He finally realized that the black-haired youth was not recognized by the hammer, but rather had used overwhelming power to tear open Odin's divine seal.
This kind of thing is even more suffocating than "his pure heart".
For thousands of years, no one has ever been able to move Mjolnir by sheer force, not even the gods of Asgard.
Forcibly lifting it would be tantamount to directly confronting the divine power imprint left by Odin; even a mere wisp of blessing would be enough to obliterate a mortal body.
Phil, watching from afar, was shocked, unaware of the implications behind this action.
Chen Xiao strolled over to Yidileisi's side and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go back to town and rest for the night."
"Tomorrow, let's pick a scenic spot, bring a grill and ingredients, and have a great day to relax and unwind. I have important business to attend to the day after tomorrow."
As for lifting Mjolnir, he didn't even think about it.
The hammer itself wasn't heavy; what made it truly impossible to lift was the restrictive incantation Odin had inscribed on it.
It is indeed incredibly powerful: it can store massive amounts of energy, summon thunder, ignite flames, and command storms...
Because it was forged in the core of a decaying star, it is often mistakenly believed that the hammer itself is the remnant of that dying star.
In fact, the material of this hammer is Uru, a metal unique to Asgard.
At this moment, Chen Xiao's strength, though the surface data only shows that his grip strength is close to 100,000 tons, has long transcended the "brute force" in the ordinary sense, and is closer to a condensed, restrained, and highly penetrating energy burst. Coupled with the extreme push just now, the actual power that burst out has already exceeded the million-ton level.
"Darling, wait for me!" Yidileisi quickly caught up, her steps as light as the wind.
Thor watched the two figures disappear into the distance, then looked down at the warhammer lying quietly in place. His throat bobbed slightly, but in the end he only sighed softly, shook his head slowly, and turned to leave.
"Mr. Thor, please wait a moment." Phil spoke with a smile, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable weight.
Thor glanced at him sideways, his tone distant. "There's nothing between us to talk about."
Phil remained unmoved, maintaining his polite smile, "You're currently facing a predicament, and I happen to have some resources and influence in this area. Perhaps I can indeed be of some help."
Thor's gaze was indifferent. "Is that so? If you truly wish to help, why not find me a quiet and comfortable place to stay so I can get a good night's sleep?"
"... Okay." Phil paused slightly, his smile undiminished, and readily agreed.
To ensure that the crucial moment of destroying the " Destroyer " was not disrupted, Chen Xiao indeed drove off the next morning, taking Yidileisi to the outskirts, where they set up a grill, laid out the ingredients, and leisurely enjoyed an open-air barbecue.
He had no interest in the so-called "plotline," nor did he have any intention of exchanging pleasantries with the characters on screen. They weren't stunning beauties, so why bother dealing with them?
As for Jane Foster and her ever-helpful assistant Darcy, Chen Xiao considered them at best slightly above average: they had regular features and a refined demeanor, barely qualifying as 70 out of 100; in terms of looks, they were not even as good as Euphemia, the gentle and lively girl from Sanglai University.
Compared to Yidileisi, it's worlds apart.
Just as Chen Xiao leaned against the shade of a tree by the river, squinting in the warm sun and enjoying the meat skewers that Yidileisi had personally grilled,
In the meteorite crater base, Thor, who had just sat up in bed, was surprised to find Loki standing in the middle of the room.
" Loki? What brings you here?" Thor looked surprised, his voice filled with astonishment.
The younger brother before him was as ethereal as a phantom, yet his gaze was chillingly deep. He stared at his elder brother, whose divine power had been stripped away and whose face was haggard, and said in a low, hoarse voice, " Thor, there's something I must tell you."
"What is it? Could it be related to Jotunheim?" Thor's heart tightened, and his tone suddenly became urgent. "Quickly, connect me to my father! I need to explain things to him in person..."
"My father is dead," Loki interrupted him, his words as cold as ice.
"What!?" Thor suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, his whole body frozen in place, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he couldn't even breathe.
Loki lowered his eyes, a barely perceptible hint of sadness flashing across them. "Because you were banished from Asgard, and with a new war looming, my already frail father finally succumbed... just yesterday."
After speaking, he remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "You don't need to blame yourself. I know you respect and love him, and I've always told him that."
Unfortunately, he never heard it.
"Knowing you can no longer lift that hammer, yet still placing it where you can easily reach it... that's a bit too cruel."
Every word struck Thor's heart like a hammer blow, shattering his internal organs. It was his recklessness that provoked the war against the Frost Giants, leaving his father, who had placed so much hope in him, utterly disappointed; it was his rekindling of war on the borders of Asgard; and even... it was his own hand that crushed the white-haired king who had always been proud of him.
Then, Loki's voice was low and slow. "Now, the weight of the crown rests on my shoulders..."
But Thor was already lost in thought, barely registering the latter part of the sentence. For the first time, he seriously questioned himself: Had all these years of wielding his hammer in battle and displaying his might been for protection, or a source of disaster?
When Phil knocked on Thor's door, he was met with a distraught face.
"Mr. Thor, what is this...?" Phil asked hesitantly.
Thor coldly raised his eyes. "Stop trying to get on my good side. That hammer, you can take it apart and study it if you want, I won't stop you anymore."
Before he could finish speaking, he had already pushed open the door and strode away.
Not far from the base, Thor was met by Jane, who had been waiting anxiously all night.
"Are you alright?" She looked into his empty eyes, and her heart tightened.
"I... I'm fine," he replied softly.
Evening, the streets of the small town.
Yidileisi tilted her head and asked, "Darling, what are our plans for staying here?"
"Watching a play."
"Watching a show?" She blinked, looking puzzled.
Chen Xiao nodded slightly. "You'll understand tomorrow."
"Oh," she replied, and didn't ask any further questions.
She knew she was far less astute than Chen Xiao, so she simply put aside her doubts and followed his lead. After all, following him was never a mistake.
After dinner, the two strolled slowly through the somewhat old-fashioned town. Yidileisi held the scabbard behind her back, her steps light, her brows relaxed, and her expression at ease.
She cherishes moments like these: no missions, no alarms, no unknown tomorrow; only the person beside her and the solid road beneath her feet. Peaceful in body and mind, free as the wind.
Suddenly, Chen Xiao turned his head and said in a gentle voice, " Yidileisi, can you tell me about your past?"
"It's only now that I realize how little I know about your early life."
"My past..."
The smile on her face faded, and her steps slowed. After a long silence, she finally spoke slowly, "I was born in a chaotic city. My family, like yours, controlled a small local underground force."
"My father never liked me and never smiled at me once. He raised me like a son and forced me to practice martial arts and swordsmanship from the age of five."
"The slightest slackening will result in physical violence."
"But precisely because of this, I displayed a combat instinct far beyond that of ordinary people at a young age. I learned everything quickly—firearms, tactics, close combat, without exception."
"In addition, his natural strength and speed far surpass those of his peers, so his training became increasingly ruthless."
"When I was ten years old, he personally brought a traitor before me and ordered me to kill him."
"From then on, my days were spent either killing people or getting involved in gang affairs. Until I was fourteen, when my mutant abilities fully awakened."
"But not long after I awakened, I was kidnapped by a group of Mutants whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary people."
"Mother? I've never met her. I heard she died in childbirth... That's probably why he hates me."
Her words were concise and steady, yet each one carried weight. A past was laid bare, cold and hard, yet undeniably real.
Chen Xiao paused briefly. "Let's go back inside and rest for a while."
The next morning, after breakfast, Chen Xiao led Yidileisi to the top of the town's tallest clock tower to enjoy the panoramic view.
On the horizon, thick clouds churned and swirled, then suddenly burst open with a blinding burst of light. Four figures tore through the void and landed steadily on the ground.
It was the Warriors Three who defied the divine decree and insisted on searching for Thor, along with the warrior Sif.
"Honey, aren't these 'gods'... a bit too lame?"
Yidileisi looked at the three Asgard warriors on the main street in the distance, clad in ancient heavy armor and behaving like barbarians, with a look of astonishment on her face.
She instinctively judged that she could take down all three of them with a flick of her wrist.
Even Sif, known for her bravery in Norse mythology, exudes no sense of oppression whatsoever, let alone any deadly threat.
She easily suppressed Thor the day before yesterday, but according to Chen Xiao, Thor's divine power was sealed, and he couldn't even hold his weapon, so it's understandable that he was weaker.
But these four guests from the Asgard who arrived by leaping through the air and descending with divine magic were ridiculously weak, almost overturning all her imagination of the word "god".
Chen Xiao chuckled lightly, "A little disappointed?"
Yidileisi nodded. "Indeed."
Chen Xiao said calmly, "Those gods passed down by word of mouth are nothing special. In the end, they're just 'people' with extraordinary powers."
"In ancient times, some Mutants were also worshipped as gods."
"They are not the same as the truly immortal, celestial beings who can move freely through the heavens and create or destroy worlds."
The gods in American comics are fundamentally different from the beings in religious texts who symbolize laws and embody Origin.
"So... they were just Mutants." As Chen Xiao revealed the truth, the natural awe that mortals felt when facing gods quietly dissipated in Yidileisi's heart.
The townspeople around looked around blankly, some rubbing their eyes, some whispering, unsure whether to be surprised or amused.
On the distant rooftop, several agents frowned, hesitating whether to report to Phil. They couldn't very well say that a group of actors cosplaying as the God of War had come to town this morning, could they?
Under Chen Xiao's watchful eye, the four men made their target clear, heading straight for Jian's residence, shouting loudly outside the door:
" Thor!"