No, even if they had ten times the guts, they wouldn't dare!"
Just as Odin was about to use the mind link to call Heimdall,
his puzzled expression suddenly turned strange.
Frigga grew even more nervous at the sight.
"What is it now?"
"Mjolnir… has appeared!"
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"But there are three?"
By the end, even Odin was starting to wonder if he was getting senile and confused.
The exact same sensation, the exact same aura.
He couldn't distinguish between real and fake; perhaps, they were all real?
Odin suddenly looked outside, "I'll go back to sleep. We'll talk when I wake up."
With that, before Frigga could react, he lay down stiffly once more.
As peaceful and serene as ever, as if he had never been awake.
Frigga quickly reacted, composing herself and resuming her previous state of sorrow.
A moment later,
Loki rushed in, glanced at the still-grieving Frigga, then at the still-unconscious Odin. A flicker of joy crossed his heart, but his face showed a strange bewilderment.
"Mother, how is Father? Midgard is haunted!"
"Get out of the way, we are Mr. Aaron's friends!"
"You'd better keep your grubby hands at least a meter away from us! Jane and Darcy are both Mr. Aaron's women!"
"Yes, that's right! Remember to return all our research data, or I'll have you all fired!"
Eric's agitated voice came from outside.
Soon, Eric, along with a bewildered Jane and Darcy, walked in, "escorted and protected" by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
And at this moment,
"Hammer! My Mjolnir! Where is she?"
Thor looked around, circled Aaron, and then looked down.
He confirmed there was no place on Aaron to hide a hammer.
He wanted to make a move again.
"Thor, I forgot to tell you something."
"What?"
Aaron beckoned, waving his sleeve in the air.
"I have another divine name. You can call me… the River God!"
Suddenly, many splashes of water gurgled up from the ground.
The dry ground seemed to have an invisible spring, constantly spewing water.
Soon it spread across the entire area.
Aaron beckoned with his palm facing down, and suddenly three flashes of light leaped from the water.
One glowed golden, one glowed silver, and one was plain and unremarkable.
"Do you want this golden hammer? Or this silver hammer? Or this plain and unremarkable Mjolnir?"
Thor stared blankly at the three hammers held aloft by an invisible force.
He subconsciously wanted to choose the plain hammer,
but the golden and silver hammers seemed to have a spirit, nodding at him.
They even swayed their bodies.
As if saying: Come on, sir, choose me! I am your beloved Mjolnir!
Thor hesitated instantly, then looked at the golden and silver hammers.
He remembered how Mjolnir used to like him so much, how it clung to him. If Mjolnir were here, it would definitely be like this!
Could these two hammers be his true love?
Seeing this, the plain hammer shrank back, turning its hammerhead away and showing Thor its back.
"Indeed, this plain hammer is not my Mjolnir."
"I can't believe you even colored them, you almost fooled me, haha!"
In Thor's memory, his Mjolnir was never like a resentful little wife.
It had always been his obedient little hammer, responding whenever he had a request.
"So, now it's a choice between two."
Seeing both hammers so proactive, Thor became smug, even picky.
"Well then, whoever can reawaken my Thor's power and make me a true God of Thunder again, that will be my Mjolnir!"
The golden and silver hammers flew over simultaneously. Thor's face lit up with joy, and he stretched out both hands, grasping both hammers at once.
In an instant,
he felt a familiar aura from both hammers.
That was his power as the God of Thunder!
But for some reason, he always felt these two hammers were a bit unfamiliar in his hands.
"Did you use a clone jutsu?"
"They both seem… to be my little hammers?"
Thor pondered, swinging them, and lightning crackled.
"But I can confirm that the plain hammer is definitely not my beloved Mjolnir!"
Hearing this, Mjolnir, as if in a huff, flew directly into Aaron's hand.
Aaron's expression was strange as he watched Thor proudly holding the two hammers.
Good heavens, so you're that kind of God of Thunder!
Two women at once, huh?
NTRing right in front of her?
Not recognizing the real Mjolnir was one thing, but to deny it in front of it and favor two other hammers?
"In that case, Mjolnir is mine then?"
Thor, hearing this, grandly swung his hammers, "That wasn't my Mjolnir anyway, take it if you want it!"
"I have two hammers now!"
"But… which one is the real Mjolnir?"
Watching Thor's confused expression, Aaron's lips curled into a smile.
After being refined by the Primordial Furnace, its characteristics could be extracted for Aaron.
At the same time, Aaron could also create Mjolnir at will.
This Mjolnir was a replica of the previous one, exactly the same.
The curse on it was also the same.
Thor, upon getting his hands on it, still couldn't lift it.
But Aaron could use it directly. After obtaining "In the Name of the God-King," he could even change the divine curse on it and bestow it upon someone he approved of, who would then also gain the power of Thor!
Don't be fooled by the two hammers in Thor's hands, both possessing the power of Thor, both able to fly, and both having a spirit.
In reality,
they had a very high gold and silver content.
They only contained a small amount of Uru metal.
The power of Thor they possessed was weaker; even combined, they couldn't match the true Mjolnir.
And because of their material, they were "glass cannons," truly fragile and easily shattered.
It's just that Thor didn't have a clear understanding of his own strength (during his unawakened "Hammer God" phase), and Mjolnir usually felt as light as an ordinary hammer in his hand, so he didn't notice anything unusual.
Or rather, Thor did notice those abnormalities, but he didn't pay them any mind.
Because he had indeed gained a slightly weaker power of Thor, and had regained the qualifications of the God of Thunder!
It was fine for casual play, but at a critical moment… hehe!
Aaron was very curious; he originally wanted to see if Thor could recognize Mjolnir, but now it seemed,
"Mjolnir, from now on, I am your only, true master, right?"
Mjolnir "obediently" nodded proactively.
Due to "excitement," the hammer's body even trembled slightly.
When it was refined by the Primordial Furnace, it didn't notice its own transformation, but it felt a sense of fear!
Mjolnir originally had no such emotion as fear; no matter what enemy it faced, even if it shattered, it would charge forward relentlessly.
But in front of the Primordial Furnace and Aaron, it felt fear!
Thor, seeing this, burst into another round of mocking laughter, "Hahaha, is your hammer afraid! But my Mjolnir would never be! They are both the best! I love my Mjolnir the most!"
Thor clanged the hammers twice, hitting them against each other with a remarkably crisp sound.
There was also a faint flash of violent lightning.
Amidst the brilliant lightning,
Thor didn't notice that
the places where the golden and silver hammers collided were slightly deformed… "That sound… as crisp as ever!"
"Don't you want to try? Shall we play a bit?"
With two hammers in hand, double the joy, double the power, Thor felt invigorated again.
Although he noticed the sound of the hammers was slightly different than before, he didn't pay it any mind.
Beside them, Coulson and the others were dumbfounded.
Three hammers?
Lightning?
Thor, who was originally an idiot, suddenly gained the power of lightning?
And Aaron, the River God?
What was all this?!
In their memories, wasn't Aaron the CEO of Osborn Corporation, recently the most prominent billionaire, surpassing Tony?
Oh, and possibly Superman?
But now… how did you become the River God?
Aaron ignored their bewildered state and was about to reply to Thor when his expression suddenly shifted.
He looked to the other side, where no one was present.
But his gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, reaching the outskirts of the temporary base.