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Chapter 23
chapter 013 part 2
Martin lied through his teeth, a gentle smile gracing his face. Yet, to those who knew the atrocities he had committed, that smile was clearly more terrifying than a Devil.
This guy had destroyed thousands of military bases across America, causing the deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers!
This guy had detonated a Nuclear Missile, killing over a thousand US Military personnel. The subsequent nuclear fallout covered half of the Americas, forcing countless people to flee in panic!
If they had to choose the single most hated person in the world, it would undoubtedly be Martin. This man had killed far too many people.
"Sir? Do you wish to die?"
Martin chuckled, looking at the startled man before him.
Megatron let out a sinister laugh, instantly revealing a Hand Cannon. Its massive muzzle aimed at the agent's pathetic little head; one shot would obliterate him.
In the distance, Ms. Jane watched the numerous hulking Transformers with trepidation, whispering, "Looks like you're out of luck. A terrifying individual has set his sights on this place. No one dares to oppose him; those who do die terribly... His abilities on this planet are akin to a God's!"
Thor, from afar, watched with a serious expression, his eyes blazing with fury. "Liar! That's clearly my hammer! And this Mortal actually dares to call himself a Deity?! Once I get my hammer back, I'll smash all his Robots into scrap metal!"
"Martin!" Just then, a low voice suddenly echoed through the loudspeakers: "With your ability to vitalize machinery, it's impossible you don't know the situation here. Since you've come, there's no need to deliberately make things difficult for my employees."
"You are?"
"Phil Coulson, a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and the highest-ranking officer of this temporary base."
"Excellent, finally someone I can talk sense with. I'm here to retrieve what's mine."
Martin smiled, stepping forward. He gestured with a hand, and Megatron had already fired a shot, blasting open the sealed gate ahead. A host of Transformers rumbled in, crushing countless buildings along their path.
Coulson was already standing solemnly beside Mjolnir, quietly waiting for them.
Martin, a broad smile on his face, strode forward, grabbed Coulson's hand forcefully, and shook it with exaggerated vigor, as if meeting a long-lost friend. "A pleasure to meet you, Agent Coulson. This hammer is my Divine Artifact, and I've come to take it now."
"Mr. Martin, as far as I know, this hammer isn't yours. It suddenly appeared in Mexico. Please tell me, why would you throw your property halfway across the Earth to the Americas?"
Coulson's gaze was filled with gravity. Even surrounded by a large contingent of War Machines, he showed no trace of fear.
"Because I conducted a teleportation experiment, using this item as the experimental subject. As you can see, I succeeded. I can lead my vast army to appear anywhere on Earth at any time."
Martin chuckled, then said, "Don't provoke me, Coulson. I've been thoroughly angered by a bunch of idiots on your side. If necessary, I truly wouldn't mind destroying all the hostile nations on this continent, dragging those fools down from their lofty positions, and beheading them one by one in public."
Coulson fell silent. He knew that every word this man spoke was serious, and he had indeed acted on such threats before.
The tens of thousands of soldier casualties and the detonated Nuclear Missile were merely a warning.
Coulson took a deep breath, stepped aside, and gestured for him to proceed. "We've tried every method, but we can't move this hammer. It severely violates the fundamental laws of physics. You claim it's yours, so you must be able to lift it."
"A wise choice, Coulson. We'll be friends. I'm not like that Terror Monarch from Latveria in Eastern Europe. As long as you don't provoke me, I have no interest in making enemies of the entire world."
Martin was about to step forward and pull the hammer.
"Stop, despicable Mortal! Do not defile this divine weapon with your contemptible actions!" A mighty roar suddenly echoed as a blond giant burst in, seething with rage. "That is my hammer, Thor's hammer! Only I, throughout Midgard, can lift it!"
"Only you can lift it?" Martin released the hand he had just placed on the hammer, a look of astonishment on his face. "Esteemed Deity, how do you prove you can lift it?"
[The protagonist has the Allspark integrated into his body. His Life Force and Psychic Power limits are the Allspark's limits. Even if he were blown to smithereens by a Nuclear Missile, the protagonist could not die.]
[New day, begging for flowers and votes!].
Chapter 32
Thor's eyes blazed with an intense light. He looked up, as if trying to engrave Martin's appearance into his memory, then turned his gaze to the hammer on the ground, gradually breaking into a wild, unrestrained laugh.
He knew this hammer, named Mjolnir, all too well. He had fought countless battles alongside it for over a thousand years.
"You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance, foolish Mortal."
Thor gave an arrogant smile, then strode forward, his thick arm gripping the hammer's handle.
In that instant, countless dark clouds gathered in the sky. Terrifying lightning suddenly erupted, striking the ground in powerful bolts.
Coulson and the others immediately paled, watching the scene with shock.
"There's a large amount of electrons gathering abnormally, and many unidentifiable energy signatures," Optimus Prime analyzed quickly.
Torrential rain poured down. Thor, bathed in lightning, smiled wildly, as if grasping the Nine Realms in his hand. Then, he pulled with all his might.
The hammer didn't budge an inch.
The wind died down, the rain ceased, and the lightning dissipated. The mighty Thor, God of Thunder, was utterly bewildered.
"No! Father! Why is this happening!!!" Thor cried out in defiance, roaring once more, using all his strength, yet it was still useless.
Thor collapsed, utterly dejected, onto the ground. He believed that if he could just lift the hammer, his Divine Power would return, but now he didn't even have the right to lift it...
From then on, he would forever be a Mortal, no longer Thor, the God of Thunder.
"A splendid magic show, Thor. Your weather-changing trick is truly awe-inspiring; I couldn't do that," Megatron sneered with a malicious chuckle, his voice thick with mockery.
Thor stared blankly, offering no response.
Martin shook his head, then stepped forward, saying, "My turn."
With that, he grabbed it and pulled, but the hammer still didn't budge an inch.
Coulson suddenly let out a breath of relief, smiling faintly. "Mr. Martin, it seems this isn't your hammer."
"No, I'll show you. This *is* my hammer."
Martin slapped his chest. The circular device affixed to his chest suddenly began a complex transformation. Soon, a powerful Battle Armor enveloped Martin entirely, inscribed with intricate patterns, from which various powerful Cosmic Pressures erupted.
The Supreme Divine Armor!
(end of chapter)
Martin lied through his teeth, a gentle smile gracing his face. Yet, to those who knew the atrocities he had committed, that smile was clearly more terrifying than a Devil.
This guy had destroyed thousands of military bases across America, causing the deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers!
This guy had detonated a Nuclear Missile, killing over a thousand US Military personnel. The subsequent nuclear fallout covered half of the Americas, forcing countless people to flee in panic!
If they had to choose the single most hated person in the world, it would undoubtedly be Martin. This man had killed far too many people.
"Sir? Do you wish to die?"
Martin chuckled, looking at the startled man before him.
Megatron let out a sinister laugh, instantly revealing a Hand Cannon. Its massive muzzle aimed at the agent's pathetic little head; one shot would obliterate him.
In the distance, Ms. Jane watched the numerous hulking Transformers with trepidation, whispering, "Looks like you're out of luck. A terrifying individual has set his sights on this place. No one dares to oppose him; those who do die terribly... His abilities on this planet are akin to a God's!"
Thor, from afar, watched with a serious expression, his eyes blazing with fury. "Liar! That's clearly my hammer! And this Mortal actually dares to call himself a Deity?! Once I get my hammer back, I'll smash all his Robots into scrap metal!"
"Martin!" Just then, a low voice suddenly echoed through the loudspeakers: "With your ability to vitalize machinery, it's impossible you don't know the situation here. Since you've come, there's no need to deliberately make things difficult for my employees."
"You are?"
"Phil Coulson, a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and the highest-ranking officer of this temporary base."
"Excellent, finally someone I can talk sense with. I'm here to retrieve what's mine."
Martin smiled, stepping forward. He gestured with a hand, and Megatron had already fired a shot, blasting open the sealed gate ahead. A host of Transformers rumbled in, crushing countless buildings along their path.
Coulson was already standing solemnly beside Mjolnir, quietly waiting for them.
Martin, a broad smile on his face, strode forward, grabbed Coulson's hand forcefully, and shook it with exaggerated vigor, as if meeting a long-lost friend. "A pleasure to meet you, Agent Coulson. This hammer is my Divine Artifact, and I've come to take it now."
"Mr. Martin, as far as I know, this hammer isn't yours. It suddenly appeared in Mexico. Please tell me, why would you throw your property halfway across the Earth to the Americas?"
Coulson's gaze was filled with gravity. Even surrounded by a large contingent of War Machines, he showed no trace of fear.
"Because I conducted a teleportation experiment, using this item as the experimental subject. As you can see, I succeeded. I can lead my vast army to appear anywhere on Earth at any time."
Martin chuckled, then said, "Don't provoke me, Coulson. I've been thoroughly angered by a bunch of idiots on your side. If necessary, I truly wouldn't mind destroying all the hostile nations on this continent, dragging those fools down from their lofty positions, and beheading them one by one in public."
Coulson fell silent. He knew that every word this man spoke was serious, and he had indeed acted on such threats before.
The tens of thousands of soldier casualties and the detonated Nuclear Missile were merely a warning.
Coulson took a deep breath, stepped aside, and gestured for him to proceed. "We've tried every method, but we can't move this hammer. It severely violates the fundamental laws of physics. You claim it's yours, so you must be able to lift it."
"A wise choice, Coulson. We'll be friends. I'm not like that Terror Monarch from Latveria in Eastern Europe. As long as you don't provoke me, I have no interest in making enemies of the entire world."
Martin was about to step forward and pull the hammer.
"Stop, despicable Mortal! Do not defile this divine weapon with your contemptible actions!" A mighty roar suddenly echoed as a blond giant burst in, seething with rage. "That is my hammer, Thor's hammer! Only I, throughout Midgard, can lift it!"
"Only you can lift it?" Martin released the hand he had just placed on the hammer, a look of astonishment on his face. "Esteemed Deity, how do you prove you can lift it?"
[The protagonist has the Allspark integrated into his body. His Life Force and Psychic Power limits are the Allspark's limits. Even if he were blown to smithereens by a Nuclear Missile, the protagonist could not die.]
[New day, begging for flowers and votes!].
Chapter 32
Thor's eyes blazed with an intense light. He looked up, as if trying to engrave Martin's appearance into his memory, then turned his gaze to the hammer on the ground, gradually breaking into a wild, unrestrained laugh.
He knew this hammer, named Mjolnir, all too well. He had fought countless battles alongside it for over a thousand years.
"You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance, foolish Mortal."
Thor gave an arrogant smile, then strode forward, his thick arm gripping the hammer's handle.
In that instant, countless dark clouds gathered in the sky. Terrifying lightning suddenly erupted, striking the ground in powerful bolts.
Coulson and the others immediately paled, watching the scene with shock.
"There's a large amount of electrons gathering abnormally, and many unidentifiable energy signatures," Optimus Prime analyzed quickly.
Torrential rain poured down. Thor, bathed in lightning, smiled wildly, as if grasping the Nine Realms in his hand. Then, he pulled with all his might.
The hammer didn't budge an inch.
The wind died down, the rain ceased, and the lightning dissipated. The mighty Thor, God of Thunder, was utterly bewildered.
"No! Father! Why is this happening!!!" Thor cried out in defiance, roaring once more, using all his strength, yet it was still useless.
Thor collapsed, utterly dejected, onto the ground. He believed that if he could just lift the hammer, his Divine Power would return, but now he didn't even have the right to lift it...
From then on, he would forever be a Mortal, no longer Thor, the God of Thunder.
"A splendid magic show, Thor. Your weather-changing trick is truly awe-inspiring; I couldn't do that," Megatron sneered with a malicious chuckle, his voice thick with mockery.
Thor stared blankly, offering no response.
Martin shook his head, then stepped forward, saying, "My turn."
With that, he grabbed it and pulled, but the hammer still didn't budge an inch.
Coulson suddenly let out a breath of relief, smiling faintly. "Mr. Martin, it seems this isn't your hammer."
"No, I'll show you. This *is* my hammer."
Martin slapped his chest. The circular device affixed to his chest suddenly began a complex transformation. Soon, a powerful Battle Armor enveloped Martin entirely, inscribed with intricate patterns, from which various powerful Cosmic Pressures erupted.
The Supreme Divine Armor!
(end of chapter)
