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Hammer Industries went bankrupt, and Justin Hammer went to jail. Stark Industries' stock price dipped briefly but quickly rebounded, rising even higher than before.

Chu Hang's bank account has gained a few more zeros.

He sat in his office, the New York City skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The television was showing the news: Tony and Roddy were receiving medals at Congress, smiling broadly.

Everything is going according to his script.

Just then, the private phone rang. It was an encrypted line, and the screen displayed a one-eyed skull.

"Frey, I remember we agreed not to bother me unless it's absolutely necessary," Chu Hang answered the phone, his voice flat.

“Something’s happened.” Nick Fury’s voice sounded tired and irritated on the other end of the phone. “Something fell from the sky.”

"Meteorite? Alien spaceship?" Chu Hang asked casually.

“A hammer.” Fury paused. “A hammer that nobody can lift. It smashed a huge crater in New Mexico, and our men have cordoned off the area.”

Chu Hang's hand, holding the coffee cup, froze in mid-air.

A hammer. New Mexico.

He knew what it was. Thor's hammer, Mjolnir.

"So what?" Chu Hang asked, "Doesn't your S.H.I.E.L.D. employ a lot of strong men? Let Coulson give it a try. I heard he's been training in weightlifting lately."

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Fury’s voice grew harsher. “We used a truck to pull it out, and the chain broke. It was like it was fused to the ground. Most importantly, we also found a person.”

"A tall, blond guy, dressed in strange clothes, spouting nonsense, saying his name is Thor?" Chu Hang finished the sentence for him.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"...How did you know?" Fury's voice was full of wariness.

"I guessed." Chu Hang took a sip of coffee. "Don't all those who fall from the sky like to call themselves gods? The last one was no exception."

Fury didn't want to say more about this issue.

“We need your help. We need to find out who that guy is and what that hammer is. Coulson is on the scene; he needs an advisor.”

"Consultant fees are very expensive."

"Old rules."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Hang stood up and walked to the window.

Thor, the God of Thunder. A true god, though now merely a mortal stripped of his divine power. Yet, the blood of the Asgardian gods flows in his veins. His body, honed over a thousand years, is itself a weapon.

[Asgardian God Physique]

He was determined to have this ability.

The nights in the New Mexico desert are cold.

A massive impact crater was surrounded by barbed wire and temporary housing erected by S.H.I.E.L.D. Countless searchlights illuminated the crater floor as if it were daytime. In the center of the crater, an ancient-looking warhammer was stuck in the soil.

The townspeople from the surrounding area treated this place like a tourist attraction, driving over in their pickup trucks to join the fun. There were barbecues, drinks, and even gambling games where people bet on who could pull the hammer out. The air was thick with the smells of grilled meat, cheap beer, and dust.

Phil Coulson stood at the entrance of the temporary command post, looking at the chaotic scene outside, his temples throbbing with pain.

The air behind him distorted slightly.

Chu Hang's figure appeared out of thin air.

“Good evening, Agent Coulson. This place is really lively, like a party.” Chu Hang patted him on the shoulder.

Coulson was startled, but quickly regained his composure. He was already somewhat used to the "Father's" unpredictable appearances.

“Mr. Chen.” He adjusted his glasses, giving a professional smile. “Welcome to New Mexico. The situation is a bit complicated.”

“I see him.” Chu Hang’s gaze passed over him and landed on the heavily guarded medical tent. “Is our ‘Thor’ inside?”

“Yes. He was very uncooperative, constantly demanding his hammer back and wanting to see his father, ‘Odin.’” Coulson looked helpless. “We examined him, and his physical structure is basically the same as that of an Earthling, but his bone density and cell activity are far beyond that of an ordinary person. He’s like… a perfect human specimen.”

"Take me to see him."

The two entered the medical tent. There was a strong smell of disinfectant.

A muscular man, nearly two meters tall, with long blond hair, was strapped to a reinforced hospital bed. This was none other than Thor, the God of Thunder, banished to Earth.

He lost his divine powers, but his princely arrogance and temper remained undiminished.

Upon seeing someone enter, he immediately began to struggle, shouting in English with a strange accent.

"Release me! You mortals! I am Thor of Asgard! Son of Odin! You have no right to imprison a god!"

Chu Hang sized him up, as if he were looking at a lion in a zoo. He walked to the bedside and looked down at Thor.

"A god?" Chu Hang chuckled. "A god who can't even get out of bed?"

"You dare mock me!" Thor's eyes widened like saucers, his face filled with humiliation and anger. "When I get my Mjolnir back, I'll show you what the wrath of the gods is!"

Chu Hang ignored him.

He reached out and casually placed his hand on Thor's shoulder, as if checking his muscles.

"Nice muscles, very muscular," he commented.

The instant the palms touch.

A heavy feeling came from my palms, creeping up my arms and into my bones. My body felt like it was filled with lead, every muscle becoming firmer. Not heavier, but denser.

"It's done," he thought to himself.

[Asgardian God Physique]

"How are you feeling?" Coulson asked quietly from the side.

“Nothing special.” Chu Hang let go of his hand and shrugged. “Just an ordinary person with a lot of strength. Maybe a fitness instructor or an actor.”

Thor was so angry upon hearing this that he almost fainted.

"You...you ignorant mortal!"

"Alright, let him have some peace and quiet." Chu Hang turned and walked out. "I'm going to check on that hammer."

Coulson immediately followed.

The two arrived at the edge of the meteorite crater.

Chu Hang looked at the ordinary hammer at the bottom of the pit and could feel the faint runic energy on it.

“Many people have tried,” Coulson explained beside him. “Nobody can touch it. There was this local old man named Stan Lee who came in his pickup truck and pulled the whole truck bed off.”

Chu Hang nodded and walked down the slope.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Everyone knew that this "Mr. Chen" was a big shot invited by the director, with a mysterious identity and unpredictable abilities.

Chu Hang walked up to the hammer, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

An ancient rune script is engraved on the hammerhead.

"Anyone who is qualified may lift this hammer and gain the power of Thor."

He read it aloud softly.

"You recognize this script?" Cole Song asked in surprise.

"I know a little." Chu Hang stood up and dusted off his hands. "It seems this is a qualification system. It's not something you can just pick up because you're strong."

After saying that, under everyone's gaze, he extended his right hand and grasped the hammer handle.

Everyone held their breath.

Coulson's eyes didn't blink.

Inside the medical tent, Thor stared intently at the scene through the monitor screen, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery. That was his hammer; no one but him and his father Odin could lift it.

Chu Hang gripped the hammer handle; it was cold and heavy to the touch. He could feel a powerful will repelling him. It was Odin's magic.

But the next second, the divine bloodline he had just obtained, along with the spatial energy from the Cosmic Cube, resonated with the hammer.

Odin's magic seemed to hesitate for a moment. It recognized the same power within Chu Hang.

Chu Hang did not use brute force, but simply lifted it upwards gently.

Thor's hammer, which had embarrassed countless strong men and rendered even heavy trucks helpless, was lifted from the ground with ease by him.

There was no lightning or thunder, no change in the weather.

It's like picking up an ordinary stone from the ground.

The entire camp was frozen in place.

The barbecue vendors forgot to flip the food, the drinkers forgot to clink glasses, and everyone's mouths were agape, staring blankly at the man at the bottom of the pit.

Coulson's professional smile froze completely, turning into pure shock.

Inside the medical tent, Thor's mockery and contempt turned into disbelief and horror.

He watched helplessly as that ignorant mortal raised Mjolnir, which he considered part of his life.

This is even more devastating than him not being able to lift it himself.

This means that he has not only lost his eligibility, but Odin, the Allfather, has also found a new and more qualified successor.

Chu Hang weighed the hammer in his hand; its weight was just right. A force flowed through the hammer handle into his body, resonating with the energy within him. He could feel that, if he wanted, he could summon lightning from the sky.

But he didn't do that.

He just played with it for a moment, then gently put the hammer back in its place.

"A nice toy," he commented.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the crater amidst the stunned gazes of everyone.

“Mr. Chen…” Coulson stammered, “You…you…”

“It’s just a souvenir, nothing serious.” Chu Hang interrupted him. “Now, let’s talk about how to deal with that god.”

He glanced in the direction of the medical tent.

“Keeping him here isn’t a solution. I do have a suggestion.”

"Please tell me."

“I’ve heard there’s an astrophysicist nearby named Jane Foster. Perhaps we could hand this Mr. Thor over to her for research. Consider it… a special astronomical observation sample.”

Coulson paused for a moment, then understood what Chu Hang meant.