Marvel Manifestor Chapter 136 - 136 – That’s My Hammer

"Didn't you say no one but you could lift your hamr?

So how co soone did lift it?"

Darcy asked from the driver's seat.

"I don't know! On Asgard, only I can lift my hamr! Drive faster!"

Thor was so frantic he looked ready to tear the car apart.

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Asgard – The Golden Realm

At the peak of the Nine Realms stood the golden palace.

In his Odinsleep, Odin suddenly frowned—

he felt Mjolnir being lifted.

But not by his son.

Through the hamr's imprint, he saw a young man bathed in purple lightning—Lucas.

Behind Lucas stood eight titanic entities, towering like giants.

One was a winged female beast; the other, an elderly man with a staff.

Both stared directly into Odin's spiritual sea with icy, violent intent.

The two beings struck simultaneously—

a savage green wind blade and a rampaging purple thunderbolt shot toward Odin.

Odin snorted.

Gungnir, the Eternal Spear, appeared in his hand.

He imdiately hurled it.

Gungnir possessed an absurd ability:

any attack made with it cannot miss.

The spear tore through the wind and thunder like a teor, aiming straight for Garuda and Ramuh.

Garuda raised a shield of wind;

Ramuh countered with lightning.

The blast diverted Gungnir briefly—

but the spear curved and locked onto them again.

This was Gungnir's terrifying trait.

Unless destroyed, it would always hit its target.

Just as it was about to strike—

A burst of black energy exploded.

A warhorse's chilling neigh echoed through Odin's consciousness.

Odin froze—then his expression shifted to disbelief.

He recognized that sound.

A black hand shot from the void, catching Gungnir mid-flight.

The spear struggled for a heartbeat…

then fell still, subdued completely.

A single scarlet eye erged from the black fog, staring at Odin like a demon king.

The figure lifted Gungnir—

and violently hurled it back at Odin.

The spearhead glowed hotter and hotter, turning bright red.

Odin summoned with a gesture.

Gungnir halted instantly and flew back into his grip, losing all aggression.

Odin's single eye narrowed, full of dread.

Soone had seized control of his spear.

Unthinkable.

The black aura surged again—

and Odin was abruptly forced out of his own spiritual sea.

Even he didn't understand how it happened.

He pondered for a long ti.

That being's strength matched his own…

perhaps even surpassed it.

And that familiarity…

He could not place it.

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Lucas opened his eyes.

Mjolnir no longer resisted him.

Instead, it felt obedient—almost attached.

All of S.H.I.E.L.D. stood frozen.

Wasn't this hamr supposed to be immovable?

Liars. Every one of them.

Lucas twirled Mjolnir just like Thor did in the movies, grabbing the strap and spinning it.

Thunder cracked.

Lucas shot into the air, carried by the hamr.

Right then, Thor and his group arrived—

and saw everything clearly.

"NO! THAT'S MY HAMR!!"

Thor roared, charging toward the S.H.I.E.L.D. base like a rabid beast.

Jane and the others tried to stop him, but even stripped of his power, Thor was still Thor—

several mortals couldn't restrain him.

"Stop him!"

Coulson shouted as Thor barreled toward the entrance.

At that mont, Lucas descended, swinging the hamr casually.

"Not bad. No wonder Thor couldn't forget this thing."

"THAT'S MY HAMR! GIVE IT BACK!"

Thor, eyes red, threw aside four or five agents and rushed at Lucas, reaching for Mjolnir.

Lucas sidestepped easily.

Thor was still the sa impulsive brute—

and nowhere near worthy.

"Your hamr?" Lucas smirked.

He tossed Mjolnir toward Thor.

Thor joyfully caught it—

only for the hamr to slam him straight to the ground.

It pinned him like a mountain, utterly unmoving.

"Don't kid yourself. You can't even lift it.

How could it possibly be yours?"

Lucas looked down at him.

Thor wasn't just reckless—he was arrogant.

That arrogance was the biggest obstacle to Mjolnir's approval.

"Why…?

Mjolnir… why?!"

Thor stared at the hamr, heartbroken.

What had once been his closest partner now refused him entirely.

He sprawled on the ground, rain pouring onto his face, shouting at the sky:

"Father! Why did you strip of my power?!

Why banish to Midgard?! Why?!"

Lucas didn't bother with him.

Thor was a child who'd lost his privileges, still clueless about Odin's intentions.

Lucas reached out, and Mjolnir flew back into his hand.

Thor stared blankly, unable to process the sight.

Lucas casually flicked his wrist, and the hamr thudded onto the ground.

"You still claim that's your hamr?

At this rate, Odin might as well hand the throne to Loki.

You're hopeless."

Lucas even glanced subtly toward a corner—

where Loki was secretly hiding, watching his brother's humiliation.

Upon hearing Lucas' words, Loki nodded in full agreent.

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BOOM—

The sky darkened.

Thunder roared.

A raindrop struck Thor's brow—

then a torrential downpour followed.

Thor remained lying motionless, staring blankly upward.

Inside the base, Lucas and Coulson sat drinking coffee—

Lucas with plain water, as usual.

Jane and her group had also been brought inside—

though under surveillance.

Jane ranted nonstop about illegal detainnt and lawsuits.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents only chuckled.

As if they feared lawsuits.

If they felt like it, they could flatten the courthouse and claim there were terrorists inside.

And the world would nod politely—

because they had the Security Council behind them.

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