Once Thor held his hamr again, the power surged back through him instantly.
He had the sudden urge to smash everything in sight.
Even the Destroyer armor was no exception.
"Don't forget that it belongs to now. If you want to spar, I'll join you."
Luke swept a warning glance at Thor.
At this mont, the spinach effect only had a few seconds left.
Luke lightly stomped his foot, and an irregular crack several ters wide and more than ten ters deep split open across the entire main street of the town.
Thor's mouth twitched.
This guy… how much was he holding back when he fought earlier?
Wait—when he punched the Destroyer just now, was that really not magic, but pure physical strength?
But what kind of power could turn the Destroyer into tal ingots and then restore it with another punch?
Thor's mind was now filled with images of Luke's absurd brute strength. He forced an awkward laugh and shook his head quickly.
"No, no, I was just… wondering how formidable Father's treasured Destroyer armor is. My hands were feeling a little itchy."
"Ahem, alright, I'll head back. I'll bring you the items I promised in a mont."
"If you have ti, co to the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. I'll give you a grand tour of beautiful Asgard."
"Heimdall!"
Thor was battle-hungry, but that didn't an he enjoyed getting beaten up.
He planned to return ho, properly train his combat skills, and then co back to Midgard to reclaim his dignity.
The Warriors Three supported each other as they approached Thor.
As each of them passed, they looked at Luke with strange, complicated expressions, as if committing this Midgardian—who had shattered their understanding of the world—to mory.
Especially Sif. She stopped when she reached him, her gaze fixed directly on Luke's chest.
"Warrior, your chest muscles are very strong."
Luke hinted, "Actually, my strongest part isn't my chest, but rather…"
"But what?" Sif couldn't help asking imdiately.
Luke smiled and diverted the topic. "The Bifrost is here. You should go."
Sif grew even more curious. Was it his biceps?
The more Luke refused to answer, the more her curiosity burned.
What a mysterious Warrior.
In all her life, this was the first ti Sif had t a Warrior younger than Thor, perhaps only around twenty years old, who could subdue Thor, defeat the Destroyer, and scare off Loki.
"Midgardian Warrior, we shall et again."
Sif pursed her lips and waved goodbye to Luke.
She had already made up her mind—next ti she ca, she had to uncover Luke's secret.
At the very least, she needed to figure out what Luke's "strongest point" actually was.
As she turned to leave, she caught Fandral and Volstagg strangely turning their heads away, their mouths pressed to one side but clearly fighting the upward curl at the corners.
They were obviously trying very hard not to laugh.
"Fandral, what are you laughing at?" Sif raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing! I was just thinking about the two beautiful ladies at the ball yesterday," Fandral said quickly.
Volstagg coughed twice. "I was thinking about my wife and children. After this battle, I want to go ho and spend ti with them."
Sif instinctively felt they were lying, but as the light of the Bifrost descended, she could only raise her sword and shield, preparing for a confrontation with Loki.
Thor was gone.
Jane and Darcy, along with Erik, hurried over.
"No way—he wasn't lying? He's really Thor?!"
Darcy was stunned. Trying hard to recall their earlier conversation, she hesitated, "I didn't say anything insulting him on purpose… did I?"
Erik said sympathetically, "You didn't say much… just relentlessly mocked Thor and made a few condescending remarks."
"Oh. Darcy, I rember you haven't taken a vacation in two months, right? How about this—I'll give you three days off. Go ho, see your family, eat well, drink well, relax. As for your academic credits… you don't need to worry about them."
Darcy froze in place like she'd been struck by lightning. "So I'm being written off and sent ho with a lunchbox? I think… I can still fight my way back."
"No, you can't. I will rember your contributions, though. You'll be the third signatory at the end of this research project."
Darcy trembled all over. In that mont, she seed to grasp onto a faint glimr of hope.
"I can still be saved! I won't be Thor's wife, but I can be the wife of the other Thor!"
"Right—I need to ask for ti off!"
Darcy looked at Luke's retreating back and secretly made up her mind.
She didn't know if Thor was magnanimous… but she definitely knew Luke's body could make soone feel very safe.
Jane Foster, standing nearby, opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. Before she could say anything, Luke waved his hand and stored the Destroyer armor into his inventory.
He turned his head and smiled at the three of them.
"I'm leaving. If you ever co to New York, maybe we can et at school."
Jane Foster was stunned. Looking at Luke's noticeably youthful face, she asked in surprise, "You're still a university student?"
"No, I'm a senior at a public high school in the city."
Luke shook his head. As he spoke, he had already disappeared from New xico.
"Huh? A high school senior?!"
Both Darcy and Jane were shocked. So he was still a little puppy!
Gulp~
Why… did that make them feel even more excited?
Darcy suddenly thought of sothing. "Do you think he's even 17 yet?"
"He should… be?" Jane answered uncertainly.
Just as she said that, she suddenly realized sothing.
She rembered that in New York State, 17 was the age of consent!
"Darcy, what are you planning?"
"I swear to God, if you try to cougar-out on a seventeen-year-old, I'm telling the FBI."
Darcy waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, what are you thinking? I just want to go to Egypt to pull weeds and let the locals experience the love of a natural, healthy ...dairy cow."
Jane was full of question marks, completely lost, but still said, "I'm going to keep an eye on you."
"Suit yourself."
Darcy turned and walked away.
She didn't want to die. If she didn't save herself now, what if one day she was walking down the street and a bolt of righteous lightning suddenly struck her down to et her great-grandmother?
Just then, Coulson—who had been observing from the shadows—approached with his team.
Under Jane's wary gaze, he waved his hand.
The n in black behind him quickly drove up a minivan.
Coulson smiled ingratiatingly. "I apologize. We made a mistake earlier and took your data. Please accept this vehicle and the data inside as compensation. Also, please send our regards to Mr. Luke."
Are you guys mistaken?
But… why does this feel amazing?
...
At the sa ti,
Nick Fury stared at the ravine left by the livestream footage, as well as the several-kiloters-long fissure shown by satellite images.
Suddenly, Nick Fury felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
"Maybe… only she can deal with Luke?"
Nick Fury thought of an old friend.
But that was his trump card—sothing he couldn't play lightly.
"Forget it, forget it. Let's rebuild the team first."
...
anwhile,
Luke, who had returned ho, first enjoyed Jenny's ticulous, full-service care to the fullest.
Then he took a short nap.
A few hours later,
Luke received a call from an unknown number.
After he answered, a familiar yet nervous voice sounded.
"Hello, is this our Earth's Thor?"
Luke's lips curved upward. The snowy whiteness of Nai Zi flashed across his mind—extra large.
"Darcy? You ca to New York?"
A cheerful voice ca from the other end of the line. "Yes, I just got off the plane. Um… can you show around New York?"
"Of course, no problem."
Luke agreed without hesitation.
Traveling a thousand miles to deliver abalone—small gift, deep sincerity.
Naturally, he had to accept it happily.
"Jenny, call Veronica back later. I want to play ball!"
[Darcy's iMG]
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