Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 93:



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As he felt the intense wind blowing against him, Syd realized he had underestimated the force of his flight. If not for his second-level God Body, which significantly increased his body density and defense, an ordinary person would have been in serious trouble by now.

Observing Syd's flight, Heimdall and Odin's faces took on peculiar expressions.

"This kid, why does he seem so familiar? Watching him fly, I almost thought I was seeing Thor," Odin mused.

"A Midgardian, able to wield Mjolnir so effortlessly?" Odin was puzzled.

In their watchful gaze, Syd flew towards the location where Thor had been.

After several changes in direction, Syd finally found the car that had taken Thor to the hospital. He saw Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Erik Selvig rush Thor inside.

Not long after, Jane and Darcy appeared at the front desk, answering questions about Thor from the hospital staff.

"I've never seen him before..."

While they provided information, Thor awoke in the hospital room. As he opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged doctor with blonde hair.

"Hey, let's draw some blood."

The doctor moved to take action.

Thor, furious, roared, "How dare you attack the son of Odin!" He began to struggle, trying to get off the bed.

"Someone help me!" the doctor shouted, calling for help.

Several people came over, but Thor pushed them away.

"Call security!"

"Security to emergency room three!"

Before long, a group of burly security guards subdued Thor, who continued to shout, "You are no match for a god!"

Eventually, after being given a sedative, Thor collapsed.

"This guy is crazy. I bet he's on something," a doctor muttered.

The next afternoon, after some chaos, Thor finally understood his situation and accepted reality. He found himself in a diner with Jane and her team, eating food.

"How did you get into the clouds?"

"How can you eat a whole box of Pop-Tarts and still be hungry?"

Thor, eating and drinking, praised, "I like this drink!"

"Pretty good, huh?" Darcy smiled.

"Another!" Thor suddenly smashed his cup on the ground, indicating he wanted more.

Startled, Jane and the others quickly apologized to the diner owner.

After cleaning up, Jane couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"This drink is delicious. I want more!" Thor, oblivious to his actions, didn't see anything wrong with smashing the cup.

"You have to say it."

"I did."

"Say it properly, don't break things. Don't do that next time..."

While they talked, major changes were happening in Asgard.

In the royal treasury, Loki was cautiously walking. Eyeing the blue treasure on a pedestal- the Casket of Ancient Winters, a prized artifact of the Frost Giants-Loki hesitated.

Not long ago, during the battle in Jotunheim, he was accidentally struck by a Frost Giant, but instead of being hurt, the affected area of his skin turned blue, just like the Frost Giants.

As the God of Mischief, he immediately suspected his true identity, wondering if he was a Frost Giant. He came to the treasury to find the Casket and verify his suspicions.

Just as he picked it up, a stern voice rang out, "Put it down!"

Without turning, Loki recognized the voice as his father's, Odin.

After a moment of silence, Loki asked, "Am I cursed?"

"No."

"What am I?"

"You are my son," Odin replied.

At this, Loki put down the Casket and slowly turned around. The influence of the Casket had turned his skin blue, revealing his Frost Giant form.

"And what else?" Loki's voice held a hint of despair.

He walked slowly towards Odin, sadness, despair, and anger in his steps.

"That day, you didn't just bring back the Casket from Jotunheim, did you?"

Wearing yellow robes and sporting a full beard, Odin remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"After the war, I went to the temple and found a baby..."

As he spoke, the surrounding scenery seemed to shift to a distant past.

"As a child of giants, he was so small, abandoned there, suffering, waiting to die..."

Finally, Odin revealed Loki's true identity, "Laufey's son..."

The son of Laufey, the Frost Giant King? Loki's eyes reddened as he confirmed this, but

hearing no denial, he felt his world collapsing.

"Why!" Loki panted, "Why save me after the massacre at Jotunheim?"

"You were an innocent child..." Odin replied.

But Loki didn't believe it, angrily retorting, "No, you must have had another reason. What is

it?"

After a moment of silence, Loki shouted, "Tell me!"

Odin had no choice but to explain, "I thought our two kingdoms could one day unite, bringing peace through you, forming a lasting alliance..."

This was what Odin had always meant when he told both Loki and Thor they were born to be kings. He had hoped Loki would become the King of Jotunheim and Thor the King of Asgard,

forging an everlasting bond.

"But those plans are useless now..."

Eventually, Odin had genuinely come to see Loki as his son.

However, Loki didn't listen. His face contorted in pain and anger, refusing to accept this.

Recalling Odin's favoritism towards Thor, Loki grew more heartbroken and furious.

"So, I was just a stolen relic?"

"Kept until you could use me?" he accused.

"Why do you twist my words..." Odin tried to explain.

But Loki continued, "You could have told me from the beginning who I was..."

"Now everything is clear!"

"That's why you've always favored Thor. No matter how much you claim to love me, you

would never let a Frost Giant sit on the throne of Asgard!"

As Loki stepped closer, Odin, feeling unwell, sat down, opening his mouth to say something.

But before he could finish, he fell into the Odinsleep.

This was when a god's power became so great that the body couldn't handle it, requiring a

period of deep sleep to adjust the divine power.

As Asgardians age, their divine power increases. Odin's power was so immense that he needed

to undergo the Odinsleep periodically to adjust his strength.

Just now, his emotional turmoil had forced him into the Odinsleep.

Even in this state, he could still sense his surroundings, even perceiving events on Earth.

Loki, startled, called out for help, "Guards!"

"Guards, come quickly!"

Soon, the doors to the treasury were flung open, and two armored guards rushed in.

...

On Earth. After eating, Thor left the diner, with Jane and her team following.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked, puzzled.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I need to retrieve my belongings," Thor said.

Jane and the others were confused, "What belongings?"

"Did you leave something at the place we were before?"

Thor nodded, "Yes, I need to find my hammer!"

Hammer again? Jane and the others exchanged looks, almost thinking this guy was still not

right in the head.

"What hammer?" Jane asked hesitantly.

Thor, walking ahead, replied honestly, "Mjolnir, my hammer of thunder!"

Mjolnir? The hammer of thunder? Jane and her team exchanged looks, truly believing Thor

was delusional.

Before they could question further, a voice called out from not far away.

"Are you looking for this?"

Thor and the others turned to see a mysterious figure dressed in white standing at a street

corner, holding a silver hammer.

Syd swung Mjolnir, watching Thor with interest.

"My Mjolnir!" Thor's eyes lit up with joy, then he hesitated, "How is it with you?"

"Who are you?"

Mjolnir, the hammer of thunder? Jane and the others were astonished, their eyes fixed on the

hammer with curiosity.

No matter how they looked at it, it seemed like an ordinary hammer. But this was called the hammer of thunder? Jane and her team, feeling incredulous, stared at both men.

"Who am I?" Syd, hearing Thor's question, decided to have some fun and said slowly, "I am

Thor!"

With a boom, the sky darkened, and a thick bolt of lightning struck down.

Syd held Mjolnir, and a dazzling suit of armor appeared on his body. Watching the lightning-encased figure, Jane and the others, who had thought both men were

crazy, were stunned.

"Oh no, this can't be!" Thor's eyes widened, his hands clumsy, his face full of panic.

"Mjolnir..." He stretched out his hand, trying to summon the hammer.

But no matter how he called, Mjolnir didn't budge, staying firmly in Syd's hand.

The white-clad figure, surrounded by a powerful aura, looked like the real God of Thunder!

Thor's face turned pale, looking as if he had been abandoned, pitiful and dejected.

Syd: "..."

Seriously, does he have to look so defeated? Jane and the others, looking back and forth

between the two, were thoroughly shocked.

"Are they not crazy?" "With all this thunder and lightning, is that really the hammer of thunder?"

So, their identities are?

Thinking about it, Jane and her team felt a growing sense of awe.