Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 94:



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Could it be that there really are gods in this world?

If so, then these two individuals... could they both be gods?

Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Erik Selvig looked skeptically at Thor. Just recently, he had been eating and drinking with them, seemingly an ordinary person. Gods wouldn't be this weak, would they? In contrast, the man in white looked more like a god.

"My Mjolnir..."

Thor stared blankly at the hammer in the white-clad man's hand before turning his gaze to the man, slightly pleading, "Please give it back to me."

Hearing this, Syd pondered for a moment and then casually said, "You can try."

With that, he threw Mjolnir to the ground with a thud.

As Mjolnir left his hand, the armor on Syd's body reverted to its original state.

Seeing Thor's eyes light up with excitement as he approached to grasp Mjolnir, Syd said, "Only the true god of thunder can lift it."

Thor didn't pay much attention to the remark. If he wasn't the god of thunder, who was? With confidence, he bent down and grasped Mjolnir, fully expecting to lift it.

Jane and her companions watched with anticipation.

However, contrary to their expectations and Thor's own, no matter how hard he tried, Mjolnir remained immobile, as if it were welded to the ground.

This seemed to defy the laws of physics!

Watching Thor exert all his strength to no avail, Jane and her companions were astonished. "No, this can't be!" Thor exclaimed, stepping back several times, unwilling to accept reality.

As he retreated, Syd raised his right hand, and Mjolnir, as if summoned, flew back into his grasp with a whoosh.

Seeing this, Thor felt even more devastated, as if his world had crumbled.

"Midgardian, what have you done?! Why does Mjolnir not respond to me but to you?!"

Thor couldn't believe Mjolnir would ignore him. He was convinced the Midgardian must have done something to prevent the hammer from recognizing his call.

However, the Midgardian's response left him stunned.

"Have you forgotten that you are now just a mortal?" Syd said.

With those words, Thor's mind seemed to explode. He suddenly remembered and understood why Mjolnir no longer responded to him.

He sat down on the ground, dazed.

Yet, as he sat there, he thought of something else. If even he couldn't lift the hammer, how could this Midgardian do it?

A rare moment of clarity struck Thor's mind, and a question arose.

"Midgardian, how do you know so much about Asgard and what has happened to me? Who exactly are you?"

Thor stared at the white-clad figure, filled with confusion.

Syd shook his head, as if making a prophecy, and said, "You should think about how to deal with Loki's pursuit."

With that, he turned and began to leave.

"Loki?"

"Pursuit?"

Thor was taken aback, then smiled, finding it amusing.

"What is this Midgardian talking about, Loki pursuing me?"

Ridiculous...

Thor thought it was laughable. The Midgardian's previous statements must have been lies.

As he pondered, the Midgardian's voice rang out again from a distance.

"Oh, by the way, your friends, the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, will come down from Asgard to find you soon. Perhaps you'll all die together."

The final words echoed as the white-clad figure disappeared down the street.

Thor was stunned, utterly disbelieving.

When he came to his senses, the man was already gone.

The next second, Thor felt regret.

"My Mjolnir!"

While Thor regretted not stopping the white-clad man, in Asgard, Heimdall, standing on the Bifrost platform, had witnessed everything.

He had heard the Midgardian's words, which left him stunned.

He had been planning to gather the Warriors Three and Sif. After Odin fell into the Odinsleep, Loki had assumed the throne and personally warned Heimdall not to open the Bifrost without his permission.

Heimdall knew Loki's intentions well. When he sensed the Warriors Three's plans to defy Loki and find Thor, he had planned to call them for a talk.

His true intention was to leave the Bifrost's key, the golden sword, with them after the talk.

Heimdall believed they would understand and use the opportunity to open the Bifrost, allowing him to technically comply with the king's orders while helping Thor.

So, when he heard the Midgardian's words, he was dumbfounded.

If everything went as planned, the Warriors Three and Sif would indeed go to Midgard to find

Thor!

"Is this a prophecy?"

Thinking of prophecies, Heimdall was in disbelief. Even Odin had to sacrifice an eye for limited prophetic power, which wasn't always clear or specific.

This Midgardian possessed such power?

Prophecy was a significant force in any pantheon. Zeus in Greek mythology both feared and

coveted Prometheus' prophetic power.

Though fate was hard to change, knowing a prophecy provided a chance to attempt altering it.

Heimdall, thinking deeply, felt a bit downcast.

Though fate was hard to alter, prophecy remained a vital force, giving a chance to change the

future.

Watching the Midgardian, Heimdall's golden eyes grew solemn.

If everything the Midgardian said came true, it would prove he had at least partial prophetic

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