Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 92:



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Heimdall, who had been keeping an eye on Thor, noticed the disturbance near Mjolnir and turned his golden eyes toward the hammer's location.

Heimdall, who had always favored Thor and held a grudge against Loki, was the guardian of Asgard.

His duty was to protect the realm from evil forces. With his astonishing perception, his golden eyes could observe any place and countless beings across the Nine Realms.

At this moment, he noticed a Midgardian approaching Mjolnir.

"A sorcerer?"

Seeing the glowing red hands, Heimdall pondered. He thought this person either accidentally discovered Mjolnir or intended to lift it and gain its power.

Shaking his head under his golden helmet, he thought to himself, "Mjolnir is not something just anyone can lift. Those who attempt to do so with impure intentions will only find their efforts in vain."

Not only had Heimdall noticed this scene, but Odin, who had just sent Thor to Midgard and was concerned about his son's condition, also sensed someone approaching Mjolnir.

Odin, too, did not pay much attention, believing that no Midgardian could lift Mjolnir.

Under their watchful eyes, Syd slowly descended to the edge of the crater.

Looking at Mjolnir in the pit, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out with his right hand.

His fingers touched the handle and gripped it.

With a bit of uncertainty, he tried to lift it.

To his surprise, Mjolnir felt weightless, rising effortlessly in his hand! Boom! The sky immediately filled with dark clouds, and lightning began to flash.

Crash! A thick bolt of lightning struck Mjolnir, then coursed through the hammer into Syd's body.

But instead of feeling paralyzed or in pain, Syd felt a surge of comfort, as if his body was suddenly brimming with power.

Lightning crackled around him as layers of silver armor formed on his body, transforming into Thor's battle attire.

"So this is Thor's power?"

Syd raised Mjolnir high, bolts of lightning descending from the sky, accompanied by a fierce storm! He swung the hammer towards the ground.

Boom! A six or seven-meter crater appeared.

Whoosh-

Syd held Mjolnir by its leather handle and spun it like a fan.

"It's pretty easy to use. Is that it?"

Lightning crackled around him, making him look like the God of Thunder.

While Syd was feeling the ease of wielding Mjolnir, Heimdall and Odin, who were observing, were stunned.

"A Midgardian lifted Mjolnir?!"

Clang!

Heimdall's golden sword fell to the ground. His stern and silent face couldn't hide his shock, and his eyes widened, his mouth agape.

He wondered if he was seeing things. How could a Midgardian lift Mjolnir and gain Thor's power? How was this possible...

This was a spell cast by Odin! Moreover, if someone else had lifted Mjolnir, what would happen to Thor? Meanwhile, Odin, who had also noticed Mjolnir being lifted, was both shocked and puzzled. He instinctively tightened his grip on his eternal spear.

His gaze grew sharp as he stared intently at the lightning-encased figure.

Like Heimdall, Odin wondered what would happen to Thor if someone else gained Mjolnir's power. His mind was in turmoil, considering whether he should intervene.

"What happened?"

Next to him, Frigga, the queen of Asgard, was startled by Odin's expression and asked urgently.

Hearing her, Odin said, "Thor is in trouble."

Frigga looked even more confused.

Seeing her bewilderment, Odin explained, "A Midgardian lifted Mjolnir before Thor did."

"A Midgardian?" Frigga was equally shocked, her face showing anxiety as she was about to say something.

Odin sighed and said, "Let's see how things unfold. It's time for Thor to learn a lesson and curb his arrogance."

Though still anxious, Frigga could only accept reality after hearing Odin's words and silently prayed.

While they were in shock and confusion, Syd, who had been experiencing Thor's power in the crater, suddenly frowned.

At first, he felt immense power when Mjolnir's energy entered his body.

However, this power only lasted for a short time before he felt his body subtly rejecting the thunderous energy.

It was like an overpowering guest invading his body, making the weaker host struggle to

cope.

The longer he maintained the Thor state, the more uncomfortable he felt.

In an instant, Syd guessed what was happening.

It was likely that the nascent divine power from his God of Light abilities was rejecting the powerful thunderous energy.

But this divine power was too weak to resist effectively.

Syd realized that with Mjolnir's thunderous energy filling his body, the nascent divine power

would struggle to grow.

Helpless, he temporarily canceled the Thor state.

The crackling lightning gradually dissipated, and silence returned to the surroundings.

As the thunderous energy receded, his body briefly glowed with golden light before it quickly

faded.

In Asgard.

"What was that?"

Heimdall, who had been closely watching the Midgardian who lifted Mjolnir, noticed the

fleeting golden light, his face showing confusion.

For some reason, he felt the golden light carried a familiar aura, but it vanished before he

could investigate further, leaving him with a headache.

Odin, sitting on his throne, also sensed the fleeting golden light.

Shaking his head, Odin thought he must have been seeing things. It was normal to

misinterpret such a brief sensation.

After all, how could a Midgardian...

In the dark night.

Looking at Mjolnir in his hand, Syd felt a sense of ambivalence. It was like having something

that he didn't particularly enjoy but couldn't throw away either.

He didn't want to discard it but keeping it hindered his growth.

After pondering for a while, Syd thought, "I'll keep it for now. Let's see what happens when

Thor summons it back."

Of course, he didn't plan to sit idly by. It had been a long time since something interesting happened, so he might as well mess with Thor.

With this in mind, Syd swung Mjolnir, then hurled it forward, instantly making it heavier.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

With a swoosh, the centrifugal force carried him forward.

In a flash, his figure disappeared from sight, creating a sonic boom!

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