If I can't be the Hammer God, then I'll be the real lightning.

"Resurrect... Father?"

Thor murmured, his previously dull eyes shifting slightly as his gaze focused on the incongruous gashapon machine.

"No...you're lying to me."

Thor abruptly closed his eyes, clutching his head in his hands, his nails digging deep into his mud-covered blond hair. "The realm of Hela, the land of the dead, is irreversible. No one can..."

"You're just a mortal, you're insulting me!"

"To humiliate you?"

Li Ang chuckled and leaned back, the chair back creaking under the strain.

"Look at you now, covered in mud, crying like a giant baby who can't find a pacifier, being rubbed into the ground by a group of Midgard agents."

Li Ang grabbed a document from the table and slammed it down in front of Thor. "Do I need to humiliate you? Your very existence is a joke right now."

Thor's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head, unable to meet his gaze.

"If you really miss Odin that much, you can always find a knife, slit your throat, and go to Valhalla to drink with him."

Li Ang's voice suddenly turned cold, "But if you want to drag your good brother off the throne, give him a good spanking, and ask him why he threw you into the central courtyard like trash..."

He leaned forward, his deep black eyes fixed on Thor.

"Then wipe away your tears and talk to me about the price."

Thor suddenly looked up.

Anger, humiliation, and resentment intertwined in his eyes, ultimately converging into a desperate, mad gamble.

"If you're playing me..."

Thor gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "I will kill you."

"You're welcome to try, but before that, we need to establish the relationship between Party A and Party B."

Li Ang snapped his fingers.

The parchment that had been prepared beforehand flew up out of thin air and hovered in front of Thor.

The surface was covered with characters that Asgardians couldn't understand, and faintly revealed chilling fluctuations of law.

"I have no money," Thor said curtly.

He spent two days in the courtyard, and his only possession was this tattered shirt. He even had to borrow money to buy a hamburger.

"We need to broaden our perspective, Your Highness."

Li Ang tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "In this universe, the most valuable things are never gold or jewels, but potential, destiny, and the loyalty of a powerful henchman."

He pointed to the parchment.

"This is a soul loan. Given your current negative credit rating, I'm offering you a chance to change your destiny with a ten-draw."

"The cost is the availability of labor on demand."

"To put it simply," Li Ang revealed a benevolent smile that would make even capitalists weep, "you are now one of my people."

Thor stared at the paper.

If it were the arrogant Thor of the past, he would not hesitate to summon lightning and turn this unscrupulous merchant in front of him into charred remains.

but now……

The image of Mjolnir's unwavering indifference flashed through my mind, as did the image of my father's despair before his death.

"As long as I can go back..."

Thor took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "If only I could get my powers back!"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his thumb against the lower right corner of the parchment.

Noisy!

A flash of red light appeared, and the parchment burned away, leaving a complex pattern imprinted on Thor's hand before disappearing completely.

"A wise choice."

Li Ang clapped his hands in satisfaction, stepped aside to make way for the gashapon machine, and said, "Come on, the customer is always right, even though you look more like a beggar now."

Thor stood up, staggering before regaining his balance.

Looking at the colorful spheres inside the glass case, he felt an unprecedented sense of tension welling up inside him.

I was even more nervous than when facing Laufey, the Frost Giant King.

This was his last hope.

"For Asgard!"

Thor roared and slammed his large hand heavily on the red button.

Rumble!

The gashapon machine emitted a thunderous spinning sound, and colorful lights flashed wildly in the cramped interrogation room, making Thor's mud-covered face appear and disappear in the light.

Clang.

The first gashapon capsule rolled out. It was white.

Thor's hands trembled as he turned the knob.

"What is this?"

He picked up a soft, white object inside.

"A pack of unopened tissues." Li Ang glanced at it and calmly commented, "Perfect, wipe your snot off your face, it looks disgusting."

Thor's face darkened.

Clang, clang.

Two blue gashapon capsules in a row.

Thor hurriedly opened it, and inside were a yellow electric mouse doll and a AA battery.

"Pikachu plush toys, Nanfu batteries, one is better than six." Li Ang shrugged. "Looks like your Thor attribute is still there, all the goods you ship are charged, although they're pretty useless."

Thor's breathing became rapid, and his eyes became bloodshot.

Have I been scammed again?

This is a scam?!

Clang, clang, clang...

A series of white and blue gashapon capsules rolled down.

From toothbrushes to flashlights, there was even a bottle of anti-hair loss shampoo.

Li Ang said this might be to prevent himself from becoming a balding old man in the future.

Until the ninth one.

Thor's hands were trembling, and that familiar feeling of despair washed over him again like a tide.

"Liar...you're a liar..."

He clenched his fist, his nails piercing his palm, and blood dripped down.

"Don't rush, the best is always last."

Li Ang crossed his arms and stared intently at the shipping outlet. "According to Murphy's Law, when you feel like you've hit rock bottom, it usually means a turnaround is coming."

Before he could finish speaking...

The entire gashapon machine suddenly shook violently, the originally dazzling colored lights went out, and a purple gashapon was ejected.

Thor was stunned; he had a vague feeling that this gashapon would yield something good.

He reached out shakily and twisted open the purple capsule.

There were no dazzling special effects.

Lying quietly inside was a strangely shaped golden fruit.

Its skin is covered with spiral patterns, making it look like a mutated cantaloupe, yet it faintly emits a chilling electrical sound.

"This is..." Thor looked at Leon blankly.

"Logia-type Rumble-Rumble Fruit"

Li Ang stepped forward, picked up the fruit, tossed it in his hand, and a rare fiery look appeared in his eyes.

This is a top-tier Devil Fruit that can be considered a bug in the world of One Piece. If Enel hadn't been so reliant on his Devil Fruit power and hadn't encountered the rubber-cheater Enel, the potential of this thing would have been immeasurable.

"You said you want the hammer back?"

Li Ang stuffed the fruit into Thor's arms, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Thor, your perspective is too narrow."

"Mjolnir is just a tool, a converter."

"It allows you to channel lightning, but it also limits you, making you think you're the god of the hammer."

"Eat it."

Li Ang's voice was incredibly seductive.

"You will no longer need to rely on any weapons, you will no longer need to raise your hands and wait for the sky's response, and you will no longer need to worry about whether you are qualified."

"Because once you consume it, you become the thunder itself."

"You are a natural disaster."

Outside the interrogation room.

Coulson stared anxiously at the static-filled monitor screen, sweating profusely. "What happened? The signal's gone down?"

"Sir, there's a high-energy reaction inside!"

The technician exclaimed in horror, "This energy level even surpasses that of that hammer!"

Inside the interrogation room.

Thor held the strange golden fruit in his hands.

This thing looks like it's highly poisonous, and it has a strange, indescribable smell.

"If I die..."

Thor looked up and gave Leon a deep look. "Send my body back to Asgard, even if you just leave it by the Rainbow Bridge."

"Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly. No returns allowed," Li Ang urged impatiently.

Thor closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

Click.

Juice overflows.

next second.

Thor's eyes widened, his face contorting into an abstract Picasso painting, and the solemn atmosphere instantly collapsed.

"vomit!!!"

Thor clutched his neck, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Is this shit?!"

Thor gagged, tears and snot streaming down his face—an uncontrollable physiological rejection.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, and divine power is hard to swallow, so swallow it!" Li Ang watched the show mercilessly from the sidelines. "Spitting it out will ruin everything!"

For my father! For Asgard! To get to the bottom of things with Loki!

Thor forced himself to swallow the fruit in his mouth, suppressing the nausea that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Cough cough cough... vomit..."

He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, feeling as if his stomach was churning.

"You're lying to me... You don't have any power at all... You just smell like poop..."

Thor weakly raised his hand, trying to grab Leon's collar and question him.

however.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the hem of Li Ang's clothes.

It's sizzling!

His fingertips didn't touch the fabric, but... they went right through it?

No.

Thor was stunned.

He watched in disbelief as his five fingers disintegrated into five leaping, eerie blue arcs of electricity the moment they touched the object!

It was pure energy, without flesh and blood, without bones.

"this……"