Such a commotion was immediately noticed by Alice, who automatically activated satellite monitoring and quickly identified the object responsible: a hammer.
"Boss, a strange event has occurred in New Mexico—not Florida. A hammer fell from the sky and carved a deep crater into the desert."
According to her scans, the hammer contained anomalous energy signatures. "I suspect it's extraterrestrial—or possibly extradimensional—in origin. Should we intervene?"
Alice immediately informed Loren. A weapon capable of tearing through spacetime wasn't something an ordinary human could wield—this was clearly no mundane artifact.
Based on the data, she concluded it had to be of alien—or, more precisely, Asgardian—origin.
When Loren heard a hammer had plummeted from the heavens, his eyes lit up with interest.
Others might not recognize it, but he knew exactly what it was.
That's Mjolnir. Thor's hammer. Dropped from Asgard. Which means… we've just entered the timeline of Thor (2011).
"Looks like Thor's coming to town," Loren muttered, a smirk curling his lips. "And Earth's about to get a thunderous wake-up call."
Anyone who'd seen the Marvel movies knew Thor's sudden arrival had put Nick Fury on high alert. That paranoia had directly led to Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S.—an initiative Fury had rushed to accelerate, using the Tesseract (not the "Cosmic Cube," which belonged to a different continuity) in hopes of developing weapons capable of countering extraterrestrial threats.
But in doing so, Fury had unknowingly opened Pandora's Box—setting off a chain reaction of disasters, from Loki's invasion to Ultron's creation.
Not that Loren cared. In fact, he was eager for it all to unfold.
Why? Because his system rewarded participation in major Marvel events—with points, upgrades, and rare loot. And this? This was Event Tier: S-Class.
But there was another motive: Uru metal.
Uru was one of the four legendary metals of the Marvel Universe. While comparable to vibranium in durability, Uru possessed a unique trait—exceptional affinity for magical energy. Mjolnir itself was forged from Uru in the heart of a dying star and enchanted by Odin, granting it control over lightning and worthiness-based enchantments.
If I can get my hands on even a fragment of that metal…
He already possessed advanced nanotechnology. What if he combined it with Uru?
Could I engineer a nano-based lifeform infused with Uru? A being inherently tuned to magical energies?
The implications were staggering. Such a construct might even rival sorcerers like the Ancient One—perhaps even siphon power from the Dark Dimension itself.
It was a wild, borderline heretical idea… but if it worked?
Imagine an army of Uru-nano constructs—each capable of channeling arcane might rivaling Dormammu's lieutenants.
The sheer destructive potential would terrify even cosmic entities.
Loren didn't dare dwell on it too long. But the vision alone was enough to quicken his pulse.
With an army like that, Earth would be just the beginning. He could become a true cosmic overlord.
Decision made.
"We absolutely intervene," he declared. "And we move now—before S.H.I.E.L.D.'s 'Black Egg' gets his hands on it. That guy's a walking headache."
"Boss… I hate to disappoint you," Alice cut in, "but S.H.I.E.L.D. is already en route. A team's been dispatched."
"What? How? Did they sniff it out like bloodhounds? I thought you hacked their network today!"
"I did," Alice said dryly. "Repeatedly. They've gotten wise to it. Now they're using analog backups—encrypted radio bursts, couriers… rumor has it they even dusted off carrier pigeons."
"Carrier pigeons?!" Loren gaped. "Are they serious?"
The room erupted in laughter.
"Boss," Tifa giggled, covering her mouth, "you've pushed them so hard they've regressed to the Stone Age. I'm starting to feel bad for them."
Loren waved a hand dismissively. "Don't. That 'Black Egg'—Codename: Fury—curses my name every morning in the command center. The fact I haven't vaporized him is mercy."
"Sympathy?" He snorted. "If anything, I'd prefer his pigeons served with gravy."
"…"
"Boss, you're evil!" Alice grinned. "But I love it! Should I blast 'Sunshine, Rainbow, and Little White Horse' over S.H.I.E.L.D.'s comms again?"
"Do it. And while you're at it, send Fury that cotton-picking video—the one with the tractor."
"Already queued. Oh—screen just exploded in the command center. Fury's fuming."
"Good. Let the old man stew," Loren said, rising. "Time to claim my prize. That hammer? It's not just a weapon. It's a divine artifact—Hammer Bro's ultimate upgrade."
"Wait, Boss," Tifa asked, frowning. "Who is this 'Thor' you keep mentioning?"
Loren shrugged. "Just a blond meathead with the IQ of a very enthusiastic rock. Think Hulk, but with better hair and worse judgment."
"So… mentally challenged?"
"Not disabled—just… blessedly simple. All thunder, no strategy."
Before anyone could respond, Laurent shot into the sky like a comet, streaking toward New Mexico.
Behind him, 2B and the others leapt after him without hesitation.
Meanwhile, at the crater's edge, a bald woman in crimson robes stepped through a shimmering portal. She studied Mjolnir lying in the dust,
her expression unreadable.
"Thor's hammer?" she murmured. "What are you playing at, Odin?"
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