"You damned insect! How dare you defy a god—die! You deserve to die!!"
In Asgard, Loki roared in fury.
Gungnir—the spear symbolizing the authority of the All-Father—swept through the air as torrents of arcane energy surged forward, piercing through space itself and pouring into the Destroyer.
This divine construct, forged by Odin to stand against even the enigmatic Celestials, finally began to unleash more of its true power.
Within its body, the Eternal Flame burned brighter.
Runes ignited one after another.
And the blazing torrent of fire it unleashed grew even more terrifying—
As if it sought to incinerate everything in existence.
"Hiss—!"
Even with Thor as a shield…
Even with telekinetic protection layered over himself…
Even while clad in the powerful Spider Armor—
Peter still felt the pressure.
The heat had gone beyond scorching.
It was suffocating.
Like being slowly roasted alive.
Even through three layers of defense, the temperature was climbing to unbearable levels.
"Warning: Temperature critical. Warning!"
The AI's alerts rang in his ears as numbers on the display skyrocketed.
Peter's scalp tingled.
If not for his Spider-Sense…
That blast alone might have crippled—or killed—him.
Thor's strength had been within his expectations.
But Asgard?
A cosmic powerhouse feared across countless star systems.
And the Destroyer—Odin's weapon—
Was proving exactly why it held such a reputation.
…
Fortunately…
It didn't last long.
For Loki, forcing the Destroyer to unleash this level of power was no easy feat.
His mastery of magic was nowhere near Odin's.
In Asgardian mythology, Odin was not only the All-Father—he was also the God of Wisdom and Magic.
Some even claimed—
Magic itself originated from him.
And so, with Odin's restrictions placed upon it—
This…
Was Loki's limit.
The flames finally subsided.
The Destroyer's faceplate sealed shut.
It stood motionless.
Everything around it—
Gone.
Burned clean.
Peter glanced around.
The ground had been vitrified into glass.
The town?
Reduced to ash.
It looked as if a nuclear bomb had detonated here.
But Peter didn't care about that.
His attention shifted—
To the "shield" he had just used.
"…What the hell is this?"
Flipping Thor over, Peter couldn't help but suck in a breath.
The thing in front of him…
Could barely be called human anymore.
Charred black.
Facial features indistinguishable.
The entire surface carbonized.
"This… is brutal."
Peter clicked his tongue.
The Eternal Flame truly lived up to its name.
After all, Surtur had once used this very power to destroy Asgard itself.
And Thor had just taken it head-on—
With Peter conveniently hiding behind him.
That this was the result…
Wasn't surprising.
"…Still breathing."
Peter checked quickly.
Alive.
Barely.
"But that arm…"
There was nothing left.
Thor had taken the full force of the blast.
Not only was his front completely charred—
His entire right arm…
Was gone.
Gone from the shoulder down.
In the comics, Thor had once lost an arm too—his left.
Now?
Well…
This version was… symmetrical.
Peter felt no guilt.
None.
If he hadn't used Thor as a shield—
Then the one lying here like this…
Would be him.
And as for Odin?
Peter had no intention of respecting him.
Treating Earth like a training ground for his son…
Like some backyard playground?
That alone was enough reason.
"But more importantly…"
"My spoils."
Peter's gaze shifted.
First to the Destroyer.
Then—
Downward.
To the ground.
Mjolnir.
The true objective of this entire mission.
The legendary hammer.
…
Thor was the face of Asgard.
For thousands of years, he had fought across the Nine Realms—battling giants, slaying monsters, saving lives… and taking them.
And through it all—
One symbol stood above the rest.
His hammer.
Mjolnir.
The weapon that defined him.
Which meant—
The amount of faith energy accumulated within it…
Was unimaginable.
Far beyond something like the White House or the Statue of Liberty.
And combined with its divine nature—
Peter was certain.
The Infinite Multiverse Altar System would value it extremely highly.
…
Now—
Thor was unconscious.
The hammer lay within reach.
All Peter had to do…
Was lift it.
"I can do this…"
"I can do this…"
Almost like self-hypnosis, Peter took a deep breath.
His mind focused completely.
Even the slight movement from the Destroyer nearby went unnoticed.
"Worthy… a brave warrior…"
"One who fights for others… one who is willing to sacrifice…"
Recalling the requirements to lift Mjolnir, Peter stepped forward.
He lowered his head—
And placed his hand on the hammer's grip.
"…Am I worthy?"
The moment his palm touched it—
Peter emptied his mind.
He didn't try to force it.
After all—
To one deemed worthy—
Mjolnir was weightless.
BOOM!!!
The sky—
Which had only just calmed—
Darkened once more.
Thunder roared.
Lightning erupted.
"…What the hell—again?!"
Hovering in the air outside the battlefield, Tony Stark couldn't help but curse.
He had been stuck at the edge of the storm for a long time.
The raging lightning had made it impossible to enter.
And earlier, that surge of extreme heat had even forced him to retreat.
Now that things had finally settled down—
This?
Again?
"Seriously—what is going on in there?!"
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