Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Gu Yi placed her hand on the pendant on her chest and spoke earnestly, word by word.

Across from her, Zhou Lan smiled silently.

“Relax, Sorcerer Supreme.” He spoke in a soothing tone. “I believe you have already glimpsed a part of my whole self through the Time Stone. An old fellow like me has always been straightforward and honest.”

He seemed to be introducing himself.

Gu Yi nodded slowly, her expression finally softening.

Zhou Lan saw no need to engage in pretense with him, for his strength had already far exceeded her expectations.

She had already witnessed it with her own eyes during a hundred million attempts.

Rather, we should be thankful that the other party, while possessing such power, could still maintain such a gentle attitude and appearance.

It's hard to imagine what such a life form has gone through.

In any case, they are much easier to get along with than those dimensional lords or other beings who are eager to conquer from the start.

“Karmar-Taj is located on the summit of the Himalayas. Resources are scarce here, and there’s not much good tea. Please forgive us,” the Ancient One said calmly.

As she spoke, steam rose from the teacup, filling the air with a chill like that of wind and snow.

Zhou Lan glanced at Gu Yi.

Having experienced so many worlds, his strength is far greater than before.

His experiences changed, and his strength grew, but perhaps the only thing that remained unchanged was his peaceful and steady heart.

In his eyes, the Ancient One was a pretty good guy.

Although the two had just fought a fierce battle, for Zhou Lan's strength and realm, it was merely a simple warm-up after her arrival.

It was less of a battle and more of an exchange, albeit a less than friendly one.

Although these words were somewhat hurtful to the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, who had just been giving it her all.

But that's the truth.

Zhou Lan looked around; the place was indeed unusually deserted.

A being who almost dominated the world and was virtually invincible was willing to stay alone in this desolate place, living in seclusion to protect what he wanted to protect.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Zhou Lan's eyes.

“In some ways, we are quite similar. You should understand, Sorcerer Supreme, I held back.”

Upon hearing this, Gu nodded.

It's not just that she held back; from her observations across different timelines, Zhou Lan didn't need to prepare for so long to lift Mount Everest or summon the moon.

He could drag the moon to the ground in a second.

Then, bang—

And then it was all over.

"But the reason I held back wasn't for any other reason than my admiration for you, and the other nine-tenths of it was because I'm not the kind of person who's keen on breaking the order."

"I see."

"The higher you climb, the colder it gets." Zhou Lan looked around at the wind and snow. "The higher you stand, the fewer people you can talk to."

"At least, I'm not like the Holy Lord, the kind of guy who starts by throwing punches and kicks, hehe." Zhou Lan said softly.

"Now that I've given the instructions, I'll get on with business." With a flick of his sleeve, he drifted slowly into the snow.

The swirling snowflakes swept past him, their trajectories subtly altered by an invisible force as they approached.

Gu Yi stared blankly as Zhou Lan's figure disappeared into the snow.

This is a true mage, she thought.

Their feet never touched the dust, their toes never touched the mud, and every movement they made was exceptionally in accordance with a certain rhythm.

She thought she had reached the pinnacle of her magical skills, but after a series of exchanges and conversations...

She actually felt that the power that had been restraining her for so long was beginning to loosen.

Since reaching her current level, aside from stealing power from the dark dimension, she has actually not increased her strength for many years.

But after this observation, I surprisingly gained some insights, albeit vaguely.

It wasn't until long after Zhou Lan's figure had disappeared that Gu Yi finally came to her senses.

She turned her gaze away from the distant snow and then looked at the tea table.

The tea steamed gently, still warm as ever.

Zhou Lan didn't touch it at all.

A hint of doubt arose in Gu Yi's mind. She really thought Zhou Lan was a tea enthusiast, which was why she kept mentioning brewing a cup of tea.

Zhou Lan naturally wouldn't return to explain Gu Yi's doubts.

He is walking in the air, descending towards his destination.

A splash of crimson stood out starkly against the wind and snow.

in fact.

Zhou Lan doesn't know how to drink tea at all.

It's just that it sounds more elegant.

In the wind and snow, Zhou Lan seemed to sense something, stopped, and smiled silently.

“Character design is always important, and the same applies to demons,” the Moon Demon said.

Chapter 401 Thor's Hammer, Mjolnir

America.

Just like other worldviews, Earth here is also laid out in this way.

The Thor of the past was lying in a hospital, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The reason it is described as the past is because he had been personally expelled from the realm of Asgard by his biological father, Odin, the Allfather, and stripped of his power.

Now, I am just an ordinary person.

Only his muscular physique and already fairly robust body gave him a sense of power.

The reason Thor was banished from Asgard is quite simple.

Not long ago, Odin intended to crown him king, but the sudden intrusion of the frost giants interrupted the process.

Thor was arrogant by nature, and most powerful people couldn't tolerate even the slightest imperfection.

So he led his men into Jotunheim, the territory of the frost giants.

After being mocked by Laufey, the leader of the Frost Giants, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, and Thor almost failed to leave Jotunheim.

Fortunately, Odin came to the rescue and repelled the Frost Giants, but he was also angry about the incident. He wisely realized that Thor at this moment did not have the potential to become a qualified leader.

And so everything has become what it is today.

After a quarrel, Thor was banished, while his good brother Loki is now enjoying himself in the realm of the gods.

Even without his knowledge, Odin fell into Odin's Sleep because his power was too great.

Behind the scenes, Loki had already secretly declared himself king and completely taken control of Asgard, the realm of the gods.

But Thor was unaware of all this at the moment. He only felt indignant, slammed his fist on the bed, and jumped up.

When Odin banished him, he also cast Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, to earth and imbued it with a divine spell.

"Anyone who is righteous and qualified can wield this hammer and possess the power of Thor."

Thor now knows the location of Mjolnir, where a crater was created by the impact. It initially became a tourist attraction for humans, with everyone wanting to try and pull up this hammer from outer space. Now, it has been surrounded by some unspeakable organization for research.

He rushed out of the hospital, but failed to buy the horse he wanted at the nearby store.

So, with the help of the woman who had originally taken him to the hospital, he was able to board a real mode of transportation in the human world.

car.

Despite having many questions, Thor has no desire to communicate with others now.

He just wanted to retrieve his hammer as soon as possible, return to the realm of the gods, and demand an explanation from Odin.

"The place you're looking for is currently surrounded by some organization, so it's probably not easy to get in." The woman searched on the computer and quickly found the relevant information.

"I'll find a way, as long as I get it." Thor's mind was completely blank.

He longed to reclaim his power and return to the realm of the gods to confront Odin, the father of the gods.

Finally, after a seemingly endless journey, they arrived at the place where Mjolnir had fallen.

From the outside, the area was completely surrounded by tents, and in the distance, strange organizational symbols could be seen on the unidentified instruments.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single person in sight.

"Wait here for me, I'll go check it out," Thor called out, and ran towards the tent.

Contrary to his expectations, not a single person tried to stop him along the way; it was as if the entire organization was asleep.

But this is a good thing, it means he can go straight to the crater where Mjolnir is, pick it up, and then go home.

Thor was overjoyed and ran wildly.

Finally, he saw the hammer that originally belonged to him at the core, sitting peacefully in a cloud of dust, embedded in the ground.

At the same time, after looking around, he could confirm that the guards were indeed asleep, and daydreaming.

On a swaying suspension bridge not far away, a man dressed in a black agent's uniform, holding a bow and arrow, was looking down warily, but seemed not to see him at all.

Something was amiss, but Thor couldn't worry about that now.

He climbed over the railing and quickly approached Mjolnir.

Just as I was about to reach out, I heard an elegant, deep voice in my ear.

"You can't handle him, young man."

Solton paused for a moment, his eyes searching around.

This was the first sentence he had heard since he entered the place.

Looking back, a middle-aged man with an outstanding demeanor and remarkable temperament was standing—no, standing in the air behind him—and speaking to him.

"You're the person in charge here?" Thor asked dismissively.

The man behind him was Zhou Lan, who had come from Kamar-Taj.

He smiled and said, "The person in charge? I wasn't before, but I am now."

Above them, on a swaying suspension bridge.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Hawkeye stood there, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the location of Thor's hammer.

But he remained unmoved by Zhou Lan and Thor standing to the side, as if he didn't even notice them.

"Everything is normal," he reported into the headset.

“Of course you mortals can’t lift it, because this is my weapon, and only I can lift it,” Thor declared loudly.

He knew that some research institute here must have tried to take up his weapon, but clearly, Mjolnir was still here.

He is a god; how could a mortal easily wield a god's weapon?

Neither manpower nor tools, not even a crane, could move Mjolnir.

“You’re wrong,” Zhou Lan said. “Your father has put a curse on this. No one, not even you, can lift it.”

"Enough!" Thor growled unhappily. He had already experienced enough and didn't want to argue with these mortals anymore.

He bent down, his strong hands gripping the handle of Mjolnir's hammer, and pulled hard.

The next second, a cold wind swept by.

Mjolnir remained completely still.

Thor was shocked and, in disbelief, strained again until his hands gripped the hammer handle, pulling with all his might as if he were pulling himself up from the ground.

But Mjolnir remained motionless, the triangular patterns on the hammer flashing dimly, as if they were firmly welded to the ground.