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

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Thor exclaimed repeatedly, his previously high spirits instantly turning into dejection.

A god who can't even lift his own weapon?

"This is impossible!" he murmured, but suddenly the words Odin had spoken close to Mjolnir when he banished him echoed in his ears.

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

"A heart of justice... the power of Thor..." Thor muttered to himself, as if lost in thought, "Am I not worthy? Father!"

He bent over, devastated, and looked blankly at his former weapon.

Mjolnir rejected him.

He doesn't deserve it.

Suddenly, a glimpse of Zhou Lan's clothing caught Thor's lowered gaze.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Lan, who had already come to Mjolnir's side, his pupils dilating.

"What are you going to do?" he asked in surprise.

Zhou Lan turned around, looked at him, and smiled, "It's not that I want to discourage you, but I have to see if the power in this hammer is sufficient."

Zhou Lan lowered his hand, his palm not touching the handle of Mjolnir's hammer, but it felt as if he had truly grasped it.

He raised his hand.

The patterns on the hammer flashed intensely, but then dimmed in an instant.

In an instant, Thor's pupils dilated violently.

Chapter 402 The Method to Lift Thor's Hammer

In Thor's eyes.

Zhou Lan lifted the hammer so easily.

He seemed to exert no effort at all, completely relaxed, with a casual expression.

"No...impossible! Why?" Thor was shocked at first, then immediately fell into a state of doubt and existential skepticism.

In his eyes, Zhou Lan was nothing more than the head of some organization in the human world, or something like that.

But the other party actually did something he couldn't do.

He remembered the spell his father Odin had cast on Mjolnir.

But the question is, is Zhou Lan a suitable candidate?

"Who exactly are you?" Thor asked in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and disbelief.

He suddenly had an absurd feeling that his own existence had been replaced, which made him feel extremely lost.

According to the incantation, anyone who can lift Mjolnir will possess the power of Thor.

Doesn't that mean that the person in front of you is Thor?

What a joke!

Thor was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and just then, Zhou Lan finally made another move.

He tossed the hammer up, casually weighed it in his hand, and then nonchalantly put Mjolnir back down.

“I know what you’re thinking, Prince of Asgard, Thor.” Zhou Lan directly exposed his identity, the first person to reveal it since he descended to the mortal realm.

Before Thor could even be shocked by this, he was overwhelmed by the annoyance brought about by Zhou Lan's next words.

“You’re thinking, alright, now you’re the God of Thor…” Zhou Lan smiled slightly, but then he changed the subject and sighed, “It’s a pity.”

“I don’t think much of him.” His gaze did not linger on Mjolnir at all, but instead quietly looked at Thor himself.

He spoke in the calmest tone what made Thor furious and confused.

"What...does that mean?" Thor looked up, his face full of confusion.

His instincts, stemming from the past, made him realize that the person in front of him was no ordinary man, and he unusually learned to suppress his anger.

"Let me explain to you first why I can pick it up, but you can't," Zhou Lan said softly as she lightly passed by Thor.

“Your father cast a spell on this hammer, and that is why only two kinds of people can lift Mjolnir.”

"One type, also known as the qualified person, is the recognized person. This person possesses noble virtues, is just, kind, pure-hearted, and willing to dedicate themselves to sacrifice."

As Zhou Lan spoke, his gaze met Thor's in mid-air. He chuckled and asked, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

For some reason, Thor shook his head.

The man in front of him couldn't give him that feeling.

The other party clearly came with some ulterior motive. Such a person cannot be said to have a pure heart, let alone noble character.

"So you're the second type? So, what's the second method?" Thor asked.

He wasn't stupid. It was obvious that Zhou Lan was waiting for him here. Picking up the hammer wasn't his goal; his goal seemed to be with him.

In the following conversation.

“The second one is much simpler.” Zhou Lan laughed loudly. “It’s like a magic spell; it can’t work against anything stronger than it. Do you understand what I mean?”

"An even stronger being...?" Thor was taken aback.

Zhou Lan glanced at Mjolnir and said, "That spell is not an unshakeable rule, but rather it adds a mass to that hammer, so that the mass will not take effect when the suitable person touches it."

"That's why I can't pick it up. How heavy is the weight the spell gives it?" Thor asked quickly.

He suddenly realized that the man in front of him, who looked slightly thin, might actually be a monster with immense strength.

His true form may be far more powerful than it appears now.

"Quality? I haven't confirmed it." Zhou Lan chuckled softly. "The quality hasn't affected me."

Thor was a little confused and said in bewilderment, "But you said that only two kinds of people can lift it, and you are not one of those two kinds of people."

“No,” Zhou Lan smiled. “There is an even simpler and more direct way to ignore the mass caused by the spell on the hammer.”

Upon hearing this, Thor seemed to grasp something in a hazy dream, but for a moment he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

At this moment, Zhou Lan finally gave her answer, slowly saying, "All you need to do is... be stronger than your father."

"Isn't it simple?" he said with a smile, calmly and naturally. "How can the constraints set by the weak affect the strong? What a simple and straightforward truth."

In an instant, Thor was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.

His gaze swept back and forth over Zhou Lan in disbelief, but no matter what he did, he couldn't discern the other party's level of power.

He shook his head: "I don't believe it."

Thor knew his father Odin's power better than anyone else, and he could hardly imagine someone stronger than Odin.

But in any case, it shouldn't be someone who just randomly comes out of the human world saying such things.

He may be very strong, but he will never surpass Odin.

“If this were in the realm of the gods, you would have already been punished by them the moment you uttered those words,” Thor said in a deep voice.

"Heh, heh." Zhou Lan seemed to have thought of something and chuckled twice meaninglessly, without responding to Thor's words.

He clapped his hands lightly, and finally said seriously, "Alright young man, now we have important business to attend to."

Thor's expression tightened; he knew the other party was about to reveal their true purpose.

Regardless of whether the person before him is stronger than his father, he is at least stronger than he is now.

“I had already considered it before you arrived.” Zhou Lan pointed to Mjolnir, Thor’s hammer. “I thought it would possess power that would satisfy me, but unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned…”

“It’s too weak, so I thought of you. As Odin’s son and Thor, you possess a power far greater than this hammer. That’s exactly what I need.”

“Activate it, inject it into Mjolnir, and then I’ll take it away. It’s that simple,” Zhou Lan said.

"Why? Or rather, on what grounds?" Thor puffed out his chest.

Mjolnir was his unique weapon, and the other party's goal was to take it away—no, to take away the Mjolnir that had been enhanced by it.

“An old guy like me always prefers hanging out with young people because they’re not stubborn and are easy to talk to,” Zhou Lan said slowly.

"Or, I could take it from your father Odin, who also possessed such power. However, he is currently asleep, and I have never liked to disturb other people's sweet dreams."

"Wait!" Thor exclaimed in surprise. "You...you say that again?"

Chapter 403 With Ease

Thor heard some incredible news.

Zhou Lan, of course, was not stingy in sharing information with the young people.

The situation in Asgard is now exceptionally clear.

Odin has fallen into the Odin's Sleep due to his overwhelming power, while Thor's brother Loki has taken over the scepter.

Although not recognized by the will, Loki is indeed the nominal ruler of the divine realm, at least for now.

Incidentally, Zhou Lan also shared with him why the coronation ceremony not long ago was interrupted by the Frost Giant.

A traitor emerged from Asgard, bypassing Heimdall's watchful eye as he guarded the Rainbow Bridge, and smuggled the Frost Giants from their territory of Jotunheim, forcibly interrupting Thor's coronation ceremony.

All of this was nothing more than Loki's scheme.

Thor, the biggest victim, is completely unaware of the situation.

"How...how can I believe what you say..." As Zhou Lan's voice fell, Thor, who had heard everything, fell into deep doubt.

Caught in the middle of a conspiracy, he couldn't believe it.

But subconsciously, he felt that his brother Loki was not incapable of doing such a thing.

Thor already knew that the man who suddenly appeared before him wanted to use his Thor's power to achieve certain goals.

He wanted to take his weapon with him. Mjolnir was indeed important, but not that important.

If he could, he would prefer that his name as Thor came from himself rather than from a hammer.

Zhou Lan seems to have found this opportunity.

He gave Thor the feeling of being a demon.

He suddenly appeared when he was in his most difficult time, and handed him an extremely beautiful contract that seemed to have no flaws.

But what he wanted wasn't his own soul; in Zhou Lan's own words, he wasn't that low-class.

“If I could witness all of this with my own eyes…” Thor hesitated, and before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhou Lan open her arms.

A magical aura surged between his palms, and a painting appeared between them.

Thor was stunned for a moment.

In the image, his brother Loki sits high on his throne, holding a scepter that symbolizes power, his disdainful gaze sweeping down.

"This is?"

"Live broadcast." Zhou Lan smiled.

“Magic? Loki couldn’t possibly not have noticed.” Thor asked doubtfully, looking at Loki in the image. The other man had a victor’s smile on his face, completely unaware that he was being projected by another being.

“Just like them.” Zhou Lan gestured for Thor to look at Hawkeye beside him.

Dressed in a black secret agent uniform, Hawkeye looked incredibly professional and reliable, his wary gaze sweeping back and forth across the ground.

But they still ignored the two of them, even though they had just made such a commotion.

In that instant, Thor suddenly understood.

Why did no one stop him as he walked all the way here?

Just like Loki and Hawkeye, they were all deceived by Zhou Lan.

Or perhaps it had some other effect; Thor wasn't sure, the opponent's magic was very strong.

With a slow sigh, Thor finally lowered his head and said, "I believe you."

He looked at Zhou Lan and said, "If you can stop this conspiracy, you can take whatever you need from me."

His gaze then turned to Thor's hammer on the ground, as if he had made up his mind.

"If something cannot be used by its master, then it has no reason to exist. If I am powerful, it is not because I wield a hammer, but because of myself."