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Chapter 72: Will the Father Die? Thor Panicked!
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 09:39:18 +0000 UTCWhen Thor saw the scene where he was shot to death—even if it was a version of himself from another timeline—he was both shocked and furious. For the first time, he truly realized that he was no longer a god.
Although his physical abilities still far exceeded those of ordinary people, even S.H.I.E.L.D.’s elite agents were no match for him. Despite the element of surprise, it had to be said that even without divine power, Thor was far stronger than any normal human.
But he was no longer a god. He was now just a mortal, someone who could be killed by a single arrow.
“No... no!” Thor calmed himself, finally realizing that his earlier plan to sneak in and retrieve Mjolnir was far too reckless.
In another timeline, he was taken down by a single arrow from that guy called Hawkeye. Just one careless mistake—and he died.
If even one of those soldiers fired at random, he could die just as easily.
“Going in secretly... that’s not going to work,” Thor muttered, frowning.
Ideally, he wanted to avoid contact with any official Earth organizations, but now he realized that wasn’t possible. Mjolnir was currently under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s control. While they couldn’t lift it, they could surround and guard it.
Unless he planned to abandon Mjolnir and stop being Thor altogether, confrontation was inevitable.
“Damn it!” Thor clutched his head. He hadn’t expected things to get this complicated.
But what really unsettled him was something else. In Rowan’s diary, there was a mention that his father, Odin, had endured for several years for the sake of his son.
Just from that wording alone, Thor had a bad feeling—like it implied Odin had been gone for several years, perhaps even... passed away?
“No way... no!” Thor refused to believe it. His father, Odin, was mighty. Thor had grown up hearing tales of his father’s greatness. The stories of how Odin conquered the Nine Realms and brought peace to the universe were legendary.
Could it really be...?
He tried to stop himself from thinking further, but he couldn’t help it. The possibility terrified him.
“Impossible! That damned Midgardian must be lying!” Thor quickly dismissed the dark thought.
Yet, he couldn’t shake Rowan’s words in the diary. Could this fall to the mortal world truly be his father’s test? A form of tempering and growth?
The more he thought about it, the more mixed his emotions became. After his initial rage subsided, he found himself regretting the way he’d spoken to Odin.
But what was done was done. The damage had already been dealt, and Thor now found himself deeply saddened. Still, a small part of him hoped. If Odin hadn’t truly given up on him, then maybe there was still a chance.
At this moment, Thor hoped that what Rowan had written was true.
He read on and found the evaluation of Loki. According to Rowan, Loki always loved to “pretend” and was often asking for trouble—only to be brutally beaten afterward.
"自己这个弟弟从小就爱 pretend,还老爱找他的麻烦,然后被他狠狠收拾,狠狠的揍。"
(My brother has loved to pretend since childhood, always picking on me, and then getting thoroughly beaten for it.)
It was exactly how things had always been. Say the most arrogant things, then get the most merciless beating.
Although the description was exaggerated, it oddly fit perfectly.
“This Midgardian seems to know a lot about Asgard…” Thor muttered. “Whether this really is my father’s test or not, I must regain my strength as soon as possible. I can’t keep wasting time in Midgard!”
He had a thousand questions, countless words in his heart. He wanted to ask Odin—ask him if this was truly a test, and whether something had really happened to him.
Thor felt anxious and afraid.
He had no feelings for Earth yet. He just wanted to return to Asgard, resume his identity as Thor, and reclaim his title as the god of war.
Now that his father was aging and the Asgardian army was without him, who else could lead them?
Loki, the god of mischief? That trickster who relied on schemes and deception?
“Looks like I’ll have to get in touch with this S.H.I.E.L.D... that bald egghead,” Thor grumbled, recalling how Nick Fury was described in the diary—as a “braised egghead.”
After thinking back to Fury’s appearance in the previous video, he had to admit, the description was spot on.
Even though Rowan had mocked him earlier by calling him "Brother Hammer" and "God of Hammers," which had angered Thor to no end, he now found the mockery of others oddly satisfying.
Humans are hypocritical creatures—gods are no exception.
Having made up his mind, Thor attempted to store the diary. To his surprise, the diary vanished with a thought, and he could feel it now stored within his body, ready to be summoned at will.
“Truly... a magical creation,” Thor said in amazement. “It feels like some kind of magical artifact, but who would use such high-quality materials and craftsmanship just to make a diary? What kind of boring creator would do that?”
He couldn’t help but complain.
Based on his understanding, this diary was undoubtedly a high-level magical artifact. The material was unfamiliar, and the fact that it could be stored inside his body was astounding. Not even Mjolnir had such a feature.
To use such advanced magic and craftsmanship for a mere diary? It felt like a colossal waste.
He stepped out of the small hotel and immediately ran into a beautiful brown-haired woman—Jane Foster.
“You’re leaving?” Jane asked.
“Yes, I have something I must take care of,” Thor replied. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
“If I get the chance, I’ll repay you someday.”
With those words, Thor turned and walked away.
Originally, Thor had been in the mood to stay, maybe even develop a relationship with Jane Foster. She was beautiful, and he had been eager to impress her. But now, with the suspicion that something may have happened to his father, he had no mind to linger. He had to act.
“Seriously, just leaving like that?” Jane muttered, watching him go, clearly dissatisfied.
Truth be told, she’d developed feelings for Thor too. After all, his blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled physique matched the ideal man in the eyes of many women in America.
Sure, he was a little arrogant and rough around the edges, but that only added to his appeal.
And just like that... it was over.
