Chapter 1: Brother Hammer
Manhattan.
Thor Hammer, an American, 1.7 meters tall, with a baby face, is an unknown gang leader in Chinatown.
His father was a big boss, known for a long time only by his nickname, Mad Dog. Thor's father was shot and killed not long after Thor was born. His biological mother had no one to rely on, so she gave him to the old man next door to raise him, and she was never heard from again.
His adoptive father treated him well. He taught him how to write, provided for his education, and instilled some principles of life and work in him. Although life was tough, Thor found it satisfactory.
He vaguely remembered that when he was in the first grade of junior high school, his adoptive father suffered a myocardial infarction and left behind a modest inheritance and a will. The old man was already at an age where he knew his destiny, and his health was declining. He had a premonition of his impending demise.
The letter briefly talked about Thor's life experience and advised him to take the right path, not to be sad, and to live a positive and optimistic life. The earnest teachings often echoed in his ears.
Thor was often bullied in school in his poor neighborhood, and constant demands for "borrowing money" left him physically and mentally exhausted. He dropped out of school to survive.
He followed the same path as his biological father, starting out as a petty thief and later joining gangs as he grew older.
Comics accompanied Thor through his long childhood. Thor was his idol, and he always dreamed of owning a hammer that would give him divine power.
After dropping out of school, he worked hard to become strong. He had his own hammer, but unfortunately, it had no magical power.
When the gangs fought, Thor charged into battle with a miniature version of his hammer, loving to smack people on the forehead. He was a fierce fighter.
Over the years, his name was forgotten.
"Hello, Brother Hammer!"
"Ah."
"Slap!"
"Brother Hammer...you are so bad!"
"What…"
Thor hung his treasure around his waist and walked into the underground casino with his head held high.
The younger brothers greeted him respectfully. He met his old lover on the road and weighed her round size. Well, not bad. She's grown up again!
"Slap!"
"Brother, this is a good product! A tribute to you. Look at the appearance and quality... tsk tsk, it's perfect!"
Brother Hammer, no, Thor had already walked into the monitoring room by then and sat down. On his mobile he read webnovels.
He had recently become obsessed with e-books.
During this period, he went out for a few walks. Thor was addicted to books and could not extricate himself. The day passed quickly.
In the evening, he walked home with his new treasure on his back.
"Ah...! Help...!"
Thor turned into a small alley and vaguely heard shouting, which was normal in this area.
He took a few more steps and saw a black man in front of him dragging a Asian girl and assaulting her.
The girl was about junior high school age. She must not have listened to her parents and must not run around in this area.
He curled his lips, nodded towards the black man, turned around, and walked back, turning a blind eye.
"Ah! Big brother, save me! Please! Oh... please... please..."
The girl's cry for help echoed in his ears like a magical voice, and Thor felt pity in his heart.
She was just a naive child!
Thor hesitated for a moment. What should he do?
Here is the revised excerpt, incorporating the necessary changes and maintaining the chapter's essence and length:
"Hey! Nigg..a.a!"
The last thing the black man saw was a flying iron lump, and then he lost consciousness.
"No, it's okay, kid, don't be afraid, hu...ha!"
"Woo...thank you...thank you..."
Thor finally arrived in time, panting heavily as he helped the girl put her clothes back on and comforted her.
The girl had been struggling for a long time, and her mood was up and down. Now she was completely exhausted. She hugged her benefactor desperately, crying and saying thank you repeatedly.
She had a slim figure, a delicate face, was of junior high school age, and had a student-like mushroom haircut. She was so soft and frail that she attracted crime. No wonder she was targeted.
Thor picked up the little girl from the ground. Her jeans were fine, but her top was torn. The healthy, fair-skinned girl was now partially exposed, and her twitching shoulders made Thor feel embarrassed.
He had to put on some clothes. He put away his chaotic thoughts, draped his suit over the girl, and gently stroked her back to help her feel better.
After a while, Thor calmed the little girl down. He picked up the precious hammer, put his left arm around the girl's weak waist, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.
"Boom!"
The black man woke up and he had a gun!
"Run! Kid!"
Thor's body was violently hit by the bullet, and his back felt like it was tearing apart. He pushed the girl towards the exit with all his strength and yelled at her.
"What…!"
"Run! Be obedient!"
The girl was already stunned. Thor roared again, and she finally came to her senses, staggered, and ran away.
"Roar!..."
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
With a ferocious face, Thor roared loudly and rushed towards the black man, crushing him to death!
Thor finally fell on the road, charging, the cold surrounding him, leaving some thoughts, and it was dark.
"Did she run away?"
"In the next life, when I meet my enemy, I will smash his forehead first! Then I will try to flirt with a girl!"
"It hurts so much. This is the right path!"
A generation of heroes, Thor Hammer, and his biological father, Mad Dog, who he had never met, were both killed by gunfire. Ridiculously cold humor....
Manhattan Daily reported that a shooting occurred in a certain neighborhood yesterday evening, with additional photos.
In the photo, a man is lying in a pool of blood, with a thin and lonely figure next to him.
According to insider reports, the man was shot dead while trying to save others. The girl lost control of her emotions when she saw the man's body, her face was bleeding and crying, and she has been sent to a mental hospital for trauma treatment.
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Thor Hammer finds himself in an endless void, with a blue screen in front of him.
Name: Thor Hammer
Bloodline: Human Race
Talent: Madness (mutation), Spirituality
Force: 9
Agility: 7
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 5
Physique: 8
Skill: Taunt (5), One-Handed Weapon Mastery (2), Throwing Mastery (2), Basic Fighting (1)
No equipment
A new prompt flashes:
Do you choose to be reborn as Thor Odinson? Yes / No
Note: If you choose yes, you will fuse with the designated character, perfectly inheriting everything about that character.
Excitedly he selected yes.
In the vast sea of stars, there is a World Tree that runs through the sky and the earth.
Its mottled ancient branches have witnessed countless eras. Its canopy, which blocks out the sky and the sun, has hosted countless battles.
Today, the big tree that is as old as the universe woke up. The branches stretched out, and waves of pulses gathered at the top of the tree. It was praying for the destined guardian.
Asgard is surrounded by an endless sea and is located at the top of the World Tree. Palace complexes can be seen everywhere, towering into the clouds and resplendent.
This is the territory of the King of Gods, the eternal divine realm that shines like a pearl, a utopia without war and hunger.
At this time, the land was abuzz with people, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the building that reached into the clouds in the center of the God's Domain, the Golden Palace of the God King.
Even Heimdallr, who monitors the nine worlds, was no exception, because this glorious land was about to give birth to its successor.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the space, and a thunderstorm swirled over the Golden Palace.
Silver-white pillars of divine power soared into the sky, stirring thunderclouds and spreading divine light waves wantonly.
The scope of the storm surged under the influence of divine power, sweeping across the sea and covering the sky, and Asgard was in a doomsday scene.
"Boom, boom, boom" thunder continued to hit the enchantment of the God's Domain. The gods in the Golden Palace were ordered to maintain the crumbling barrier. Several people were looking at the sky above the God's Domain.
"In the name of Odin, the King of Gods, I seal it!"
Odin held the Eternal Spear and waved it gently, solemnly swearing an oath.
He sealed the divine power that was gushing out from his son's body. Then he gently blunted the authority in his hand on the ground, and the barrier of the divine realm was stabilized again, driving away the peepers hidden in the dark.
At this time, the thundercloud storm outside the barrier gradually dissipated without the support of divine power. Odin finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his sleeping son, and murmured
"My son, the guardian of the world. The gears of destiny begin to turn. Ragnarok is coming soon..."
When Thor woke up again, he found two old people, a man and a woman, looking at him.
When he opened his mouth to call someone, he cried "Wow, wow".
"Oh, my son, Thor, my father is here, don't cry, don't cry..."
Odin shouted his son's divine name and coaxed awkwardly with a loud, sonorous voice.
Frigga next to him couldn't stand it, reached out to snatch her son, coaxed him twice, and started feeding him.
Thor was shocked at this time, what the hell is this? He opened his mouth mechanically, closed his eyes and looked into his mind, and fell asleep again after a while.
But why did he become a child? Moreover, the inexplicable childish thoughts in his mind due to perfect merge and characteristic inheritance impacted his mature will one after another.
I don't want to be a child! I can't stand it! ...ah!
In this way, Thor settled down in the God's Domain, with a strict father and a loving mother, which really allowed him to experience the troubles of happiness. He was confined to the Golden Palace. Fortunately, Frigga often invited little Sif to play with him, so he would not be bored. This situation lasted until he was four years old.
One day, it was suddenly heard outside the palace that Heimdallr was requesting an audience with the God King. While Thor was thinking, he moved his short legs and walked quickly into the main hall.
"The great God King, the Frost Giant King Laufey, led his troops to invade Midgard. Laufey carries the artifact Casket of Ancient Winters with him. Please make your decision." Heimdallr knelt on the ground and reported respectfully to the God King.
The atmosphere was extremely heavy. After a long time, Odin lifted the Eternal Spear, blunted it lightly on the ground, and spoke.
"Laufey marched into Midgard, probably because he wanted to use it as a springboard to attack God's Domain. Humph! He wants war, and I will give him war! Heimdallr, go back and sit on the Rainbow Bridge."
After Heimdallr left, "Child, come here, a real warrior is never afraid of war, remember?" Odin held Thor in his arms at the door of the hall and taught.
"I understand, Father." Thor's big bright eyes looked at his father with admiration.
Odin's face was full of kindness, and he turned to order the guard at the door.
"Fandral, send an order! Order Valkyrie to summon the Einherjar and make him a vanguard officer of the army. Order Frey to prepare food and fodder and make him a logistics officer. Order Tyr to rectify military discipline, command the three armies, and make him a general. In seven days, there will be a meeting in the Hall of Valour."
"Order Nidal to summon the magicians scattered all over the realm, and order Sága to take charge of the Ministry of Science and Technology, and bring me the secret weapon! The two of them will follow Tyr's orders!"
"Inform Vanaheim and tell them that war is coming!"
"I have the order! I will resign."
This is Fandral, captain of the Golden Palace Guards.
It was lunch break after escaping from Odin's arms, during which time I heard a lot of vague truths. But I understand that soldiers are never afraid of war.
"I will definitely become the greatest warrior! Greater than dad! For sure!"
Dad is so handsome, with that majestic figure, that majestic voice, that calm and calm command, that powerful aura, that... my little brain suddenly ran out of words.
He puffed out his small chest and walked towards the bed with firm steps. Starting today! Ten thousand years from now! Go to bed early and get up early! Try to grow up...!
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