Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 184 The Loss of Grey!

"And so, the heroes failed. All our flaws and weaknesses were exploited by the enemy, and we all died—the X-Men were reduced to ashes, Thunderbolts betrayed us, and the Avengers were utterly defeated."

I was the only one left. I don't know why they let me go, but... but there was really nothing I could do in the past.

Hawkeye got more and more excited as he talked, and even prepared to jump onto the table. Fortunately, he was stopped by the Ultron robot next to him, because it would be too impolite to do that in front of the guests.

T'Challa, along with the spiderlings beside him, Katie, Kamala, and others, listened quietly to each other's stories.

This is indeed a past that cannot be revisited, as evidenced by the dozen or so bottles of beer that Hawkeye downed in one go, including a few bottles of baijiu.

Suddenly, Hawkeye looked like a dejected old wolf, his whole body trembling and crying uncontrollably, even pounding his chest with his fists.

"I could have avoided all of this, I really could have avoided all of this! But I believed it, I believed those sons of bitches from the Thunder Commandos!"

Especially the moonstone one She deceived us all. I entrusted my life to her, but she chose to betray me.

At this point, a hint of embarrassment crossed the faces of Spider-Man, Katie, Kamala, and the others. After all, in their world, they were called the Thunder Force, although it was just a one-time designation, but that didn't stop them from being proud of it.

But more than anything else, T'Challa glanced at the tall figure standing by the doorway, gazing at the distant starry sky.

"Clint. If I remember correctly, you said this place was called Hammerfall City, right?"

"Yes, that's right. When our Thor lost, he hung his hammer here."

Many people like to hang around here dressed as heroes, because everyone always hopes that a hero can once again wield Thor's hammer to save them, just like the legendary heroes of the past.

As Clint spoke, he wanted to open another bottle of wine, and he set his sights on a red one.

But after hearing these stories, Thor showed emotion for the first time, and he slammed down on the bottle he was trying to grab.

Those suppressed pupils were like those of a lion about to pounce.

"Tell me, where is that hammer?"

Hawkeye paused, looking at Thor before him. After a smile, he pointed in a direction to everyone.

This is a very important moment, especially for Thor.

Because he understood that in many universes, he did indeed have countless individuals, the vast majority of whom used Thor's hammer as their weapon, and all of them were imbued with the most primitive enchantments.

A curse that once caused him pain, but also brought him comfort.

At least when the heroes once again arrived before the fallen hammer under the cover of night, the huge crater-like void resembled the scene when Thor first parted ways with and then reunited with his hammer.

Thor didn't know what to say or how to act, but he felt a sense of fear.

He had no reason to be afraid, because that was his hammer—

Even if they're not from the same universe, he once lifted it up!!

He is undoubtedly the owner of Thor's hammer!

Later on, it could even abandon the hammer and gather the power of Thor on its own. It was the true Thor, not just the god of the hammer.

With his companions watching, some seemed eager to see him raise the hammer.

But when he stood with both hands before that familiar, ancient silver hammer, adorned with ancient circles, he felt an urge to leave immediately. He sensed that what he was about to do would not be as simple as he imagined, and might even carry a hint of...

regret.

But there are some things you can't imagine what will happen if you don't try them.

Thor reached out his hand.

At the same time, he lowered his body slightly and gripped the hammer handle with one hand.

But only the observant T'Challa and Clint could see why Thor stood on either side of his hammer—

It's as if they're afraid they won't be able to lift it up, which shouldn't be the case.

It was as if... as if he was afraid he wouldn't be able to lift it.

Thor began to bend over.

He gripped it, he exerted force, but to everyone's surprise, the expected hammer-raising motion did not occur. Instead, it seemed as if Thor's hammer had taken root and landed on the ground, resisting the person before him, even though this person was its unseen master from another universe.

Thor fell silent.

He didn't kneel on the ground weeping and wailing like he did the first time, pleading for help. He knew perfectly well what was wrong with him.

That was a question he really didn't want to think about.

Even though he closed his eyes to try to escape the truth, the gray-white figure that flashed through his mind countless times, and the towering dark gods in the canyon, all told him a bloody truth.

He can't do it anymore.

No, he can still do it.

If he were to use all his strength without any martial ethics, he could shake this hammer.

After all, even in this universe, this hammer is nothing more than an individual created by a spell cast by a god-king of the heavenly father level.

He had already reached the realm of a single universe. Even if his mindset was unstable, he could still forcibly lift this hammer when he was at full power. He could even lift the hammer and the continent it was connected to as well!

but……

This is meaningless.

No one knew the horror of this matter better than Thor.

He looked at the unique Asgardian runes on the hammer, where the following lines were clearly written:

[Whoever it is! As long as they are qualified! They can obtain the power of Thor!]

He is not qualified.

Because he has already begun to question it.

They questioned whether what Geer said was true or false.

It was as if all the achievements he had made over thousands of years, as a god and a hero, on various planets, were utterly shattered at that moment by Ger's questioning, his narration, and his resigned acceptance of death.

He doesn't deserve it.

Thor lowered his head dejectedly, his legs seemingly losing all strength as he walked towards the crowd, eventually heading back in the direction they had come from.

Everyone wanted to go up and offer advice, but they were stopped by T'Challa and the old Spider-Man.

They could clearly sense that Thor's emotions seemed a bit off at this moment.

"Let him leave. He needs some time to calm down. Many things may not be as simple as we think."

T'Challa certainly knew something; after all, Captain America had told him before they arrived that perhaps their mission this time was not only to liberate the world, but also to resolve someone's inner turmoil.

Watching the figure disappear completely on the horizon, T'Challa walked up to Spider-Man and patted him on the shoulder.

"Moonlight Blade once told me that you've lifted it before. Now... do it again. Believe in yourself, believe in what you believe in and what you hold dear."

After T'Challa finished speaking, he took a step back. He understood his limitations: he carried a heavy burden of responsibility and harbored much darkness within him.

He doesn't question any of his decisions, but he has also regretted some of his past judgments.

This was his mistake and his loss.

Similarly, the old Spider-Man had some past issues, especially the consequences of his own cowardice, which made him even less qualified to touch that thing.

Among them, perhaps only this Spider-Man, who can be called the conscience of the Avengers, is worth a try.

He is qualified.

The little spider looked around uncertainly and noticed everyone was staring at him. But he still walked forward, even though—

"Uh, actually I'm not sure if I can do it, mainly because—"

The little spider was still rambling on and on; after all, given his condition, he tended to talk more when he was nervous.

But before he could finish his rambling, the moment he gripped the hammer handle, the dazzling lightning was so conspicuous in the quiet night, as if it were cheering for a new life, instantly wrapping around the little spider's arm and giving him armor.

When the armor, in its ancient Asgardian style, appeared on his body, a cloak even appeared behind him.

"Alright, you deserve it."

T'Challa smiled.

He even patted the little spider on the shoulder, which seemed a bit insecure, as a form of celebration.