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Thor's words lifted the fog.

Originally, Yang Le was only guessing about the person Thor was looking for, but now he didn't have to guess anymore. Thor had practically written the answer on paper for him.

An unknown Asgardian who inherited the War God's divinity; the only person Yang Le could think of was himself, having transformed into an Aesir god.

But that wasn't all; Thor wasn't finished with his description yet.

"I first landed in the far north of Midgard, where the weather was similar to Jotunheim."

Thor paused here and then explained, "Sorry, Jotunheim is one of the Nine Realms, a world covered in ice and snow since its birth, unsuitable for most creatures of the Nine Realms. Only frost giants and some rare creatures live there."

"Sounds like you're talking about the Arctic," Gwen mused. "The Arctic's ecosystem isn't suitable for most creatures either."

"Probably, but compared to Jotunheim, the Arctic of Midgard can only be considered cool."

Thor drained the bowl of fruit wine and continued, "I found traces of the Asgardian who inherited the War God's divinity in the Arctic. He seemed to have fought someone there, but I don't know how the battle went."

"Then I used a little magic to search for more clues. Guided by the magic, I finally found this city. You know the rest, my friend."

After saying all this, Thor looked intently at Yang Le. He had revealed all the clues he knew and could only place his hopes on Yang Le, as he knew nothing about the current Earth.

After hearing Thor's description, Yang Le felt a cold sweat. If he didn't know Thor's personality and that he hadn't met him in his Aesir god state, Yang Le would have really thought Thor was hinting at him.

But now it was certain: he was indeed the lost Aesir god Thor was looking for, the one who had inherited the War God's divinity.

"So, Thor, is there something important you need from this lost Aesir god?" Yang Le asked nonchalantly, deciding whether to come clean depending on the situation.

"It's mainly my father's mission, but even without it, I would very much like to find him," Thor said with a hint of tenderness. "Without interfering with his life, I would like him to know that he has a distant homeland."

"Aren't you afraid he'll compete with you for the throne?" Yang Le continued, a rather pointed question and the main reason for many royal family conflicts, as power is a treasure most cannot resist.

"If he wants to, let him come," Thor said with a grand wave, full of heroic spirit. "If he meets the requirements, he can compete with me for the throne. If he can prove himself more capable, I might even give him the throne. Asgardians never fear any challenge."

Judging from Thor's expression, these were indeed his true feelings. Compared to Loki, who was eager to prove himself, Thor had always been lukewarm about the throne.

In his view, the throne wasn't that important. As long as he could lead his people to a better future and govern Asgard well, anyone could sit in that position, not necessarily him.

Yang Le looked at Thor, thought for a long time, and then stood up. Thor looked at Yang Le in confusion and asked.

"What's wrong, Happy? Is there something urgent? If so, I can come back later."

"It's nothing like that, Thor," Yang Le waved his hand. "It's just that I should know where the person you're talking about is."

Thor was taken aback, but quickly his face lit up with joy as he asked, "Really? Where is he?"

Yang Le gave Gwen a look, and with their minds connected, Gwen understood his meaning with just that one look and silently retreated to a safe place.

Yang Le nodded, then with a thought, activated the Omnitrix on his left wrist with his brainwaves. Before Thor could understand what these two were doing, a dazzling white light blinded him, forcing him to shield his eyes.

The white light came suddenly and went quickly. In less than a second, Thor could open his eyes and lower his hand, but when he regained his vision, Yang Le had disappeared, replaced by a black-haired strongman no smaller than him.

Thor was immediately startled and summoned Mjolnir from the ground into his left hand.

"Who are you?" Thor glared. "Where's my friend? What have you done to him?"

Yang Le didn't expect Thor to react so strongly and quickly said, "It's me, Thor, I'm Yang Le."

Perhaps afraid that words weren't convincing enough, Yang Le transformed back in front of Thor, and then back again after Thor could see clearly.

This sudden transformation stunned Thor. It wasn't that he was ignorant, but even in Asgard, this kind of transformation ability was rare.

"What... what's going on?" Thor stared blankly at everything, feeling that his brain was having trouble processing the information.

"Happy, are you a superhuman?"

"In a sense, yes," Yang Le nodded. Although he was a purer human than anyone in the Marvel universe, having the Omnitrix did make him a superhuman.

"My ability is to transform into various races and use their inherent powers. I'm now transformed into an Asgardian. Can you understand now, Thor? I am the Aesir god you're looking for."

To reinforce his words, Yang Le began to mobilize the War God's authority, and the omnipresent strife was converted into power, gradually fusing into his body.

Thor felt it too. He felt the drums of war, the shouts of soldiers, the neighing of steeds. He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield, surrounded by warriors waiting for battle.

This atmosphere stirred the Aesir blood in him, the hot blood surging through his veins, and the heart in his chest began to deviate from its steady rhythm, gradually keeping pace with the phantom drumbeat.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Mjolnir was stimulated, and streams of lightning surged from it, wrapping around Thor's body along his arm. Thor's eyes gradually turned white, and bursts of lightning shot from his eye sockets.