Chapter 192: C185
"Damn it!"
In a small town in the scorching heat of Mexico, Thor—clad in a hospital-issued gown—ran into the street, his expression a mix of confusion and rage. The streets, the houses, and the Midgardians who stared at him as if he were some madman felt alien to him.
Thor cursed under his breath, his frustration boiling over. Ever since he had been expelled to Midgard, everything had gone wrong. He had been knocked unconscious by a strange metal contraption, only to wake up in what the locals referred to as a mental hospital. There, they had restrained him, treating him like a dangerous lunatic. It had taken all his strength and cunning to escape.
Now standing in the open, Thor realized the full extent of his father's anger. Odin had not only banished him to this unfamiliar realm but had also stripped him of his divine power. He was mortal now.
Rage burned within him, consuming every thought. He raised his face to the sky and roared, "Father! I did nothing wrong! Why do you treat me like this? You're just a stubborn, foolish old man!"
His outburst drew the attention of the townsfolk. They stopped to gawk, some pointing fingers, while others pulled out their phones, presumably to call the authorities.
Once the fire of his rage subsided, Thor's shoulders slumped in despair. Anger wouldn't change his fate. He knew this deep down. As he surveyed the gathering crowd, a growing unease began to gnaw at him. Realizing the danger of staying put, he turned and broke into a run, weaving aimlessly through the streets.
He didn't know where he was going—he just ran.
After some time, the aroma of food wafted from a nearby restaurant, halting him in his tracks. His stomach growled, a sensation he had rarely experienced in Asgard. Hunger clawed at him, and for the first time, he felt the frailty of mortal life.
Thor approached the restaurant, intent on entering, but the screech of tires drew his attention. An RV pulled into a nearby parking space, its door swinging open. Out stepped two women and an older man, who immediately turned their attention to Thor.
Thor stared back, confused but wary. One of the women, with light brown hair and a kind but exasperated face, seemed to notice his hospital attire. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose.