Chapter 210: Teaching You a Lesson for Odin
Gene emerged from the twisted spatial rift with Jane Foster in his arms.
When he had entered, the sky over Britain had been calm, with clear blue skies. But now—on his return—the heavens were an entirely different picture: thick clouds churned above, lightning carved the sky, and torrential rain hammered down on Gene’s armored body.
"Skynet, did the UK’s weather bureau forecast this storm?" Gene asked.
"Sir, there is no official report indicating any chance of rain today. This weather anomaly is abrupt and likely unnatural," came the AI’s reply.
Gene’s V-shaped visor pulsed faintly.
Moments later, wrapped in thunder and lightning, a familiar figure descended from the heavens like a comet. A deafening splash erupted as he landed, soaked red cape dragging across the ground. The figure rose from a crouch, his golden hair dripping wet, muscles tense with barely restrained emotion.
Thor.
The Crown Prince of Asgard had arrived.
His sharp gaze locked onto Gene—and more precisely, onto Jane Foster, slung over Gene’s shoulder. Recognition flashed across his eyes.
He remembered this man. When Thor had first been exiled to Earth by Odin, this was the same mysterious figure who had dared to lift Mjolnir, and had even fought Odin himself to a standstill. The same man who had once stolen Mjolnir, and wielded a second Asgardian weapon gifted by Odin.
Suppressing the storm brewing within, Thor spoke at last.
"How is she?"