To read the next chapters of the book, please visit *patreon.com/Tengri02*
In the story Lin Luo told, the term 'High-Dimensional Beings' was central throughout.
It sounded like these 'High-Dimensional Beings' were closely related to the development of Earth and human civilization.
It even created a misconception.
"Boss, why do I feel... that the High-Dimensional Beings you spoke of align more with our definition of gods?" Natasha mused thoughtfully.
Hawkeye Clint Barton nodded in agreement.
This was also the source of his confusion.
"If that's what you think, all I can say is, it's adorably naive," Lin Luo said with a doting smile, raising his hand to ruffle Natasha's hair.
Hawkeye Clint Barton: "!!!"
"Uh..."
Natasha's face turned crimson from the sudden head pat.
Normally, she wouldn't react so strongly, but the difficulty lay in having an old friend watching, and she had to pretend not to know him.
Clinton was in agony.
Natasha was like family to him, as close as blood relatives.
He didn't want Natasha to take on such a... compromising mission... Alas, thoughts were just thoughts; in the special profession of an Agent, there was no opportunity to choose for oneself.
He only hoped that little Natasha wouldn't be harmed in this mission.
"High-Dimensional Beings certainly don't just maintain things; they have their own objectives, and due to your clearance levels, I'll only tell you one thing."
Lin Luo smiled and said, "Their objective is worth all of humanity uniting to resist."
"!!!"
Natasha and Catwoman stood stunned, their faces filled with shock.
After processing this piece of information, they desperately wanted to retort: Boss, how can you say such terrifying things with a smile?
Clinton had a similar reaction.
He had no choice but to re-evaluate Lin Luo's danger level in his mind.
If danger levels were divided into Heaven, Easy, Medium, Hard, Epic, and Hell.
Then his new top-tier rating for Lin Luo was: Hell within Epic Hell.
"Those High-Dimensional Beings you spoke of are so terrifying, then do we M—uh..." Catwoman stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing her mistake, and quickly corrected, "Sector Seven, yes, Sector Seven."
"Does our Sector Seven have the ability to deal with them?"
This question immediately drew the focused attention of Natasha and Clinton.
Clinton would stake his life that if this young man said yes, he would definitely find an opportunity to persuade Natasha to withdraw from the mission.
That was not something they could handle; losing their lives for it would be too worthless.
To this, Lin Luo maintained his smile and replied, "That's a secret. Once your clearance levels increase, you'll be able to find the answer yourselves."
"Let's get back to the main topic."
"The reason none of you can lift Mjolnir is because the All-Father Odin placed a blessing on the hammer; whoever wields the hammer shall possess the power of Thor."
"There are two conditions to lift it: either possess a kind, pure, and righteous heart, or be worthy of it."
Catwoman asked curiously, "Isn't possessing those qualities what makes one worthy of it?"
Lin Luo shook his head.
Take Thor himself, for example.
He is kind and righteous, but as for pure, hehe... So, being worthy of Mjolnir and having good qualities to be qualified to lift Mjolnir are two different things.
"Natasha, you try," Lin Luo said.
"Me?"
Natasha pointed to herself, her pretty face filled with disbelief.
She didn't believe she possessed the aforementioned good qualities; why would the Boss so decisively ask her to try?
Did he trust her?
Some say sincerity is a killer move, and the corresponding trust is equally a bone-scraping blade.
It was decided; this would be her last chance to create an opportunity for Nick Fury to gain intelligence, as a repayment for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s kindness in taking her in all these years.
As for the Boss and MIB's kindness... she would repay it with her life!
After making her decision, Natasha's heart was no longer confused; her eyes regained their usual firmness and confidence.
She nodded, stepped forward, grasped the handle of Mjolnir, her gaze deepened, and then she began to exert force.
Sizzle... The hammerhead emitted faint sparks, surging through the handle into Natasha's body.
Natasha effortlessly lifted Mjolnir above her head.
Boom—!
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Natasha, as if performing a baptism and celebration.
This scene stunned Catwoman and Hawkeye.
Lin Luo had expected it, his faint smile unwavering, and he asked, "Any special feelings?"
"Powerful strength and reaction speed, and also lightning that I can use at will, even though I just got it," Natasha snapped her fingers, and faint currents erupted from her fingertips.
"No... no way..."
Catwoman, not believing it, walked up to Natasha and scrutinized her from head to toe, utterly bewildered.
"It's fine that you're kind and righteous, but pure? Are you kidding me?! What kind of purity do you have inside?!"
"Heh heh."
Natasha's lips curved upwards, and she spread her hands, feigning helplessness.
"It thinks I'm pure, and I can't do anything about it."
The hammer's definition of 'purity' was probably to emerge unstained from the mud.
However, this statement could also apply to Catwoman.
Catwoman couldn't lift the hammer, possibly because... when she stole treasures in the past, she kept a portion for personal preference.
"Boss, aren't you going to try? I believe you are definitely worthy of it," Natasha said, offering Mjolnir to Lin Luo.
"No, no, you're mistaken, Natasha," Lin Luo raised his hand, reaching for Mjolnir, and smiled, "It's not whether I'm worthy of it; it's... it's not worthy of me."
The moment his hand touched Mjolnir, the hammer surprisingly began to struggle on its own.
Natasha felt the emotions emanating from the hammer and exclaimed in shock, "Boss! It... it's afraid!"
"Don't mind it," Lin Luo smiled, and when he fully grasped Mjolnir in his hand, the restless hammer spirit finally calmed down.
"It's a good hammer, quite nice for collecting."
As one gets older, one tends to collect antiques; this hammer could be hung in the office.
Whoosh—!
A gust of dark green wind rose from the ground.
An invisible black mist emerged from it, and out walked a man wearing a golden horned helmet and holding a golden spear.
The man held his chin up, an air of superiority about him.
"Mortal, you have desecrated this divine artifact representing the heir to the throne. Now... I! All-Father Loki! Give you two choices."
"One, return the hammer to me, and I can pretend nothing happened."
"Two, you can choose to refuse, but the price is to endure the wrath of All-Father Loki, and the Asgardian army will flatten the World established by humanity!"
Loki's mood at this moment was incredibly excited.
After enduring for so long, he finally found an opportunity to send troops to Earth.
He roared internally:
Watch, Father, great All-Father Odin, your son Loki will lead the warriors of Asgard to bring Earth, one of the Nine Realms, back into the embrace of the Divine Realm!
Catwoman & Natasha: "..."
Clinton: "..."
Where did this idiot come from?