Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
Before Felix could finish his sentence, Thor spat out a mouthful of wine as he stared in shock at the broken junk.
'Mjölnir, what is that?' Felix titled his head in confusion.
"Are you sure it's your hammer?" Jörmungandr asked weirdly.
"I spent billions of years using her, I believe I can identify parts of her by a mere glance." Thor glared at him.
"It just doesn't look like it." Jörmungandr said, "How did turn this way?"
"Who knows!" Thor said with an annoyed tone, "The last time I used her was against you. I knew she will be found, but I didn't care about it. My baby can be used only by those she deemed worthy."
'Hammer? Are they talking about that colossal silver hammer that smashed my master's head in their battle?' Felix deducted on his own from their conversion.
'Yes.' Lady Sphinx nodded, 'It was Thor's most prized weapon.'