74 Oliver vs Mjolnir(chapter 73)
previously in chapter 72
After the battle, Oliver examined himself, noticing a change. "Huh, did my bloodline progress again?" he pondered aloud. Everything seemed smaller in his hybrid form, and indeed, he had grown taller - now standing at 7 feet. "Well, I have been fighting non-stop in Hell for the past week," he remarked to himself. It had been a week since parting ways with Wanda, and his journey had led him to one of the hellish dimensions.
Gathering the blood, horns, and claws of the defeated demons, Oliver set to work. The air was thick with the acrid smell of sulfur, and the ground beneath his feet radiated intense heat. He fed the eldritch alloy with the demonic materials he had collected, the alloy slowly absorbing the essence of the hellish realm. Despite his progress, the alloy had yet to reach even 50%. "But then again, it's a purple-grade item, so it's reasonable that it's going to take so much," he mused to himself as he returned to his human form, now standing 6 feet 5 inches tall, his presence quite intimidating.
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Chapter 73
"Now it's time I collect the demonic blood I placed inside the Antarctic—" Before he could continue, a sigh that surprised him escaped Ghost Rider, the real Ghost Rider with orange flames and a bike, riding past him. Oliver, taken aback by Ghost Rider's sudden appearance, and Ghost Rider, equally surprised at Oliver, whom he still couldn't judge to have taken an innocent life, stared at each other for a millisecond before Ghost Rider rode off, leaving the crimson skies howling with the screams of sinners. "Well, I am in hell after all" Oliver mused as he continued his journey, passing rivers of blood filled with damned humans and leafless trees used by imps as nests.
He encountered demons feeding on the skinless humans, but upon seeing Oliver wearing the Oni mask, the demons didn't dare approach, terrified by his presence. Oliver ignored the low-level imps, realizing their blood wouldn't contribute much to his endeavor. "The more higher-ranking demons' blood I can gather, the faster the core would be made," Oliver thought to himself. It was one of his many goals to obtain multiple bloodlines and different forms, each providing him with benefits and access to different advantages. So, he was gathering the blood to acquire a new bloodline. "Wait for me, demons, for I am on my way," Oliver declared, resolute in his purpose.
[2 weeks later]
Back in Nidavellir, in front of a familiar mountain base, stood the forge where Oliver normally went to learn forging. Two figures, two men—no, two gods, Asgardian gods—Thor and Odin, the current king and former king of Asgard, were present. They were observing two large ravens, towering as they toppled skyscrapers, laying dead. "Arm yourself, boy, for there is a war in the forge," Odin said in his deep, wisdom-filled voice. Thor, now the wise king of Asgard, replied, "This is no war, Father. Look at the talons of the valaravens. There is no blood, yet they perished. They have guarded the forge for millennia."
Interrupting Thor, Odin solemnly acknowledged, "Killed in the blink of a raven god's eye. You are right, boy. This was no war." They approached the ravens before entering the forge, where they discovered the bodies of all the dwarves. "This is a massacre," Thor concluded as they examined the scene, noticing a hole in the wall and marks of something being dragged. Odin nodded, recognizing signs of a struggle. "There was a fight. Something battled the culprit in this forge. The dwarves couldn't have fought something that could dispatch valaravens in an instant," Odin observed, while Thor pondered.
Thor then recalled, "Sif did report to me that there was a human, a half-human, half-Red Asgardian dragon that has been learning from the dwarves in the forge." As they continued to assess the situation, Thor began to bury the dwarves. Meanwhile, atop a mountain peak, a large ice chunk shattered as something was thrown. It was Oliver, his entire body covered in red scales, with large dragon horns, two pairs of leathery wings, and claws. He wielded the Moonforge, the creator and wielder of the Moonforge himself. Oliver had his dragon bloodline increased, evident by the scales and new wings he sprouted.
Yet, despite his increased strength, Oliver was bleeding heavily. The air around him crackled with residual lightning as he was sent flying through mountains of ice and snow. As he fell, he spun his body along with the Moonforge, he hit something with the moonforge, creating a visible shockwave pulsing outwards. Sparks flew in every direction upon impact. The object he collided with didn't budge, resisting his momentum and superhuman strength. It was no ordinary object—it was another familiar hammer, famous among gods and wielded by none other than the god of thunder himself. This hammer was Mjolnir, and it thirsted for blood.
After Oliver ventured to find higher-ranking demon blood, he encountered more demons and left a trail of carnage. Hell itself began to recognize him, earning him the moniker "the Blighted One." Following another two weeks of terrorizing demons, Oliver finally departed, leaving demons in awe and relief in his wake. With the materials he needed in hand, he made his way to Antarctica. There, he extracted a crystal of pure, high-level demonic blood before heading to the home of the dwarves to catch up with his little gremlins. However, upon arrival, he stumbled upon a scene of massacre and destruction, with Mjolnir wreaking havoc in the mountain forge.
The accursed hammer attacked with fury, and Oliver retaliated, fueled by anger at the hammer's slaughter of the dwarves. He attempted to use the eldritch alloy against the hammer, but Mjolnir proved formidable. The alloy was nearly destroyed under the hammer's relentless assaults. Frustrated, he switched to his favorite weapon, the Marrow Devourer. Yet even with the enchantment provided by the 400 kills, the weapon couldn't penetrate the hammer's defenses. Desperate, he turned to the anti-metal blade, only to find Mjolnir using thunder to repel the blade.
Oliver found himself thrown from one mountain to another, constantly switching between weapons, but nothing seemed to work against the relentless hammer. Even his ultimate sorcerer killer, which he assumed would have some effect given that mjolnir was magical in nature, but it proved futile against Mjolnir's numerous enchantments. The hammer seemed to anticipate his moves, using its magical properties to thwart his attacks by making sure that the attack never reached it. Oliver grunted in frustration as he tanked lightning strikes with his sorcerer killer, its durability slowly being drained which was what he was worried about the most.
The hammer persisted, hurling lightning and physical strikes with unyielding force. Oliver realized the hammer's weakness was its durability, so he decided on a new strategy. Allowing his healing factor to absorb the lightning strikes and physical blows, he focused on using the Moonforge's own Uru properties to damage Mjolnir. As he summoned the Moonforge, Mjolnir seemed to react with anger, intensifying its assault the moment it saw the moonforge. Lightning struck at him with blinding speed, leading to his current predicament.
Just as Mjolnir sent a blast of lightning towards him, Oliver countered by releasing a blast of green energy—a powerful magical spell. The clash of forces created a shockwave that echoed through the snowy mountains, causing an avalanche of ice and snow to cascade down the peaks. Oliver gritted his teeth, his entire being vibrating with magical and elemental energies as he struggled against the relentless onslaught of Mjolnir.
A spell he acquired after reaching 50% draconic bloodline, and it did counter the lightning, but the hammer was hiding behind the attack to surprise him. However, this wasn't the first time the hammer did this, so Oliver was already anticipating it. He struck the hammer with his own, sending it flying down, but the hammer flew back up. A figure could be seen—a woman made out of lightning wielding Mjolnir—before yelling, "I am Mjolnir!" and hurtling the hammer at Oliver. It struck his stomach, sending him through mountains again, but his healing factor was working overtime, healing his injuries faster and faster. His draconic bloodline wasn't a slouch either, providing superhuman durability.
Eventually, the thunder lady, Mjolnir's conjured form, called back the hammer, looking at the mountain before muttering to herself. "Perhaps that wormling has finally vanished. I should go and deal with Thor before odin gives him the full odin force. the—" But before she could continue, she saw a shadow flying towards her, growing bigger and bigger before Oliver arrived in front of Mjolnir. He swung his Moonforge at the thunderous form of Mjolnir. "Agh, such a vile creation is an insult to me, wormling. Do not swing it at me," she scoffed as she swung Mjolnir, which the Moonforge tanked, causing shockwaves.
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Author's Note: So yeah, Oliver versus Mjolnir. Of course, it wasn't the normal hammer; this was Mjolnir twisted and combined with something else, by someone angry at the Asgardians. Anyways, place your bets: will Oliver get his ass handed to him, left crippled with a broken spine, paralyzed and left for dead in the Dark Dimension where he has to fight with all he has, or will he chip and shatter the metal?
