Harem: The Wrath of Mjolnir

Chapter 13 - There is a Hope

"Are you Mjolnir?" Ethan asked questioningly.

"Of course! Who else?" The voice replied confidently.

"Why did you only start talking now? Why didn't you say something earlier?" Ethan asked. 

"I don't like seeing weak people like you," the voice answered.

"What kind of weakness are you referring to? What do you anticipate us humans to do? Do you assume we are accustomed to battling creatures like them?" he protested.

"Kill them!" The voice shouted.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied. "Playing hide and seek with them? No, I'm trying to kill these cute dogs."

"Kill them!" the voice repeated. "You should consider yourself lucky that I'm here," the voice added. 

"Lucky?" Ethan asked, puzzled.

Ethan was frustrated. "How could I kill them when I can't even lift my own weapon?" Ethan asked. 

“What kind of luck only allows me to use my skills sparingly? Mass Killing? How could I possibly cause mass killing by just throwing you around a few times only?" He continued. 

“That’s because you’re weak!!” The voice replied.

"I'm not weak," he exclaimed, "but this challenge is still too much for us. I just received this power a few hours ago, so what do you expect from me? I have done my best, you know?" he complained. ”Why don't you help me?” he added.

“If I could kill them on my own, why do I need someone else to wield me?” the voice replied.  

"Then now tell me what I should do." He urged.

“You are so stupid and useless. Kill them! Fight them!” the voice replied.

“You seem to have a negative opinion of me, but instead of offering any advice, you just come when I'm in a difficult situation. Is there anything you can suggest that I do now?” he added.

“No! Just die!” the voice replied.

“If I just listen to your nagging, I'll die faster. So, please, find a way to help me and let me know what to do.” Ethan exclaimed.

"Your opponents are just a bunch of toys," the voice said. 

"Toys?" Ethan asked incredulously. "What kind of toy could kill a human life so easily?" 

"I will lend you my power," the voice offered. 

"That sounds like a good idea." 

"Pay with the stats points you have and I'll lend you one high-level skill."

[Massacre Lvl1: Unleash a powerful, wide-area attack that deals 9000% damage.]

[At the cost of half of your total stats. Do you accept this offer?]

Ethan saw the green writing before him and noticed the Skill that was offered had a considerable damage effect. 

“Are you sure that I can borrow this skill by trading half of my Stats Points?” 

The voice replied, 'Sure, just this time! And please, don't let me down!' 

“Thanks.” Ethan thanked the voice.

"I am a holy weapon that is meant to be wielded by the strongest person in the World. What a disappointment that I had ended up in your hands. After this, please do not trouble me any further." The voice said.

With that, a small smile crept onto Ethan’s face as exhaustion washed over him. It had been a long night for him, and he wanted it to be over quickly.

Ethan took hold of the Hammer and readied himself for his next move. He quickly bent, then jumped aside with agility. He was headed toward an apparently fragile Mutant Wolf close by. Ethan then unleashed a mighty blow that immediately killed the Mutant Wolf, reducing it to dust. 

[You’ve Killed Lvl. 3 Mutant Wolf]

[You’ve received Purple Grade Mutant Wolf Crystal]

'I'm so grateful that I don't have to go through the trouble of another killing for this one thing.'

Arh-Wooooo

Arh-Wooooo

The other Mutant Wolf came back, alert, and saw Ethan. Both of them moved together and were about to attack him. 

Ethan shouted, "SHOP! Purchase a Small Energy Potion!"

[You bought an Energy Potion (S) for 5 Purple Grade Crystals.]

Ethan found an orange glass bottle in his right hand and quickly opened it, drinking the contents. His heart raced as energy coursed through his body, his dull eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared. 

He thought to himself, 'I'm so sleepy. I hope this night ends soon. I'm exhausted.'

Despite the weapon's formidable weight, Ethan managed to lift Mjolnir with one hand. Adrenaline surged through him, giving him the extra strength to wield the Hammer. 

With a cry of "Massacre! Die, you all!" he set off to wreak havoc.

In his eyes, one second felt like an eternity. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he watched the Mutant Wolves closing in, their saliva dripping from their mouths like hungry wolves hunting their prey. 

Suddenly, the Mjolnir shot up into the sky, taking Ethan with it, and within a split second, it expanded to the size of a building, blocking out the moonlight and darkening the area it covered.

"Thank you, Mjolnir." 

“I'm not a fighter, not as strong as the person who used you before yet. But I'm still grateful that you're here to help me tonight.” 

“I pledge to not squander what you have bestowed upon me tonight." 

"Let's wrap up this night and be done with it."

The Hammer reached its maximum size in an instant. It flew into the sky in a split second and lifted Ethan's body. 

There was a powerful slash of dimension-shaking energy, and the Hammer fell to the ground, hitting any object there. 

Dozens of Mutant Wolves died instantly, and a deafening explosion followed. Buildings and objects in the vicinity were tossed and rolled, creating great destruction. It looked like a meteor impact had occurred.

Ethan was violently thrown into the air by the energy wave, falling from a great height that made it certain he would not make it out alive. All his strength and energy had been taken from him, leaving him unable to do anything but plummet to the ground.

Before Ethan could hit the ground, someone jumped up and caught him, then crouched to reduce the force of his attack. The chaotic energy eventually subsided, and the atmosphere returned to normal.

"You owe me, okay!" a young girl's voice said.