Reality Game Changer

Chapter 71

Shock, dumbstruck, petrified, dumbfounded, awestrucked, none of these words could qualify to express what Alex was telling right now.

He felt he had fallen into a deep pleasant dream and nothing was waking him up.

“Mjölnir's Gavel? Mjölnir's Gavel? Is it the real thing?” the shock on Alex's face could not be explained.

He slowly called forth the hammer from his inventory.

Though outwardly appearing as a simple block-faced blacksmithing hammer, closer inspection reveals Mjölnir's hammer splendidly magical nature. Intricate glyphs of the Ancient Smithing Tongue adorn the handles short adamantine shaft, gleaming with azure light.

The blocky mallet-like head houses a perfectly smooth orichalcum face embedding a single large yellow diamond that glints with inner fire. Every time Mjölnir hammer strikes hot metal, miniature lightning bolts arc wildly from the jewel, as if barely contained storm forces rage within.

When simply held, writhing veils of static electricity dance across the hammer