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Got Thor Travelling Ch 3 : A Different Body And System
🕑 Added 2025-03-06 05:22:16 +0000 UTCOkay, this might sound crazy, but I think I've become Thor.
I know… I know, crazy, right? But how else am I supposed to explain all the changes that have happened to me?
At first, I was too overwhelmed to notice. Waking up in an unknown place with my body completely out of whack, my mind wasn't exactly working at full capacity. It wasn't until after I finished playing around with Mjolnir that I finally started to realize the obvious differences in my body—something I really should have done the moment I woke up. But again, my brain was not braining back then.
I'm pretty sure this isn't my body. For starters, the insane muscle mass I have now would put any gym bro I used to know to shame. My entire physique looks like it was sculpted out of marble—like a Greek god. Or, well, in this case, a Norse god. In short, I'm jacked beyond reason.
My hair is long and blond now, a stark contrast to the short, messy black hair I used to have. Even my voice is different. I haven't had the chance to see my face yet—no mirrors or reflective surfaces in sight—but the absence of my usual birthmarks is proof enough that this isn't the body I was born with.
At first, I tried rationalizing it. Maybe I just lost my memory. Maybe I had been working out like crazy during that time. Hair can be dyed, and voices can change over time. It would explain why I woke up in the middle of nowhere, though not the fact that I'm clearly taller than before. Then again, without a measuring tape, that part could just be my imagination.
When I couldn't come up with any definitive proof, I did what any reasonable man in my position would do—I pulled down my pants and checked. And, oh boy, what a sight it was. Giving my baseball bat a run for it's money, this things was definately not my thing.
Believe me if there existed a situation to increase once size then I would know... Oh the possibilities I have with this on my side.
Case closed. This is definitely not my body.
Pulling up my pants, I couldn't help but grin. If nothing else, at least there were some perks to this bizarre situation. It was yet another reason to get out of this desolate snow-covered forest.
As for why I think I'm Thor, well, there are many reasons. From the uncanny similarities between my new body and Thor's to the presence of Mjolnir, it all added up. But the biggest reason? The memories of Thor slowly resurfacing in my mind… and the glowing system screen floating right in front of me.
[Thor Template Activated.] [The Host shall have the power of Thor and beyond as he progresses through the system and earns points to upgrade one of three aspects of Thor by completing missions.]
[Host Attributes:]
Godly Body - Level 1
Mjolnir - Level 1
Lightning - Level 1
[Base MCU Thor is 10 across all attributes.]
I could only gawk at the holographic screen. Now, I won't pretend I have no idea what's going on. I've read way too many fanfiction stories to not recognize a system when I see one. But to die, get reborn, and get a system of my own?
What should I say? I'm honored? Sigh…
At the very least, this confirms one thing—there's no way home for me. That thought took a while to settle in.
And in that moment of uncertainty and frustration, I started noticing the changes in my mind—not just my body, but my thoughts as well.
"What will happen to Mother and Father?"
That was the first thought that popped into my head. And it should have been normal—if my parents hadn't died when I was ten. My uncle raised me. No, I wasn't thinking about them. I was thinking about Odin and Frigga.
That was… unsettling. My memories were still my own, but Thor's memories were dominant in my mind, trying to merge with mine.
I needed to do something to break out of it.
So, I did something I never thought I would do—I picked up Mjolnir and started hammering away at a poor tree. Believe me, this is not how I usually handle stress. But right now, my first instinct was to smash something with Mjolnir. And I was good at it.
Though my strength was only at level one—similar to when Thor lost his divine powers—sheer effort alone led to six trees falling before me.
I felt like a beast. Never in my life have I felt this strong, and this was me without any of Thor's actual powers yet.
Sigh… It took me some time to come to terms with everything. But once I did, I returned my attention to the system. If I needed to complete missions to unlock more of Thor's power, I should check what my first task was.
[First Mission: Find out where you are.]
Ah, great. I was hoping the system would just tell me.
If only Mjolnir had its full power so I could fly up and get a bird's-eye view. But it looks like I'll have to upgrade it first.
Base MCU Thor is level 10 across all three attributes according to the system. That means I'll need to complete 27 missions to reach his level. It's a long way to go…
As I mused over what I should do next, my senses suddenly picked up something. Even though I was just a human right now, Thor's instincts were still sharp.
My body tensed on its own, slipping into a battle stance that I recognized from Thor's memories. If muscle memory was a thing, this had to be it. Good thing gods worked the same way in that regard, or I'd be in serious trouble. I just hoped that, if it came down to it, this body knew how to fight.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, accompanied by haggard breathing.
Tightening my grip on Mjolnir, I stayed vigilant until I finally spotted a person running toward me from deep within the woods.
No, not a man—a boy. A teenager, about my age… well, my original age, anyway.
He was dressed in black, his face pale and panicked as he ran straight toward me. But the moment he saw me, he skidded to a stop.
'Hope he understands English, or this is going to be a long one.'
"Hello, I am Thor Odinson. Might I ask who you are? And while we're at it, where exactly are we?" I asked, not even realizing I had referred to myself as Thor until after the words left my mouth.
Something was definitely strange. My mind was my own, yet Thor's memories were overwhelming, seeping into my identity. Then again, with over 1,500 years' worth of memories crammed into my head, maybe that was inevitable.
The boy hesitated, clearly assessing me. He was unharmed, while I stood here holding a weapon. Naturally, he was wary.
Yes, Mjolnir did look strange from a historical standpoint. A weapon like this was impractical, with so much weight on one side and barely any leverage from the handle. No normal person could wield it effectively.
It seemed like he was about to say something—until his eyes shifted from the hammer in my hand to something behind me.
His already pale face turned ghostly white. His eyes widened in terror.
A cold sensation crept over me, and before I could even process what was happening, Thor's instincts flared once more, forcing me to turn around.
And when I did, my own eyes widened in shock.
"Shit…"
