Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

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**Chapter 97: I Came... Just Call Me Th—**

Now, this is crazy…

How did it end up being this? I don't know. But I guess I'll be checking this off my bucket list, then.

Axel's hand tightened around Trisha's waist, her frantic struggles almost futile in his iron grip. She thrashed, trying to free herself, but Axel's lips were already on hers, sealing her resistance in that moment of forced intimacy.

The kiss was sudden, sharp, and wholly unwanted.

'I've become a forceful man,' Axel thought, the realization sending a wave of unease through him. But this wasn't his doing.

He was here to break the control—not to make a move like this.

**Earlier…**

Loki's second mirage vanished into thin air, and before he could react, Trisha closed the distance between them, grabbing him by the collar. Her strength was terrifying—like she was tearing him apart with every touch. She slammed him into the ground again, a harsh, unforgiving *thud* that rattled his bones.

"Tsk!" Loki hissed in pain, spitting blood as he tried to conjure another mirage. But it was useless—she saw through every trick, her eyes like lasers tracking his every move.

Trisha wasn't just a skilled hunter; she was an unstoppable force. And without his illusions, Loki knew he didn't stand a chance against her. The plan had been simple—Hera and Roman were supposed to place a recalibrated speaker beneath the field. It would disrupt Hendricks' mind control ability, giving them the upper hand.

But as Loki listened to the frantic chatter over the comms, it was clear they were far from ready. A slight miscalculation.

A mistake that could cost him his life.

"Shit!" Loki cursed under his breath, his body trembling as the weight of Trisha's gravity manipulation crushed down on him. The air grew heavy, thick, and suffocating, like the weight of a thousand tons pressing on his chest. He groaned in agony, his gut twisting under the intense pressure.

She was trying to kill him. Slowly. Methodically.

"Where the hell are you, big oaf?!" Loki screamed, his voice breaking from the sheer force of the gravity squeezing his ribs. This call wasn't for Hera's team—it was for someone else.

And almost on cue, the sky above crackled with a violent roar. A streak of lightning pierced through the roof of the stadium, slamming into the ground like a divine hammer.

Trisha leapt back just in time, narrowly avoiding the deadly bolt. Dust and debris exploded from the impact, forming a smoldering crater at Loki's feet.

"Damn it, did you have to make such an entrance?" Loki groaned, struggling to sit up as the gravity pressure lifted. His body felt like a crumpled piece of paper, but he still forced himself to take in the sight of his savior.

There, in the center of the storm, stood a figure clad in a hooded sweater and track pants, his grip firm around the handle of a massive, intricately carved hammer that buzzed with raw energy.

The figure's intense eyes locked onto Loki. "Just call me Thor," he said coolly. "And I'm not a big oaf."

Thor's gaze shifted to Trisha, who staggered forward like a puppet on strings, her movements jerky, almost zombie-like. Every step she took made the air around them tremble with her gravity manipulation.

Thor could feel it pushing against his skin, but he wasn't fazed. He was an S-rank, invincible in the face of death itself.

"What's the story here?" Thor asked, his voice low, betraying none of the chaos around them. Loki almost laughed—it was odd seeing Thor so composed, almost... restrained.

"Well, oaf," Loki began, catching his breath. "Hendricks is an alien parasite. He's controlling Trisha to protect him. We need to take him down, but she's the real problem."

Thor's eyes flickered to Hendricks, who was slumped in the shadows behind Trisha. Pale, exhausted—his power clearly draining fast. He wasn't a threat. Not anymore. But Trisha… she was still under his influence, and her powers only grew deadlier the closer they got.

Even Thor couldn't afford to fight her head-on.

"Got it," Thor said simply, raising his hammer high. "Mjölnir, go!"

With a thunderous yell, Thor hurled the hammer toward Trisha, its path accelerating with terrifying speed. It was a blow meant to shatter bones.

But in a flash, Trisha sidestepped and caught the hammer mid-air, her grip tightening on the handle as if it weighed nothing at all.

Loki's jaw dropped. "What the hell? Why didn't you reset that stupid weapon? She's worthy!"

Thor didn't flinch, though his voice was edged with frustration. "Mjölnir, come back."

Nothing happened. The hammer remained in Trisha's grasp, motionless.

"Are you kidding me?" Loki groaned, forcing himself to stand despite the aching in his body. "You really expect me to go after Hendricks with her still standing? She'll crush me!"

Thor glanced at him, his eyes hard. "If she catches you off guard, I don't want to lose another family member."

The words hit Loki like a punch to the gut. They stung more than the gravity crushing him moments ago.

Before Loki could respond, Trisha readied her next attack, the ground beneath her feet trembling as she summoned another wave of crushing force. But something was wrong—her movements were slower now, sluggish. She was fighting it. The mind control.

This was their chance. They needed a trigger. Something to snap her out of it.

Just then, a voice crackled in Loki's ear. {Loki, the machine won't work. We've been sabotaged.}

Loki grit his teeth, responding swiftly, "I've got one last trick up my sleeve. Don't worry—it'll work."

As Trisha pulled her arm back to hurl the hammer at them, something shifted in the air. Axel appeared out of nowhere, standing between her and the attack, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. His lips crashed against hers in a forceful kiss, and the world seemed to freeze.

'What... What is this? How did I end up here? I was in the corner of the room, and now I'm kissing Trisha?'

His mind raced, cheeks flushing red as he caught sight of Thor and Loki out of the corner of his eye—both of them barely containing their laughter.

Loki's trickery, no doubt.

But it worked.

Trisha froze, her grip on the hammer loosening. It fell to the ground with a loud *thud*. Her hands slowly moved to Axel's chest, her fingers trembling. Was it an attempt to push him away? Or was it... acceptance?

***Author's note***

More chapters to come