"Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you something…" Lin Li held the hammer, and smiled as if he was up to no good. "Other than being an incompetent warrior, I am also a blacksmith. You know what is a blacksmith, right? So, I advise you to be more honest. If you were to piss me off, I will throw you into the furnace and see if the legendary Mjölnir can be melted."
After Lin Li finished his sentence, the hammer in his hand stopped struggling. After a while, Lin Li then heard a hoarse voice. "You… What do you want to know?"
"Your origins." Lin Li grinned after speaking, and kindly reminded, "Take note—your true origins, not some damned Mjölnir's. I really don't know what you are thinking… Do you not know how to look in the mirror before pretending to be Mjölnir? Look at yourself, you are so dirty. It's worse than those prostitutes that have worked for tens of years. You still dare to call yourself a relic of the Dark Iron Dwarves? Do you have no shame?
"…"
