Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Chapter 83 Other god candidate! Wukong

Thor snarled, slamming his phone into his pocket as the fading rays of the evening sun bathed the street in a fiery glow. His anger simmered, boiling over after another heated exchange with Loki. **Family? What a joke.** Loki had sided with his friends again, leaving Thor seething with frustration.

His thoughts were a whirlwind of anger as his feet carried him down the bustling street. Muttering under his breath, he veered into a narrow alley, seeking solitude to cool his head. The shadows stretched longer in the fading light, the walls narrowing around him like a vice.

He reached an intersection and instinctively turned left, only to find himself facing a dead-end—a brick wall blocking his path.

"Of course," he muttered, his mood worsening. But as he turned to leave, a figure stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking his escape. Thor froze, his body tense.

"You led yourself into a dead-end?" the man said, his voice calm but curious, as though trying to understand why Thor had trapped himself.

Thor's smirk returned. **Perfect. Just what I needed. A fool to take it out on.**

"So, you followed me, knowing I'm an S-rank hunter? What kind of idiot does that?" Thor grinned, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists, ready to pummel the man who dared to challenge him.

The stranger's eyes narrowed, studying Thor with a detached coldness. "Thor," he began, his voice unnervingly steady. "Twenty-eight years old. S-rank hunter. Lightning abilities. Resentment toward your brother, Loki.

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Thor's smirk vanished. His body stiffened as he realized the man knew far too much. This wasn't some random encounter—this man had been watching him, studying him. "Who the hell are you?" Thor demanded, his voice hardening. "Are you some kind of stalker or something worse?"

The man didn't blink. "I'm Sekhmet," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. "A god—or rather, a candidate for godhood. And my mission is to eliminate the other candidates in this realm."

Thor stared at him, his disbelief quickly turning into anger. "A god? You're insane," he growled. His mana flared to life, crackling with electric energy as the alleyway flickered with the light of his power. "If you think you can take me on, you're dumber than you look."

Sekhmet raised his hand, unfazed by the power surging around Thor. In a single snap of his fingers, the air shifted. Thor's mana flickered out like a candle in the wind.

"What—?" Thor stumbled, his eyes widening as he tried to summon his power again. Nothing. His mana had vanished. His muscles tensed as panic crept in. He stared at his trembling hands, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" he roared, his voice filled with both confusion and rage. For the first time in years, Thor felt truly powerless.

Sekhmet's expression remained indifferent. "I've activated a skill: **Leech of Souls**. It renders your mana useless."

Thor's heart pounded as he stumbled backward, his mind racing. How had this man stripped him of his power so easily? He tried to think, tried to find some way out of this, but his body wouldn't obey.

Sekhmet took a step forward, his left hand outstretched, dark energy pulsating from his palm. "I'll give you one chance," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Tell me where the other god candidate is—where **Axel** is—and I might spare you."

Thor's eyes flickered with defiance as he clenched his teeth. Even without his powers, he was still a trained fighter, and he wasn't about to let some psycho talk down to him. "Like hell I would!" he spat, lunging forward with all the strength he could muster.

His fist shot toward Sekhmet's face, but just as it neared him, a searing force knocked it back. Thor screamed in pain, pulling his hand away as the skin on his knuckles sizzled and burned. An invisible barrier had formed around Sekhmet, scorching anything that touched it.

"Damn it!" Thor hissed, clutching his injured hand. "What the hell are you? How many abilities do you have?"

Sekhmet chuckled softly, a cold, condescending sound. "You've lived your life never knowing defeat. Without your powers, you're nothing but a weakling." His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he lunged forward, his foot striking the ground with terrifying force. In the blink of an eye, his fist crashed into Thor's face with the weight of a sledgehammer.

Thor's body flew through the air, crashing into the alley floor with a sickening thud. He gasped for breath, pain shooting through every fiber of his being. His vision blurred as he coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. His ribs ached, and his limbs felt like dead weight.

Sekhmet stood over him, watching with cold detachment. "Are you ready to talk now, ant?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt.

Thor groaned, struggling to push himself to his knees. Every movement sent waves of agony through his battered body, but he forced himself up. His vision swam, but through the pain, a bitter grin spread across his face.

"I lost. I'll give you that," Thor wheezed, blood trickling from his lips. "But you won't get anything from me." He chuckled weakly, his voice filled with a strange, manic glee.

Sekhmet frowned, puzzled by the sudden change in Thor's demeanor. "Why are you laughing? You've been beaten, broken, and yet you find amusement in this?"

Thor coughed, wincing at the pain but still smiling. "You think Axel will fall to you?" He shook his head, his grin widening. "That bastard is stronger than me. I've seen him fight. I've seen what he's capable of. He'll tear you apart before you even lay a finger on him."

Sekhmet's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Axel?" he repeated, the name sparking a flare of anger in his chest. "So, that's the other candidate…"

Before Thor could respond, Sekhmet raised his hand, and a torrent of white-hot flames erupted from his palm, engulfing Thor in an instant. His skin melted away, then his muscles, then his bones—all reduced to ash within moments. The air filled with the sickening stench of burning flesh, and then nothing.

{You have leveled up.}

{You have abused your ability… You are now vulnerable.}

Sekhmet's body trembled as he lowered his hand, the strain of the battle finally catching up with him. His system had warned him, and now he could feel it—the overuse of his powers had weakened him. For now.

"If the fight had lasted any longer, he might have killed me," Sekhmet muttered, his breath heavy. He looked up at the darkening sky, his mind already racing ahead to his next challenge. "So… Axel." His eyes narrowed, filled with a dangerous resolve. "I'll be seeing you soon."