, without divine power and money, he could only go to work hungry, sleep on a bench every day, and rely on his righteousness to stay warm. If he were not an Asgardian, he would definitely starve to death.

Fortunately, after receiving his first salary, Thor could finally find a house to live in.

He also found that Hell's Kitchen was not a good place, and it was difficult for outsiders to integrate here, so he walked a little further and rented a low-rent apartment on the edge of Hell's Kitchen.

An old apartment serves as a residence.

On the first day he moved in, Thor discovered that a new neighbor had moved in next door.

At first he didn't care, but on the first night, the new neighbor made a lot of noise. He was hammering the wall and smashing the floor, which kept Thor from sleeping well the whole night.

As a result, it was still the same the next day, with no improvement. On the morning of the third day, Thor had to visit his new neighbor and ask him what was wrong.

"Hello, I'm your neighbor Thor, are you tonight..."

The man who opened the door for him looked very haggard. Just as Thor was about to continue speaking, he saw him twitching, then suddenly covering his mouth, and ran to the pool to vomit.

"Uh... are you okay?" Thor poked his head in and looked at him and asked.

The man staggered back, held on to the doorframe and said:
Chapter completed!