When everything settled down, Odin stood on the black scorched Earth.
A cracking sound broke the momentary silence, and Odin looked down to see the armor on his chest continuously shattering, revealing a charred wound on his chest.
Blood dripped from the wound, one drop after another, onto the hot, scorching ground beneath his feet.
Odin reached out and gently touched the wound, his expression unreadable.
"How long has it been since I was injured? What kind of weapon is this?"
"...A nuclear bomb. I spent all my contribution points to exchange for one."
Not far away, a charred corpse lay on the scorching Earth, its body covered in carbonized marks, as if it had endured an extremely brutal burning.
Even after suffering such severe damage, Hela's body was still stubbornly repairing itself, slowly healing the hideous wounds, demonstrating a vitality beyond ordinary imagination.
Hela's eyes recovered first, and she calmly looked at the sky.
Fighting, getting injured, fighting, getting injured...
Day after day, year after year, thousands of years passed quietly amidst endless war, smoke, and the torment of injuries.
However, whenever her thoughts drifted back to the time she spent on Earth, an indescribable sense of ease would well up deep within Hela's heart.
She wondered how those four little ones were doing.
The Demon King would probably come looking for them once he discovered their disappearance.
"Odin, why did you suddenly change your mind back then?" Hela asked.
During her years on Earth, she had read many books, mostly history.
In Earth's history, there were many monarchs like Odin who were often stubborn and never easily changed their minds. Even if they did change, it was after achieving their goals, not like Odin, who gave up halfway. The reason for this perplexed her greatly.
Odin remained silent.
"Because he was beaten up when he was conquering the Universe, and then he built the Destroyer armor to fight back, but he was beaten up again. That's why he gave up on conquering the Universe, because he knew that would only lead Asgard to ruin."
Another voice rang out.
Richard slowly descended from the sky, landing on the desolate ruins.
"Demon King." Odin quietly looked at him.
"Hahahaha, Odin, he's not really telling the truth, is he! You got scared after being beaten twice, and then you sealed me away with some inexplicable excuse."
Hela couldn't help but burst into laughter, her voice filled with mockery and ridicule. The resentment of being sealed for so many years found an outlet in that moment.
"Hela, you don't understand their power." Odin sighed.
He had indirectly admitted the truth.
"Nonsense, if you don't say anything, how am I supposed to understand!"
Hela's body had almost fully recovered.
She also guessed why he didn't say anything.
For his pathetic dignity.
"Also, for your unauthorized action this time, releasing a prisoner and abducting my goddaughter, as punishment, your sentence will be increased to ten thousand years," Richard said indifferently.
"WTF! Are you crazy? I don't even have ten thousand years left to live, and what does your goddaughter have to do with me? She ran off on her own."
Hela, who was still trying to mock Odin, was so angry that she swore.
"Don't worry, dying won't affect your ability to work for me," Richard replied, looking at Odin.
"Now it's your turn. Why did you lure me here?"
Hela, who was about to explode, quieted down.
Lure the Demon King here? Wasn't it a coincidence?
"I don't understand what you're saying," Odin slowly began.
"If it was just your family's idiot appearing before me, I might think it was an accident, but you shouldn't have let Damian lift Mjolnir."
Richard found it a bit amusing.
If Damian had been raised by Bruce, it wasn't impossible for him to lift Mjolnir.
But he was raised as an assassin by Ra's al Ghul and Talia, and he had also spent time by his side as the Demon King. Given his experience and temperament, it was impossible for him to possess the qualities to lift Mjolnir.
Furthermore, he was still young, and his awareness was far from sufficient. The only possibility was that Odin had tampered with it behind the scenes.
"I wanted to meet you."
"Why didn't you come down yourself and use such a boring little trick?"
"..." Odin twitched his mouth.
He couldn't very well say he had been warned.
"Demon King, let's make another deal. Give me the power to kill Odin. This time, the price is my everything.
Whether you want my soul or my body, even after killing Odin, I will be the first in line to the throne. I'll give you Asgard!"
Hela suddenly rushed forward, staring fixedly at Richard, her eyes burning with hatred. Thousands of years of resentment had long been rooted in her heart and would not dissipate so easily.
Odin sighed.
"Haven't you noticed? Odin will die in five years at most," Richard said calmly, looking at Hela.
Hela was stunned and looked at the wound on Odin's chest.
Asgardians have extremely strong regenerative abilities; it should have recovered by now.
However, Odin's injury had only stopped bleeding, and the healing speed had slowed down.
But...
"That's perfect! I'll send you off on your last journey!" Hela said, holding the Sword of Night Sky and stabbing towards Odin.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Hela was directly sent flying by a strike from Odin's spear, soaring backward like a kite with a broken string.
Richard caught Hela with one hand.
"Didn't you say he was dying?"
"I said he was dying, not that he had become weak."
"Five years. You made me sign a contract before, did you know all along?"
"...I don't understand what you're saying."
Hela gritted her teeth in anger. This cunning Demon King.
Richard let go, allowing Hela to fall to the ground.
"Speak! What do you want from me?"
"I want you to become the King of Asgard," Odin slowly said, his tone firm and sincere.
"...You must be mistaken! I'm not an Asgardian." Richard looked a bit strange.
He was the Demon King of Hell.
The new King of Mutants.
And soon to be the uncrowned king of the United States.
Now someone wanted him to be the God King of Asgard.
Was he born with a king's body?
"Odin, you're senile. Only the royal family of Asgard can inherit the throne of Asgard," Hela said sarcastically.
"So you marry him, have a child, and the next God King will be of Asgardian royal blood," Odin said.
"I'll kill you! What do you take me for, a breeding tool?!"
Hela's divine power erupted, and countless stone pillars rose from behind her, ready to unleash another bombardment.
Bang!
This time, it was Richard who acted, punching Hela on the head.
"Quiet down."
He then said to Odin,
"I refuse."
"Why? Is my daughter that bad?"
Odin was a bit puzzled. In his opinion, becoming the God King was something countless people dreamed of, and the only possible reason for refusal was probably that Richard disliked Hela.
He couldn't help but scrutinize Hela with a suspicious gaze. In his eyes, Hela was outstanding in both appearance and strength; there was no reason for her to be rejected.
"Damn it! What do you mean by that?" Hela was infuriated by his gaze.
"There's no more room at home. If you have nothing else, I'll be leaving," Richard casually made up an excuse, intending to leave.
He was already tired enough.
What was the use of power if it couldn't bring happiness and peace to himself and those around him?
Moreover, Asgard was a mess.
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