"Hela."
Glancing at the man before her, who paid no mind to the corpses at his feet, Hela reached out and lightly touched Ego's open palm with her fingertip.
Her movement was like a dragonfly skimming water, just a touch.
"Oh, the power of Death Divinity." A flicker of surprise flashed in Ego's eyes as the power emanating from Hela's fingertip surged into him with that single touch.
It vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Now I know how those trash died." Ego casually nudged the lifeless bodies beneath the table with his toe, a brilliant smile blooming on his face.
Death Divinity, one of the most terrifying divine powers in this universe.
This woman before him, so young, had already awakened Death Divinity to such an extent. Given time, it wasn't impossible for her to catch up to those few.
Provided her lifespan could support her living that long.
"You're alright?"
Seeing that Ego was unharmed, Hela, who had been drinking, put down her wine glass. Her brows furrowed, and her confused gaze made Ego chuckle.
"Your Death Divinity can kill these ordinary people in an instant because their strength is far inferior to yours."
"But I'm different."
"I am a God."
The playful curve of his lips widened, and the mockery in his eyes intensified.
Ego's solemn demeanor caused Hela to push aside her wine glass and lean back comfortably in her chair. She crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow in surprise, "Really? I am too, actually."
"I am the Goddess of Death of Asgard. What kind of god are you?" Her pride and self-assurance were evident as she spoke of her identity.
"God of Wine?" Hela glanced at the wine glass in Ego's hand, then at the heart-shaped stone that had appeared in Ego's hand at some point.
"Or God of Stones?"
"Interesting." Ego smiled, raising his glass and downing the wine. He then tossed the heart-shaped stone into the large wine glass.
Bang!
Smoke swirled!
A seductive, wine-red rose instantly filled the entire glass.
"Actually, I am the God of Creation."
Ego slowly pushed the wine glass, filled with roses, towards Hela.
"Do you like a God of Creation who indulges in fantasy?"
Hela reached into the wine glass and plucked a rose, its fragrance filling the air.
"Not bad. It should be a good choice for deceiving those little girls in Asgard."
As if a connoisseur appraising the quality of a flower, the wine-red petals fell from Hela's hand, one by one, until only a bare stem remained, held in her grasp.
"Perhaps you should learn how to please women?"
"This method is outdated."
Hela stood up, swaying her hips as she walked away under Ego's gaze, until she completely disappeared from his sight.
"How about learning how to please women?"
Ego withdrew his gaze and picked up a pair of black sunglasses left on the table by Hela, putting them on.
"These little trinkets from Knowhere are quite good."
"Waiter, the check." Ego, wearing sunglasses, raised his hand.
"Sir, that lady just paid for you." The waiter's respectful voice carried a hint of imperceptible envy.
"Oh?"
Ego raised an eyebrow, feeling as though he had met his match.
But this way, it seems more interesting.
Wearing his sunglasses and whistling, Ego stepped over the corpses at his feet and left the bar.
A woman who had awakened Death Divinity to such an extent at such a young age was something Ego had never encountered since his birth.
Asgard, is that the Asgardian race?
Have those primitive people evolved this quickly?
Ego, who scoured the universe for breeding partners to find a direction for his evolution, had indeed visited the Nine Realms before.
However, his impression of the Nine Realms back then was quite poor. The only one who had piqued his interest was a giant named Ymir.
He had decent strength, but unfortunately, he died too early.
A race that evolved so rapidly, coupled with Hela's talent for awakening Death Divinity to such a degree at such a young age, caused Ego to lick his slightly dry lips. The anger and disappointment of being dumped by Jennifer vanished completely.
After all, in his long life, this wasn't the first time he had been dumped.
But he hadn't encountered many women as high-quality as Hela.
The Goddess of Death from Asgard...
Shortly after Ego left, Jennifer, dressed in a red dress with her golden hair flying, pushed open the door of the tavern with her newly made allies.
"This is one of only three places on Knowhere that doesn't enforce Knowhere's laws."
"Usually, when I'm bored, I come here to drink and listen to people talk about strange and unusual things in the universe."
Perhaps it was still early, as the tavern wasn't as bustling as it would be on a drunken night. Finding a table at the edge, Jennifer ordered her usual. Her fingers brushed over her chin-length golden bob as she looked up and asked the man sitting opposite her, "What do you want to drink, Beckett?"
"A boring hobby."
Beckett, seated, sat with his back perfectly straight, arms crossed over his chest, a look of impatience on his face.
"This place has a decent signature drink." Shrugging, Jennifer ordered for the impatient Beckett before leaning back comfortably in her chair.
Ten minutes later, Jennifer stared, dumbfounded, as Beckett, still looking impatient, cleared the table of food with a casual air and lightning speed.
She, on the other hand, had only managed to grab one fried beast meat roll.
"Waiter, another order, the same." Jennifer, who had eaten almost nothing, glanced at Beckett, who had finished and was now drinking, and had no choice but to raise her hand and signal the establishment to bring another order.
Another ten minutes passed, and Jennifer, still holding only one fried beast meat roll, watched Beckett in front of her devour the rest.
"What are you looking at?"
Beckett frowned as he wiped his lips.
Even after two orders, the portions were so small, they weren't even enough to satisfy his hunger.
The small canteen at Gates' base was much better; not only were the portions large and filling, but they were also nutritious and well-balanced.
"?????"
"May I be so bold as to ask if you're full now?" Jennifer was utterly confused.
"No," Beckett said, drinking his beverage through a straw with a cold expression.
"Bring ten more orders," Jennifer said, holding her forehead in exasperation.
Ninety minutes later, the tavern owner escorted Jennifer to the cashier.
"Ms. Jennifer, your friend has eaten all the food in our tavern," the owner said, his chubby cheeks filled with a professional smile.
"Could you please tell me if you're really not messing with me?"
After making repeated promises and paying a sky-high deposit, Jennifer finally returned to Beckett.
He was pointing at his own brilliant blue light screen. Seeing Jennifer return, he waved his hand and dismissed the screen in front of him.
"Are you full?"
"Half full."
Jennifer pulled out her chair but lost her balance, her head nearly hitting the corner of the table.
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