Faith System

Think about it. Haven't you ever had thoughts like that? When you were down on your luck, you wanted others to suffer with you, and absolutely did not want to see them prosper.

When you suddenly went bankrupt overnight and lost everything, if someone patted you on the shoulder and told you they had won the lottery jackpot, would you curse them in your heart to get hit by a car on the way to claim it?

When all ten of your pulls were Samsung, and the person beside you pulled five SSRs at once and deliberately showed them to you, wouldn't you want to stab them to death?

Everyone knew such thoughts were wrong, immoral, and inappropriate. Everyone tried their hardest to hide them, but sometimes they simply could not help thinking that way.

Ordinary people would only think about it, but Hela would put it into action—and she had the strength to ensure her actions succeeded. She had spent an interminable amount of time alone in this pitch-black prison. Now that new cellmates had finally arrived, there were enough people for a game of Landlord, yet before the cards had even been shuffled, they were already preparing to break out without taking her along. That would not do. She absolutely refused to allow it.

As for Evenson's promise that he could serve her better after getting out, Hela did not believe a word of it. She thought it was merely an excuse he had concocted to make her let him leave.

Evenson naturally knew he could not convince Hela with a single sentence. Since it would still be some time before his magic recovered, he began explaining. "The opening Sargeras's Staff carved into the spatial barrier will not disappear so easily."

"After I leave, that opening will remain.