Back to Earth

If all of Midgard were granted to him as his fief, wouldn't that make him the legendary planetary governor? That was no small reward!

But Evenson was not particularly interested. First, if he had such ambitions, he would not need to wait for Hela to reward him; he would have opened a portal and led the Burning Legion in a massive assault long ago. Second, he remembered one saying well: power was not bestowed by others, but seized for oneself. Otherwise, even if he truly became planetary governor, it would only be in name. In reality, he would still be nothing more than a servant.

Third, he knew that regardless of whether Earth acknowledged it, Asgard's official records listed the King of Midgard as the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One, who had once fought Odin and won Earth's right to independence. Given the current situation, Ancient One would most likely pass that status down to her true successor, Kreia.

Putting it that way, Klayya was practically the Crown Princess now, while he was the prince consort. In the future, he would be a prince. What was wrong with happily living as an in-law who ate, drank, and enjoyed himself?

Besides, Earth was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers now. He did not believe Hela had the ability to dominate the Nine Realms and fulfill her promise.

"Are you leaving already?" Evenson had recovered most of his mana and was preparing to use Sargeras's Staff to poke a small hole through this space and leave. But just as he calculated when to take out the staff and how large a hole would be appropriate, Hela suddenly said that. There was considerable reluctance in her voice.

"Time waits for no one. The sooner I get out, the sooner I can achieve great