"There's another very important thing you haven't realized," Hela pointed out. "Asgardian genetic inheritance is quite stable, and it has no upper limit. It can keep increasing indefinitely."
"Basically, every God King was stronger than the previous one, with a higher potential ceiling as well. That's the result of positive genetic inheritance. There were occasional exceptions, but that didn't change the overall pattern."
Loki frowned. She felt that certain crucial points were vaguely circling in her mind, yet she couldn't grasp them right away.
Then, all at once, inspiration struck. She thought of certain concepts she had encountered while working in the human financial world.
"Credit... Our credit limit keeps rising! And a mind full of destructive urges makes us take on more debt, until one day we can't pay it back."
Cold sweat crawled across Loki's back. When the frigid wind blew, chills ran from her hair to the soles of her feet. She pressed her lips together and said, "This is all too much of a coincidence. Is it really just a natural phenomenon of the World Tree's cycle?"
"So now you should understand why Frigga placed such high hopes on you. That was the same reason I wanted to choose you in the first place."
Loki froze, her mouth slowly falling open. Hela turned away and said, "If Asgard doesn't pass down some intelligence genes soon, it really will perish with nothing but muscles in its head."
"You mean..."
Loki was too shocked to speak. She had never imagined that the truth was actually the complete opposite of what she had envisioned—or rather, the same, but even more extreme.
She had thought that those reckless Asgardians had never appreciated her when she was male, and that Frigga had not cared much about his marriage back then. Yet