Problem Children Gather in One Place / I'm Not a Duck

Such immense trust and maternal love became an unbearable weight in Loki's heart. Therefore, when his brother Thor questioned him, the usually sophistical Loki's first reaction was actually shame.

Just as Loki was bracing himself for Thor's furious beating, Thor's Hammer, which had been pressing against his chest and nearly broken his ribs, was casually lifted up.

"It seems you've learned your lesson. Hopefully, this is the last time, my friend..."

Thor, carrying Thor's Hammer, hummed softly and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to step out of the palace gate, the seemingly rugged Thor seemed to remember something, stopped, tapped his head, and turned back.

"The prisoners in the underground jail were all executed during the riot, especially your fellow inmates who were imprisoned near you..."

"And you've seen that cursed war's head too..."

"So, nothing happened in the prison. You just took advantage of the chaos to escape Asgard prince, solely dedicated to protecting your Mother Queen..."

"Don't let her down, bro..."

After casually uttering his thoughts, Thor turned his back on Loki, whose expression was complex in the darkness, and gracefully turned away.

Since he knew, why didn't he expose me in my father's bedchamber?

Loki leaned against the stone pillar, muttering to himself, his mind in turmoil. He looked down at the Amber liquid swirling in his glass, lost in thought, like a frozen sculpture, seemingly pondering something.

A moment later, Thor, having finished educating his younger brother, was lying in Dr. Jane's arms, enjoying a brief moment of tenderness.

After being deprived of the ether particles, Dr. Jane, whose body was gradually recovering, was somewhat uneasy and couldn't help but ask a question in a soft voice.

"Thor, the one who came to Asgard with me, he must be a good person, right?"

Because of her two previous acts of help, she had a good impression of Kevin, but these were all subjective judgments and were inevitably somewhat biased.

From her boyfriend Thor's perspective, Dr. Jane did not want Kevin, this mysterious foreign affairs agent, to become the enemy of Asa.

Thor frowned, gently holding his girlfriend's hand, and spoke casually about Kevin, the mysterious reinforcement.

"You mean that guy with bird wings? I remember him, Kevin Kaslana, one of the three founding members of the Avengers..."

"I've heard things about him from the captain and Tony. He's not exactly a good person, but he's not completely evil either..."

"Furthermore, he's a very forward-thinking guy; his strategic vision is quite astonishing..."

"Although he rarely appears at official Avengers meetings, I'm sick of hearing his name, so we're kind of like acquaintances who've never met..."

Thor said a few words, and seeing that his girlfriend was still a little worried, he realized the reason and gently patted Dr. Jane's shoulder to comfort her.

"Are you worried about this guy's stance? Offending Asa won't do him any good; judging from his behavior, he should be on our side."

"Besides, since even Mother Queen trusts him, I have even less to worry about."

Dr. Jane finally felt relieved. At this moment, she looked at her boyfriend Thor with some surprise, as if she were seeing him for the first time. She smiled gently.

"You looked more like a scholar than a soldier just now..."

Thor stared at his girlfriend's astonished look, as if she'd seen a sow climb a tree, his lips twitching slightly, and solemnly defended himself, hammer in hand.

"I just don't like to use my brain, not that I'm brainless!"

"Hey, what's with that look? Don't look at me like that. I was a top student in Asgard, I even got a perfect score in the obscure Groot language..."

However, the more seriously Thor tries to prove he's a top student, the more awkward, humorous, and ridiculous the image of a scholar projects into Dr. Jane's mind becomes.

Dr. Jane, imagining the situation, burst into laughter at the contrast, a touch of joy in the palace slightly dispelling the shadow of war.

Chapter 867, Section 907: Problem Children Gather Together

Meanwhile, at the Rainbow Bridge outpost, Kevin, rubbing his itchy nose, followed the Queen Frigga into the core control room of the Great Wormhole Bridge.

Under Frigga's orders, the two Asgardian warriors led their troops to retreat to the Tianwen. Inside the vast interior, only the Heimdall and Kevin remained with them.

The goddess, holding the Gungnir, gently slammed it to the ground, instantly transforming spatial coordinates into runes that appeared before Heimdall's eyes.

The Guardian God first bowed to Frigga as a sign of respect, then inserted his longsword into the mechanism that operated the Rainbow Bridge, channeling divine power to slowly rotate it.

A beam of seven-colored light shot out from Asa, piercing through the vast universe and projecting onto the dark, sealed land.

The Goddess of Death, bound by ribbon-like chains of light, seemed to sense the arrival of the Rainbow Bridge. She slightly opened her eyes, and her dark divine power caused the broken rune locks to flicker, causing the surrounding space to tremble continuously.

Frigga and Kevin exchanged a glance, nodded in unison, then rose and stepped forward, their fingers trembling slightly as they intertwined and danced in front of their chests, and began to chant.

As the runes formed a shimmering pattern that entered the Gungnir, activating this divine weapon, Frigga lowered her head and kissed one end of the spear, whispering softly to it.

Then, the golden javelin's blade probed into the vortex formed by the rainbow bridge, slightly lifting it, and the runic light band that imprisoned Hela shattered and dissipated as if it had been sliced open by scissors from a distance.

In an instant, Hela rose straight into the air, and the gloomy aura of death instantly filled the sealed land. Amidst the black and green mist, she leaped towards the beam of light formed by the rainbow bridge.

At the same time, the gears inside the Rainbow Bridge fortress, engraved with intricate incantations, spun rapidly, releasing a torrent of energy.

The Goddess of Death, with her long, flowing hair, her black and green cloak billowing in the wind, and her gloomy and aloof aura, stepped out gracefully, her emerald green eyes surveying her surroundings.

Hela, with one hand on her hip, strode like a catwalk model to Frigga, flicked her nails lightly, smiled with narrowed eyes, and casually inquired.

"Mother Queen, how dare you overstep your authority and wake me? Is that Old Man Odin dead yet?"

"How dare you be so disrespectful to His Majesty!"

Before Frigga could respond, Heimdall valued order and bloodline above all else, drew his longsword and coldly snorted in anger.

Hela turned her back to Heimdall, looking around at the familiar scenes of Asgard, her eyes filled with nostalgia, and...

Cold and ruthless!

"What? In the years I was away, even a bunch of newborn kids dare to talk to Asahi's former coach like that?"

The Goddess of Death's soft hum was as cold as ice. As Heimdall approached, the black and green weapons around her surged and rippled, sending the approaching Guardian God flying.

At this moment, the entire Rainbow Bridge outpost was like a toy in the hands of a giant, being squeezed and creaking.

At the same time, just being affected by the spreading light patterns, Kevin felt his heart clench, and the illusion that he couldn't control his life or death instantly took over his consciousness.

As expected, a quasi- God King-tier!

Kevin's inner energy surged, forcefully dispersing the energy field Hela had casually created around him, causing his brow to furrow slightly.

Since their strengths were similar, the man couldn't help but wonder about the current balance of power between him and Hela.

However, after several calculations, Kevin finally came to a conclusion that left him somewhat helpless.

If the main battlefield is the Asgardian Realm, Hela has an 80% chance of winning.

If I were to return to Earth, I would still have about an 80% chance of winning.

In this situation, the contest of power and strength depends on the advantage of the venue.

The problem is that even if Hela had the opportunity to choose a location, Hela could still wreak havoc in the Asgardian Realm without restraint.

Even if Kevin threatened her with the lives of tens of thousands of Asgard, this woman didn't even blink.

On the contrary, if he asked himself honestly, he would not make Earth the main battlefield, and the ties to his homeland would ultimately become a hindrance to the outcome of the war.

Therefore, in a life-or-death duel, there is an 80% chance that I will lose.

This is precisely why Kevin lobbied Frigga to bring Hela.

He hoped to resolve all the grievances concerning Asgard within the realm of Asgard, so as not to affect the Earth that he cherished so much.

"Compared to this all-around tough guy with a dark complexion, you're not bad at all..."

Just as Kevin was making his own assessment, Hela sensed the change in the energy field, walked over gracefully, and gave Kevin a look of great interest.

"Alright, Hela, here's all the information you need about Asa's current situation, and anything else you want to know..."

Frigga pressed one hand down, ordering Heimdall to withdraw from the outpost, while her other hand opened, revealing a cluster of runes in her palm that formed a colorful stream of information.

Fortunately, despite having three problem children, Frigga's image as a loving mother has always been very successful, and her love for her children is impeccable.

Hela hesitated for a moment, suppressing the resentment of her thousand-year imprisonment. She casually reached out and grabbed the information stream, crushing it with her fingers, letting the dense data surge into her mind through divine power.

A moment later, the Goddess of Death opened her eyes slightly, a playful smile on her face, a hint of danger flashing in her eyes.

"Oh? You're planning to make me compete with those two brats for the throne? Aren't you afraid I might accidentally kill them?"

Frigga's expression was calm, and her tone was indifferent.

"If all you want is this land, then you can do anything. To be born for war, to die for war—that was the destiny of the Asgard..."

"But if you want to prove yourself right and gain Asa's submission, you should keep them..."

"The great undertaking of conquering the Nine Worlds cannot be accomplished by you alone..."

For some reason, Hela's face suddenly darkened, and spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the smooth, mirror-like ground of the sentry post.

"Hmph! If Odin had listened to me back then, the Nine Worlds would have been Asar's playthings long ago!"

"Now, my wise Father God has actually been driven into slumber by that group of petty-minded long-eared bastards and brainless hulking geezers..."

"This is a disgrace to you! A disgrace to Asa!"

The Goddess of Death, resentful of her previous experience, snorted angrily.

Then, seeing that Frigga was speechless, Hela placed her hand on the gears of the sentry post and walked out of the Rainbow Bridge control room.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes gazed at the heavily armed army and the damaged area of the celestial palace under reconstruction. She lowered her head, gave a strange laugh, and looked at them with disdain.

"For the sake of this false peace, he sealed me away and covered up the history of conquests connected to me..."

"The hunter actually allowed his prey to jump onto the table and sit on equal footing with him?!"

"I used to admire him so much, regarding him as the greatest monarch in the Nine Worlds."

"But now it seems that the wise Odin was just a fool whose bones had been softened by wine and comfort!"

Hela proudly raised her chin, stretched out her arms, and shouted at the Asar army below, which exuded a clear sense of alienation.

"Remember this day, Asgard!"

"From this moment forward, I will re-infuse your cowardly bodies with iron and blood!"

"We are the hunters! Asa will be great again!"

However, the soldiers below remained silent, having forgotten that period of history, and naturally were not particularly interested in the returning princess.

"Fine, I won't ask you bunch of idiots to kneel and pay your respects for now. Save your knees for my coronation!"

Hela snorted and waved, then turned and returned to the outpost, beckoning Kevin with her finger.

"I agree to your agreement, but..."

Where is my little Fenrir? It seems to like you a lot.

P. S.: I've updated two chapters so far, and I'm working on the other one.

Chapter 868, Section 908: I'm Not a Duck (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote)

In Odin's bedchamber, Hela stood before the bed, looking down at the old man with loose skin and a sallow complexion. She felt that even if he wasn't unconscious, a gust of wind could probably blow him over.

The Goddess of Death curled her lips slightly, easily inserting her right hand into the runic halo, her index finger tracing a line across Odin's cheek.

As the two came into contact, the dark green death aura made the God-King's face appear even older, and a hint of vengeful pleasure surfaced on Hela's face.

Seeing her husband being treated this way, Frigga was about to step forward to reprimand Hela and stop this "filial daughter,"

However, Kevin pressed her down. The man's repeated shaking of his head and his strength as a quasi-god king made Frigga finally choose to compromise. She simply closed her eyes and let Hela vent her anger.

But after only a few breaths, Hela lost interest as Odin remained completely unresponsive, like a corpse. She flicked her nails and withdrew her hand.

"For the Asgard, falling on the battlefield is an honorable end, while dying in a sickbed is the most shameful..."

"Father, please don't die before I take everything from you, or it'll be so boring..."

Hela pressed her head against the pillow and whispered in his ear, a hint of malice in her eyes.

Without even saying goodbye to Frigga, Hela, true to her nature, went out and took her enormous pet and mount, Fenrir, for a leisurely walk on the Rainbow Bridge.

As the only being capable of keeping Hela in check, Kevin is the only one qualified to monitor this Goddess of Death.

Amidst the mood that permeated all of Asgard, Kevin and Hela strolled leisurely across the Rainbow Bridge, their shadows elongated by the sunlight.

The new generation of Aesir gods had long forgotten this former princess; the army and the people merely acknowledged her identity, but no one showed her any affection.

Similarly, the proud Hela naturally disdained to associate with that group of weaklings she looked down upon.