Jealousy Made Me Plasmolyze

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is unable to detect the power level within Lady Hela."

The data displayed on the screen near Beckett's right eye was a jumble of gibberish. Hela's power under the blessing of the Death Divinity was extremely strange. Even Woz, who had once come into contact with divinity with Beckett, could not make a quantitative comparison.

Thump!

After freezing the life force of the Asgard soldiers, Hela, pale-faced, collapsed to her knees.

With her current strength, it was still a bit of a stretch for her to imprison the lives of an entire army of soldiers at once; her pale face was proof of her overexertion.

"Call..."

Hela, panting heavily with her hands on the ground, was drenched in cold sweat. The silver combat boots belonging to Beckett were suddenly reflected in her pupils. Hela raised her head, and out of pride, staggered to her feet.

"Not bad." After landing, with The Other following closely behind, Beckett looked around at the lifelike ice sculptures.

He had done this before, or more precisely, he had his subordinate The Other do it, during the intrusion into Tofa.

"Is this why you Asgard wanted to trade the Casket of Ancient Winters with me?"

Beckett, who had never asked Hela about the reason for the transaction, had his mind racing when he saw the familiar ice sculpture scene before him. He tilted his head and asked.

"The Casket of Ancient Winters contains the purest frost power in the Nine Realms. It was with that power that Laufey was able to contend with my father Odin on the front lines."

"We Asgardians cannot use the power of frost, but after studying the Casket of Ancient Winters, my mother created several spells of the same nature as the power of frost, based on the surging power structure within it."

"This magic could help your father confuse Laufey, the Frost Giant King. It sounds like a good idea." Following Hela's words, Beckett easily guessed Asgard 'Queen Frigga plan.

He had assumed that Odin had proposed the deal for the Casket of Ancient Winters, but now it seemed that it was Frigga who had offered it to Odin in order to ensure her husband's safety.

"I've said it before, my mother is the wisest mage in the Nine Realms." Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, Hela's eyes gleamed with an indelible pride.

"And then what? Are you going to go back to your mother crying now?" Beckett glanced at the weakened Hela, raised an eyebrow, and watched Hela's expression with great interest.

Beckett found it quite pleasant to see this annoying woman in such a weakened state.

"Even if you go back to your father crying, I won't go back to my mother." Hela's words were tough, but her body betrayed her. Honestly, she went limp and fell forward.

Seeing this, Beckett dodged and let the weakened Hela face down, scattering shattered ice crystals everywhere.

"Really?" Beckett raised his hand, and Woz, whose bracelet transformed into a physical robot cat, took out a tube of green Nutrient Fluid from his belly pocket and handed it to Beckett.

"But you don't seem to be in good enough shape right now. Want a bottle?" Beckett squatted down in front of Hela, shaking the green Nutrient Fluid in his hand, his smile becoming increasingly unrestrained.

"This stuff is much more effective than the healing fluid you received at the Jotunheim Royal Court. After drinking it, your depleted energy will be replenished in about thirty seconds, restoring you to your normal state."

"Even if I went back to Asgard right now, I wouldn't accept anything from you."

Do you want her to bow down to this idiot who only knows "Father said" all day long?

Absolutely not!

"Are you sure you don't want to?" Beckett's smile grew even more playful. He was enjoying Hela's current state, where she was completely unable to resist him.

"Absolutely not." Hela stared intently at the man before her.

"Is that so? In that case, forget it." The test tube containing the Nutrient Fluid twirled between the man's fingers. Beckett stood up and, right in front of Hela, crushed the test tube in his hand.

The green Nutrient Fluid scattered on the ground, dissolving into the ice crystals, the movement happening silently.

"I will never ask the same question a third time." Beckett released his grip, stepped on the broken test tube, turned to leave, and snapped his the Snap.

Snap!

"Woz, change the fleet's flight path and prepare to reconnoiter Svartalfheim."

"The Other, awaken the Chitauri soldiers, and have them conduct a carpet search on the ground in groups of five, divided into 48 groups."

Beckett, having given the order, suddenly stopped, turned his head, and wore a smile that Hela found utterly repulsive, "Anyway, there are no more hallucinations interfering with them now."

Hela staggered to her feet, lowered her eyelids, clicked her tongue in disdain, and turned to walk in the exact opposite direction from Beckett.

"Daughter of Odin, Son of Thanos, I must say, you two have really surprised me."

Just as Beckett and Hela were about to part ways, a voice made them both stop and look in the direction from which it came.

The thick black mist was particularly glaring against the white ice crystals, and a figure whose lower body was submerged in the black mist appeared before the two.

"Malekith".

Hela murmured the name of the visitor.

This name left a significant mark on Asgardian Calendar textbooks. When Hela was a child, she learned a great deal about Malekith's feud with her grandfather, Bor.

"I'm glad you still recognize me. It shows that I've made a deep enough impression on Bor and on Asgard."

Looking at Hela, who was his granddaughter, Malekith opened his right palm, and the purple Dreamflower appeared in his palm.

"It was you after all, Malekith." Seeing the nightmare flower that had driven countless Asgardian Warriors mad, Hela gritted her teeth, her reason forcibly suppressing her urge to rush forward.

In her current extremely weakened state, she is no match for Malekith.

"A descendant who has awakened the Death Divinity, huh? That guy Bor is truly enviable." As powerful as Malekith, he could naturally see the divine attributes that had previously manifested in Hela.

The clearer Malekith saw, the deeper his hatred for Bor and Asgard grew.

Odin is one thing, but now even the third-generation Hela is a powerful being who has awakened the Death Divinity. On the other hand, in Svartalfheim, let alone the new generation, there are few who can fight him, even among the middle generation. Why is that?

At least Jotunheim door produced Laufey, who could barely contend with Odin.

In Malekith's view, this was entirely the consequence of that shameless old man, Bor, forcibly plundering all sorts of mysterious resources from the Nine Realms to nourish Asgard.

Otherwise, on what basis?

On what grounds?!

Jealousy caused Malekith's plasmolysis.

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I forgot to set the time for this chapter at 9:30... Awkward () = convex