Misalignment

Hela.

Glancing at the man who seemed oblivious to the corpse at his feet, Hela stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly touching Ego's outstretched palm.

The movement is like a dragonfly skimming the water, touching the surface but stopping short of touching it completely.

"Oh, the power of the Death Divinity." A hint of surprise flashed in Ego's eyes as the power emanating from Hela's fingertips surged into his body in an instant.

Like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"Now I know how these scumbags died." Ego casually poked the lifeless corpses under the table with his toe, a bright smile spreading across his face.

The Death Divinity is one of the most terrifying divine forces in this universe.

This woman in front of me is so young yet she has already awakened the Death Divinity to such an extent. Given time, it is not impossible for her to catch up with those few.

The premise is that her lifespan must be long enough for her to live that long.

Are you alright?

Ego, who was drinking with her head tilted back, put down her Hela, her brows furrowed, and her puzzled look made Ego chuckle.

"Your Death Divinity can kill these ordinary people in an instant because their power is far inferior to yours."

"But I'm different."

"I am God."

The playful curve at the corners of his mouth gradually widened, and the mockery in his eyes intensified.

Ego's serious demeanor made Hela push away her wine glass and lean back comfortably in her chair. She crossed her legs and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? Actually, me too."

"I am the Goddess of Death in Asgard. What god are you?" She spoke of her identity with pride and self-confidence.

"Bacchus?" Hela glanced at the wine glass in Ego's hand, then at the heart-shaped stone that had appeared in Ego's hand at some point.

"Or is it the Stone God?"

"Interesting." Ego smiled, raised his glass, downed the wine in one gulp, and then tossed the heart-shaped stone in his hand into the large glass.

Bang!

Smoke billowed everywhere!

The wine glass was instantly filled with vibrant, deep red roses.

"Actually, I am the creator god."

Ego slowly pushed the wine glass filled with roses toward Hela.

Do you like fantastical creator gods?

Hela reached out and plucked a rose from the wine glass, its fragrance filling the air.

"Not bad, it should be a good choice to fool those little girls in Asgard."

Like a connoisseur appraising the quality of a flower, the wine-red petals fell one by one in Hela's hand, until finally, only a bare stem remained in Hela's grasp.

"Perhaps you should learn how to please a woman?"

"This approach is outdated."

Hela stood up, swaying her hips as she walked away under Ego's gaze until she completely disappeared from his sight.

"So, how about it, going to win a woman's heart?"

Ego looked away, reached for a pair of black sunglasses that Hela had left on the table, and put them on.

"These gadgets from Knowhere are really quite nice."

"Waiter, the bill, please." Ego, wearing sunglasses, raised his hand.

"Sir, that lady has already paid your bill." The waiter's respectful voice carried a hint of barely perceptible envy.

"Yeah?"

Ego raised an eyebrow, feeling as if he had met his match.

However, this seems to make it more interesting.

Wearing sunglasses and whistling, Ego stepped over several corpses and left the tavern.

Ego has never encountered a woman who has awakened the Death Divinity to such a young age before.

Are Asgard inhabited by the Asgardian?

Did that group of primitive humans evolve so quickly?

Ego, who searched the entire universe for breeding partners to find the direction of evolution, had indeed visited the Nine Realms.

However, the Nine Realms left him with a very bad impression at that time. The only thing that he found interesting was a giant named Ymir.

His strength was not bad, but it's a pity he died relatively young.

With such a rapidly evolving race, coupled with Hela's Death Divinity to such an extent at such a young age, Ego's tongue swept across his slightly dry lips, and his anger and disappointment at being dumped by Jennifer vanished completely.

Anyway, this wasn't the first time he'd been dumped in his long life.

But he hasn't met many women as good as Hela.

The Goddess of Death in Asgard...?

Shortly after Ego left, Jennifer, dressed in a red dress and with her blonde hair flowing, pushed open the door of the tavern with her newly made allies.

"This is one of only three places on Knowhere where Gafa laws are not enforced."

"Generally speaking, when I feel bored, I come here to drink and listen to people talk about strange and wonderful things in the universe."

Perhaps because it was still early, the tavern wasn't as bustling as it would be on a night of revelry. Jennifer found a table on the edge, ordered her usual drink, ran her fingers through her short, shoulder-length blond hair, and looked up at the man sitting opposite her, asking, "What would you like to drink, Beckett?"

"A boring interest."

Beckett sat upright with his back ramrod straight, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his face full of impatience.

"This shop's signboard is pretty good." Shrugging, Jennifer straightened out the Beckett and then leaned back comfortably in her chair.

Ten minutes later, Jennifer stared in disbelief as Beckett, looking impatient, calmly and swiftly cleared the table of food.

And all she had taken was a fried meat roll.

"Waiter, another one, the same one." Jennifer, who had barely eaten anything, glanced at Beckett, who had finished eating and was drinking, and had no choice but to raise her hand to signal the waiter to bring another one.

Another ten minutes later, Jennifer was still only holding one fried meat roll, watched as Beckett, sitting in front of her, devoured the rest of the meat rolls right in front of her.

"What are you looking at?"

Beckett frowned as he wiped his lips.

Even after two servings, the portions are still so small; not even enough to fill his teeth.

Gates's canteen at the base is still the best; the portions are large and filling, and the nutrition is rich and balanced.

"???"

"Excuse me for asking, are you full now?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.

"No." Beckett said, biting his straw and drinking his wine, his face indifferent.

"Ten more, please." Jennifer sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Ninety minutes later, the tavern staff "invited" Jennifer to the cashier.

"Ms. Jennifer, your friend has eaten all the food in our tavern." The owner's chubby face was plastered with a professional, fake smile.

"Please tell me, are you really not just making fun of me?"

After making repeated promises and paying an exorbitant deposit, Jennifer finally returned to Beckett's side.

The latter was pointing and gesturing on his own azure screen, but when Jennifer returned, he waved his hand and the screen disappeared.

"Are you full?"

"Half full."

Jennifer pulled out the chair and almost hit her head on the corner of the table.