I Would Never Like Him Even If I Died-Time for an Eight-Hundred-Word Reflection
"In the name of Hela Odinson, let us build Hall of Valor!"
The moment the mark of the lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme suddenly lit up, Odin's chant resounded above the royal palace!
The power of the World Tree, combined with Agamotto's magic, instantly and eternally Hall of Valor, which belonged exclusively to Hela's forces!
Boom!
Rumble!!!
Several claps of thunder echoed across the horizon, which was dyed red by the setting sun, and the laws of the Nine Realms submitted to Odin, the current Lord of the Nine Realms.
Hela Odinson, Odin's eldest daughter, now has her own Hall of Valor!
From this day forward, the soldiers who died under Hela's command will no longer be homeless; their souls and bodies will find peace in Asgard!
"Call..."
"It's a success, Odin."
Agamotto, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up, and smiled at Odin.
Changing the rules of the Nine Realms to allow Hela to reopen Hall of Valor in Asgard was no easy task for either him or Odin.
After all, this is not as simple as just constructing a cycle.
The stability of the architecture is more important.
"Thanks a lot."
Looking at Hela, who stood in the center of the magic circle staring blankly at the Eternal Fire in her hand, Odin smiled and nodded at Agamotto.
In this way, he could confidently challenge those legendary beings.
Even if something were to happen to him, an army of Heroic Spirits would be enough to protect Hela and Frigga and ensure their safe evacuation from Asgard.
"Actually, you didn't have to do this, Odin."
Agamotto, his breathing gradually calming, landed gently beside Odin, trying his best to persuade his old friend.
"No, you don't understand, Agamotto." Odin shook his head.
"My body, my strength, they tell me every night that you should fight, you should fight."
"I cannot go against my heart, so, Agamotto, that is why we parted ways in the first place."
Agamotto sighed, ultimately offering no further advice. He put a ring around his feet and vanished without a trace.
"Father, where are you going?"
Hela had returned to Odin's side from the center of the magic circle, overheard part of Odin's conversation with Agamotto and asked a question out of curiosity.
"Let's go somewhere that will help me find my way forward." Odin smiled and reached out to stroke his daughter's soft, long hair, his tone gentle yet firm.
"Let's go, your mother should be waiting for us to have dinner."
Odin, not wanting his daughter to come into contact with those mysterious beings for the time being, laughed loudly and led Hela back to the surface. After passing through several corridors, the restaurant came into view.
A sumptuous dinner was laid out on the table, and Frigga was talking to a maid at the table.
"Mother."
"Frigga."
Hela's greetings to Odin brought a smile to the face of the Queen of Asgard.
"Where is Beckett?"
After everyone was seated and the meal began, Odin asked why he didn't see Beckett behind Frigga.
"The child is shy, so we went home first."
Frigga stated her understanding of what she meant openly and honestly.
"What? What Beckett? What happened to him? What's wrong with him? Why is he shy?"
Completely bewildered, Hela chewed on beef from the Bernabéu Ranch and drank wine from the Camp Nou Processing Plant, looking curiously at her parents.
Frigga and Odin exchanged a glance, then put down their food and looked solemnly at Hela: "Hela, tell me the truth."
"Huh? What truth?"
Hela was puzzled, noticing that the meat seemed especially chewy tonight.
Do you like Beckett?
"Puff!"
Hela sprayed the fine wine she had just taken Barry onto the dining table.
"Cough cough..."
"What?"
"Mother, what are you talking about?"
"How could I possibly like that guy?"
"He's arrogant and conceited, and a low-IQ, violent man whose only thought is fighting with his muscles. Who would like him?"
"Impossible, impossible, I would rather die than fall for that guy..."
Hela hurriedly stood up, grabbed her food, and, together with the maid beside her, frantically cleared the table. Without even looking up, Hela belittled Beckett's image in front of her parents.
His tone was calm, but he spoke very quickly.
"Mother, why do you have such strange ideas?"
"No, it's nothing, I was just asking." Gently soothing Odin's twitching lips, Frigga gave her husband a look that said, "Don't do anything rash."
"What's so interesting about asking that?"
"That guy is just a man, not even as brave as the men of Asgard."
Hela stopped cleaning the small patch of land in front of her until it was almost mirror-like, and began to breathe calmly.
"At most, it can only fight a little bit, just a tiny bit." Hela gestured with her fingers, indicating that it was just a tiny bit.
For some reason, the image of Beckett suppressing his strength to fight him on Sakaar kept replaying in his mind.
Drinking, fighting, chatting, sleeping.
The days spent waiting for Ego on Sakaar were always simple, unadorned, and monotonous.
This was the first man in her not-so-long life to subdue her.
From initial verbal resistance in Jotunheim, to outward compliance but inward resentment in Svartalfheim, and finally to complete acceptance on Sakaar ...
After ending the conversation, Hela ate only a few more bites before feeling full.
Centaurus Galaxy, within the Dark Order base.
Beckett, who had returned from Asgard, knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully to the figure on the throne. "Father."
After a long pause, Thanos did not respond.
Beckett gritted his teeth and continued his journey of admitting his mistakes, "I'm sorry, Father, I know I was wrong."
"I will go back to the execution ground. This time, without your order, I will not step out of the execution ground even once."
The main hall of the base remained deathly silent.
After a long while, Thanos on the throne finally opened his eyes. His indifferent gaze swept over his adopted son below the steps, and he said, "Do you think you're very strong, that you're invincible throughout the universe?"
Beckett lowered his head even further.
"Lift your head up, Beckett. Don't keep staring at the floor every time I say something."
"What's so fascinating about the floor?"
Thanos snorted coldly.
"You say you know you were wrong, so do you still remember the letter of apology you wrote when you were eight years old after making a mistake?"
"Have Woz deliver it after you finish writing it. Now, head to the execution ground."
"..." Another self-criticism letter...
Beckett had a bit of a headache. "I understand, Father."
After speaking, he stood up, bowed again, and prepared to continue his solitary confinement.
"Wait a minute, go back and eat first. Your little robot nanny knows you're coming back today and has already prepared your meal."
Thanos raised his eyelids slightly and waved for Beckett to finish eating before leaving.
"Father?!" Beckett looked up in surprise, only to be met with two fingers raised by Thanos.
"Two 800-word self-criticisms, clearly explaining exactly what mistakes you made this time."
"..."
Thanks to [Eat Chicken for a G], [Safulin], [Our Fathers], and [overlord] for their rewards~