A Clash of Ideals: What Would You Choose?

"Is the wind picking up?"

The puzzled Rocket looked up at the Asgard starry sky, blinking, but didn't feel a breeze on its face.

Where did the wind come from?

What wind?

"Of course it's the wind from Asgard, little bunny."

The name he still used was "Rabbit," which made the Rocket's veins throb. Thor, carrying a bottle of liquor, leaped down from the roof and staggered back to his room.

[Father, Mother, and Hela.]

What exactly is going on with you guys?

Now, I should be able to see everything clearly.

Thor locked the door without giving the Rocket any time to ask questions, lay ramrod straight on the bed, closed his eyes, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Understanding the true nature of the upheaval that occurred in Asgard two thousand years ago was key to Thor's decision to emerge from his secluded hut.

Otherwise, is it that the game isn't fun, or the beer isn't good?

Does he really have to pull this time travel trick?

He didn't quite understand why his sister, who seemed to have never existed, harbored such deep hatred for their father Odin and even their mother Frigga.

She had no idea why her father, Odin, would personally erase all traces of his daughter's life in Asgard.

Hela, she is a wonderful person, who has helped Asgard expand its territory and achieve great things.

Although she has a bad temper, I believe that Asgard will definitely reach its next peak under Princess Hela's leadership.

The words Thor had overheard in the tavern since his transmigration, about his sister Hela, echoed in his ears again and again, accompanying him to sleep.

The next day, before dawn, Hela, who had already arranged everything, sat in her palace, inscribing the final stroke of the magic circle beneath her feet, muttering incantations.

Call out!

A burst of seven-colored light appeared, followed by a sharp whistling sound that lifted her long hair.

Beckett, holding the Mind Scepter and with a red tail wrapped around his waist, appeared before Hela after the light faded.

"You don't look like someone who's been locked up." Hela didn't see a trace of distress on Beckett's face.

"My Twenty Self-Criticisms"

Beckett ignored Hela's greeting and directly reached out for the product.

"My subordinate only managed to write nineteen self-criticisms overnight. I'll give you the remaining one when I get back."

Writing a self-criticism that could fool Thanos was no easy task, not to mention that Beckett, in the end, planned ahead (and demanded twenty at once).

"Specific time".

Beckett took the paper, glanced at it, and after confirming that the contents were correct, tossed the Mind Scepter to Hela.

His posture was extremely casual.

"The day after tomorrow, or the day after that."

Even with the Mind Stone's help, conquering Jotunheim in one fell swoop wouldn't be easy. After all, according to Odin's words, Laufey had already stolen a portion of the World Tree's power.

"Aren't you afraid that your father will really see you as a rebel?"

Beckett was quite curious about that.

From an outsider's perspective, what Hela did was undoubtedly tantamount to rebellion. As the undisputed overlord of the Nine Realms, what would Odin think?

"Do you remember what I told you in Svartalfheim?" Hela didn't answer directly, but asked in return.

"Your father would never raise his sword against his army?" Beckett, his thoughts drawn back to Svartalfheim, instantly recalled Hela's words to him in the room.

"My father is the King of the Nine Realms. He can definitely see what my purpose is, so put away your spectator mentality."

Hela knew perfectly well what Beckett was thinking; he just wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

"Let's wait and see."

Beckett put the nineteen self-criticisms into his bracelet, stood back in the magic circle, and gestured for Hela to send him back.

"You'll have to wait a while. The loopholes in the Bifrost aren't so easy to exploit." Forcibly suppressing her urge to touch the Mind Stone right now, Hela turned her head and explained.

Finding the flaw in the Bifrost was no easy task for her, let alone keeping it hidden from the gatekeeper Heimdall.

Beckett didn't respond, he just stared at Hela quietly, making her unconsciously look away.

What are you looking at?

"It's nothing. I'm just curious why you would risk being seen as a traitor by Odin to do this."

This is something Beckett has never understood.

Hela is still so young, while Odin is already in his prime; the future throne of Asgard is destined to belong to Hela.

There's absolutely no reason for her to "turn against" Odin over a vague and uncertain issue of peace; it would undoubtedly leave a thorn in Odin's side.

A thorn that can never be erased.

Is it worth it?

"Of course," Hela replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Beckett, do you have ideals?"

"What?" Beckett squinted, unable to figure out what Hela was trying to say, once again being asked a question.

"My ideal is for Asgard to reign supreme over the Nine Realms, and even the entire universe. I would give anything for that. What about you?" Hela opened her arms, speaking of an ideal that had been ingrained in her bones since childhood.

"To become the Strongest Warrior in the Universe, and then kill Frieza. And to help my father achieve his ideals." Beckett, unable to fathom Hela's thoughts, answered truthfully.

Anyway, Hela had already seen his memories back in Midgard because of the fusion and complementarity of their souls, so Frieza and the like were no longer a secret to her.

"Then, what if your two ideas conflict with each other?" Hela asked, a smile playing on her lips, speaking rapidly.

"What?" Beckett's eyes narrowed.

"If your desire to become the Strongest Warrior in the Universe conflicts with your goal of helping your father achieve his dream, what would you do?"

"Just like me now, my ideals have diverged from my father's ideals, so I choose to rebel against my father and correct him in my own way."

"And you?"

"If your ideals conflict with your father's ideals, would you make the same choice as me?"

"Or are you going to sacrifice yourself for your father's sake?"

Hela's rapid speech made her words sound extremely intimidating.

Indeed, these words struck Beckett like a hammer blow to the heart.

What should I do?

Before this, Beckett had never thought about this question...

"No, there will be no conflict between my father and me." Beckett, who had almost been led astray by Hela, snapped out of his reverie and his eyes were filled with determination.

Hela shrugged indifferently, raised one hand and the rainbow light reappeared, and Beckett's figure vanished without a trace.

People change.

"My father has become somewhat senile, and that's the best proof of that."

Hela, holding her scepter, slowly walked out of the palace, gazing at the magnificent landscape of Asgard.

Even someone as powerful as Odin would change...

My thoughts are now organized!

Let's get started!