Never Sit Back and Wait for Death When Trouble Strikes

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

Asgard, prison.

Hela, brought in by her father Odin, sat cross-legged on the floor, her back against the wall, her head bowed. Her disheveled appearance was a far cry from the pride and elegance she once possessed as Asgardian Princess.

The overturned bottle was still dripping what should have been sweet dew, and the broken decorations scattered everywhere spoke volumes about the extent of the Princess's anger.

"Why..."

"Why..."

Hela's barely audible question went unanswered. Alone and huddled in the corner, Hela shrank back, her mind flashing back to images of her father, Odin.

"You're kidding me, Hela!"

I am the King of Asgard, not you!

Or do you think you're qualified to replace me?

Hela will never forget Odin's furious expression three hours ago.

From this day forward, you will no longer have your own army. Furthermore, you are to go and reflect upon your actions in the ancient prison beneath the Asgard palace!

[Only when you realize you're wrong should you step back out.]

[...]

What followed was nothing more than Frigga's pleas for mercy and Odin's utterly heartless words.

Hela didn't even want to think about it.

Because every time she thinks about it, her heart grows colder.

She was clearly doing everything for the sake of Asgard...

It's obvious to everyone that it's only a matter of time before Asgard completely conquers Jotunheim...

"Why..."

The crimson blood at the wound between Hela's eyebrows had congealed, and the Mind Stone that Hela had borrowed from Beckett was forcibly pried off by Odin in his full power.

"Odin, can you talk to me now?"

Why do this?

Do you know how much harm you're causing Hela?

Inside the royal palace, as Odin's emotions gradually calmed down, Frigga appeared before her husband once again.

"She brought this on herself."

Odin snorted coldly as he toyed with the scepter that had been re-embedded with the Mind Stone.

The king's majesty cannot be challenged by anyone, even his own daughter.

"Why bother, Odin?"

"You should know that Hela did not intend to rebel."

Frigga came to Odin's side, sat on her husband's lap, and gently stroked his back with her right hand.

If Hela had any rebellious thoughts, she wouldn't be sitting here unharmed, comforting Odin.

"Of course I know."

"But Hela has really gone too far this time." Feeling his wife's caresses, Odin closed his eyes.

God knows how terrified he was when Hela appeared before him with her army.

He is the king, he is the king of Asgard, Hela is just his daughter.

It was during this incident that Odin witnessed his daughter's prestige within the army.

This is an act bordering on treason, yet so many people are still willing to follow her...

Odin, whose spirit had been crushed by the Kami, felt a strange sense of fear.

"Hela, she just needs time, Odin."

Frigga didn't know how to excuse Hela's actions and could only use time as an excuse.

"This is my problem, Frigga."

Just because his wife dared not speak out did not mean Odin dared not acknowledge it.

The reason Hela has become so extreme is naturally because of Odin.

If it weren't for his constant indoctrination of Hela with the ideas of "war and killing" and "territorial expansion" since Hela was a child, and his training of her to become his executioner, she would have been completely different.

How could Hela's thinking have become so extreme?

Or rather...

If he hadn't encountered that terrifying Kami- like being, Odin probably wouldn't have undergone such a drastic transformation...

"Let Hela stay in prison for the time being."

Odin opened his eyes and sighed.

This was already the umpteenth time he had sighed.

Holding a wedding under these circumstances is just asking for trouble.

Heimdall's injury, the imminent threat of the Kami descending upon Asgard, and the very foundation of the Nine Realms.

Everything left him emotionally and physically exhausted.

"Then, what about Hela and Beckett's wedding date?" Frigga, whose attention was now focused on her child's marriage, hesitated for a moment before asking.

"As usual."

"Let Hela calm down on her own for a few days. Go and bring her out in a couple of days, and then make some preparations."

Thanos's existence is the last external aid Odin left for his daughter.

Once the Kami descend as he desires, he will do everything in his power to send Hela out of Asgard and into the Dark Order.

If it doesn't happen, then everything is fine.

Arranged marriage, arranged marriage.

That's all there is to it.

"Oh, right, have someone send this thing back."

Before Frigga left, Odin tossed the Mind Stone Scepter to her.

Three days later, at the execution ground.

Bored out of his mind, Beckett lay on the ground, gazing at Eternity unchanging starry sky, with the food Woz had brought in between his teeth.

His face was full of displeasure.

He was tricked by Hela.

He was promised to return the Mind Stone a day later, and he did return it, but it was actually returned directly to his adoptive father, Thanos?!

This directly exposed the fact that Beckett had left the execution ground midway through the ordeal.

Thanos, expressionless, not only confiscated the Mind Scepter but also doubled Beckett's apology.

The number of articles has increased from ten to twenty.

The amount that Hela was originally supposed to write was all used up at once.

No, that's not right, he also has to pay out of his own pocket for one article.

Hela only gave him nineteen articles.

"Tsk."

Beckett grew angrier the more he thought about it.

The frustration of having to come up with the title "Self-Criticism" in just three days drove him to the brink of madness.

"Woz, hasn't Hela contacted me yet?"

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

The robot cat Woz, who had wandered into the execution ground at some unknown time, bowed and greeted the audience.

"Contact her!"

"I'm sorry, Your His Highness Beckett, because you are currently in confinement, Lord Thanos has completely blocked Woz's active external communication module."

"Unless Ms. Hela contacts you, Woz cannot communicate with her."

Bang!

Frustrated by being locked up, Beckett started blasting rocks.

"Hyla!"

The resentment, burning with rage, had nowhere to go.

Women are all big pigs!

They're all big liars!

Asgard, prison.

"Hela Highness Hela, you have not eaten for five days."

"Princess Hela?"

"Princess Hela?"

The waitress, who was routinely delivering meals, looked with concern at the silent figure with his head down in the corner of the prison.

Having gone five days without food, Hela's condition was enough to worry her.

Snap.

Perhaps because the maid's voice was too loud, Hela's head suddenly fell off right in front of her.

"Ah!!!"

"Princess Hela?!?"

"Hela!!!"

The panicked maid shouted to the gatekeeper, and after hurriedly opening the door, they were greeted by black weapons that shot out from the wall!

Pfft!

The blade pierced his body, and blood splattered everywhere!

Step... step... step...

The sound of combat boots hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the confined space. Hela, with her hair styled in a fighting manner, emerged from the shadows of the wall.

"Why... why... Hela...?"

The maid, her vision blurred, lay on the ground struggling, her eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

"Why?"

"Once, a man told me this." Hela stopped beside the maid, a fierce glint in her eyes.

"When faced with a problem, one must never sit idly by and wait for death."