She Still Owes Me a Written Self-Criticism
"You could have had a better choice, Hela."
"But you chose to bury it with your own hands."
Odin walked toward his daughter with a regretful expression.
There was also the self-blame for the three points.
"This is what you taught me since I was little, isn't it?" Hela smiled nonchalantly, as if she had completely given up resisting, her brow crimson as blood.
"You're gambling, gambling with your life."
"That's right." Hela readily admitted.
"I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but unfortunately, I lost." Hela shrugged and stood up with difficulty.
She never intended to rebel; her goal was always to persuade her father, Odin, to change his mind and abandon the peace treaty with Jotunheim through her actions.
But now, she can only admit that she is rebelling.
She has her own pride.
She wouldn't whine and plead; she would face death with her head held high.
This will never change.
Forever.
Hela.
"Don't look at me like that, Odin, it disgusts me." Fed up with Odin's hesitant gaze, Hela's expression suddenly turned savage.
"You'd better kill me now. Otherwise, I'll escape, find the power to defeat you, and then kill you."
Hela firmly believed that Odin's mercy was an insult to her.
"I must admit, there were indeed problems with my upbringing of you." Gazing at his daughter's face, which was etched with tyranny and hatred, Odin hesitated to bring down the exceptionally sharp Gungnir of eternity in his hand.
"If you can't make a decision, then I'll make it for you."
Clang!
The weapon rang out, and Hela, despite being injured, bit through the skin of her right index finger. Drops of blood suddenly bloomed into mysterious runes under a strange incantation!
Whoosh!
The weapon, imbued with the power of the blood runes, pierced straight into Odin's senile head!
"No!"
In the distance, Thor, who had clearly seen Hela's movements thanks to his excellent eyesight, roared, his eyes beneath horse-face flashing with lightning.
Now is the time!
Hela, who never imagined facing Odin head-on, seized this fleeting opportunity and flew directly towards the Bifrost!
Heimdall was injured for some unknown reason, and he was unable to stop Hela, who was determined to leave Asgard.
As long as she can escape Odin's pursuit.
[Beckett, help me!]
I have become estranged from my father, therefore, I beg you.
The flames of revenge caused Hela to abandon her inner pride and transmit her message to Beckett was far away at the execution ground, through a secret communication channel.
To be precise, it was in the ear of the intelligent mechanical life form, Woz.
Beckett is the only person Hela currently believes has the ability to rescue her from Asgard.
This is a confidence that comes from nowhere.
Or rather, this is an affirmation of Beckett's formidable strength.
"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz has received a distress signal from Lady Hela."
Inside the execution chamber, Beckett, who was bored out of his mind and could only indulge in eating and drinking, stopped what he was doing when he heard this. The Other, who was also eating happily, put down his food and let out a burp.
"Hela's distress signal?"
"She actually sent me a distress signal?"
Beckett couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
He simply couldn't believe that Hela, this stubborn woman, would one day ask him for help.
"Tell me, what happened?"
A hint of a smile involuntarily appeared in Beckett's eyes as he was placed in solitary confinement.
He had to admit that this was the happiest news he had heard since he had been put in solitary confinement.
"Lady Hela did not go into details, only saying that she had fallen out with Odin, the current monarch of Asgard, who is also her biological father, Your His Highness Beckett."
Beckett's smile faded, "What did you say?"
"Woz doesn't know, Your His Highness Beckett."
"The distress message sent by Lady Hela did not provide any specific details. It simply stated that she was currently fighting against Odin and hoped that you could take her away from Asgard."
After searching for Doraemon for a long time, I really didn't find any useful information, so I'll tell you the truth.
"In addition, this is an image transmitted by Ms. Hela."
The robot cat projected an image of Hela, covered in blood, in front of Beckett.
Even though it was just a still image, Beckett's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz does not recommend that you accept Ms. Hela's request."
"King Odin of King of Asgard's strength is unfathomable. Even Lord Thanos is not confident of victory against him." Seeing the shocked expression on Beckett's face, the dutiful Woz couldn't help but remind him of the comparison of their combat strength.
"If I were to face Odin, what would my chances of winning be?"
Containing his shock, Beckett waved away the frozen image, pondered for a moment, and then asked.
"Please wait a moment, Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is currently establishing a strength model comparison..."
"Your His Highness Beckett, according to Woz's meticulous calculations, with your current strength and data, the success rate of escaping Asgard with Lady Hela is only 0.091%."
Woz dropped a statistic that surprised Beckett.
"Super Saiyan Three isn't enough?"
"Your His Highness Beckett, the Mind Stone that can help you reach Super Saiyan Three is not currently in the hands of Lord The Other, but in the hands of Lord Thanos."
"In other words, you can't fight Odin with the Destroyer Armor and the Space Stone using the extremely energy-consuming Super Saiyan Three."
"I see... I understand."
After a long silence, Beckett finally made the decision. "Prepare the spaceship, Woz."
"?!"
The Other, gnawing on a beast's leg, nearly choked to death. "Cough cough cough... Your His Highness Beckett, um, are you—"
What are your opinions?
Beckett's gaze was extremely threatening, and The Other resolutely shook his head. "No! I support all of His Highness Beckett's decisions!"
Everything His Highness Beckett said is correct!
He will support whatever His Highness Beckett does!
He will not object to anything His Highness Beckett wants!
The Other, deeply mindful of the "rules of conduct," is very decisive.
"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is unable to move any ships within the base. Lord Thanos has already revoked Woz's access."
"What did you say?"
Beckett frowned, extremely satisfied with The Other's reaction, a vague unease creeping into his heart.
Did the father disable Woz's access?
"Your His Highness Beckett, Ebony Maw requests a call."
Before Woz could finish speaking, Ebony Maw's virtual image appeared in front of Beckett: "Beckett, the base system shows that Woz is requesting to call up the ship. What's going on?"
"What I do is none of your business, Ebony Maw," Beckett replied with an unfriendly expression.
He seemed to understand something.
"Stay quietly inside the execution chamber and don't even think about getting out, Beckett."
What if I say no?
Sizzle...
Ebony Maw didn't speak, but simply waved his hand, and the entire execution ground was immediately enveloped in a special energy field.
"Ebony Maw, Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Cull Obsidian."
"Your His Highness Beckett, the execution ground is now surrounded by Obsidian Shield." Woz detected the energy changes in the surrounding area immediately.
"You all knew Hela would send me a distress message?" Beckett stared at Ebony Maw, his face expressionless.
"Beckett, this is Lord Thanos's decision."
"Besides, from what I understand, your relationship with Hela doesn't seem to be very good, does it?" The image that appeared next to Beckett after Ebony Maw was Proxima Midnight.
"Ah, indeed."
"My relationship with her isn't exactly great." As the thought crossed his mind, Beckett's hair turned a touch of gold.
"Beckett!" the hoarse-voiced Corvus Glaive roared.
"However, she still owes me a self-criticism." His emerald eyes were filled with arrogance and indifference, but the information Beckett revealed caused the Black Order Generals to fall silent.
... What does that mean?
So, Hela wrote all your self-criticisms?
I was drunk yesterday and forgot to post it...
I have another drinking party tonight...