As Long as I Want It, Fate Will Stand with Me

Jotunheim Royal Court, a world of ice and snow.

Hela, who had been dragged off the flagship by Beckett without the slightest ability to resist, could not help but shiver. She was cold. The current Hela had yet to reach the level of her father, Odin, and the bitter cold of Jotunheim Royal Court could still affect her.

Not to mention that her condition was rather poor at the moment. Spatial jumping was clearly not very friendly to someone as severely injured as her.

"Woz, cloak the entire fleet and have them stand by at all times." Dressed in a black Battle Suit, Beckett casually tossed Hela into the snow and raised his wrist to give the order. A blue light screen sprang from the silver metal bracelet before him. It was the intelligent mechanical life-form Woz requesting permission from Beckett to operate.

"His Highness Beckett, are you truly certain you wish to do this?"

After surveying the endless expanse of white around them, The Other, holding the Azure Scepter, turned and stared at Beckett's face, respectfully offering his suggestion.

They could simply bring the army to their doorstep and blast the Frost Giants with a single shot.

Although more than half of the Chitauri soldiers had already been lost to Hela's Unlimited Blade Works, that was no concern to The Other. The remaining Chitauri soldiers still numbered in enormous quantities. In The Other's view, rather than letting this Hela Odinsdottir serve as their guide, it would be better to lead the Chitauri army in an attack on the Frost Giants' royal hall. With the Chitauri soldiers tying them down, whatever Beckett wanted to do would surely encounter far fewer obstacles.

But Woz rejected his proposal.

As the Frost Giants' stronghold, the royal hall naturally had no shortage of defensive barriers. According to Woz's calculations, the Chitauri soldiers did not possess enough firepower to instantly tear apart the protective barrier above the Frost Giant royal hall. On the contrary, they would reveal the fact that Beckett had arrived at Jotunheim Royal Court. Laufey, the Frost Giant king who knew Beckett was the Son of Thanos, would naturally become extraordinarily wary because of Beckett's identity. After all, standing behind Beckett was the major power of the Centaurus Galaxy, the Titan known as the World-Destroying Tyrant—Thanos.

Sneak into the hall. No cannons, no guns. That was the plan Woz had formulated after considering the current circumstances. Bringing Hela down from the warship had been for precisely this reason. After all, among those present, only Hela had ever set foot in Jotunheim Royal Court alongside Odin and entered the Frost Giants' royal hall.

Although that peace talk had ended on bad terms after Odin refused the compensation demanded by the Jotunheim giants, meaning Hela had not stayed in the royal hall for long, it was enough for Beckett's group. At the very least, it was better than going in blind.

Moreover, with Hela's identity as the daughter of Odin, there was no need to worry that she would turn on them midway and expose Beckett's group beneath Laufey's nose. She was practically the perfect guide.

"And most importantly, Hela Odinsdottir is in poor condition. If we bring her along, there is a high chance the Frost Giants will discover us."

The Other paused and pointed his right index finger at Hela, who was still lying in the snow. Their guide looked like a sickly invalid who could drop dead at any moment. He truly was not optimistic that she could hold out until she led Beckett to the Casket of Ancient Winters.

"Do you Asgardians have a weakness for the cold?"

Beckett strolled over to Hela, crouched down, and lifted her chin with his right hand. That was something he had not expected. Logically speaking, a race that sought to conquer the Nine Realms should not fear the cold.

"Shut up."

Enduring the biting chill, Hela glanced at Beckett, who wore a loose Battle Suit yet showed no reaction whatsoever to Jotunheim Royal Court's awful weather, and replied coldly.

She resolved to increase the intensity of her training once she returned to Asgard. The proud Princess would not allow herself to lose to anyone other than her father, Odin.

"His Highness Beckett, Hela Odinsdottir's injuries are likely too severe. I recommend giving her an anesthetic injection." The light screen projected by the silver bracelet instantly filled Beckett's vision. After blue light scanned Hela, dense streams of data appeared before his eyes.

Woz's calculations showed that a healthy Hela would have had no serious issues setting foot in Jotunheim Royal Court. At most, she would have needed an extra winter coat compared to usual.

"What are you trying to do?" Hearing Woz's suggestion, Hela instinctively became wary. Especially when something resembling a syringe appeared in Beckett's hand, her vigilance deepened further.

"Just giving you a shot."

The silver syringe spun in Beckett's hand before plunging straight into Hela's neck. Hela, who had wanted to say something but suddenly found herself unable to speak, curled up amid the ice and snow after Beckett withdrew his hand.

Indescribable pain traveled through every part of her body along with the Nutrient Fluid injected into her, brutally repairing the severe injuries within her.

After pain often came rebirth.

After curling up in the snow for quite some time, Hela soon discovered in astonishment that more than half of her severe injuries had already healed. Even the rate at which the power within her recovered had increased slightly.

"This is His Highness Beckett's reward for you." The Other, the loyal lackey, immediately jumped out, his eyes full of envy.

Among Beckett's subordinates, he had been the only one entitled to receive the universal healing fluid for injuries. Why should this captured prisoner receive the same treatment?

"One vial is enough to restore your ability to move freely. Now, get up and lead me to the royal hall treasury you remember." Watching Hela, whose face remained pale and whose forehead was still beaded with sweat, Beckett clasped his hands behind his back and gave the order.

As one of the Frost Giants' supreme treasures, Hela had naturally researched where the Casket of Ancient Winters was stored. That was also why Beckett had not killed her.

To take the Casket of Ancient Winters quietly, Hela had to remain as their guide.

"Wasn't this exactly why you deliberately revealed that you knew something about Jotunheim? Now, as you wished, lead the way."

Beckett's gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade, each glance piercing Hela's heart. A smile suddenly surfaced on her pale face. She staggered to her feet and reached out to take the fur coat Beckett tossed her.

"Do you know? The last person who dared to break into Laufey's treasury like this was turned into a permanent ice sculpture by him."

"That was because he failed."

"How do you know you won't fail?"

"Because I never fail." Beckett raised his head and looked toward the light obscured by ice and snow above Jotunheim Royal Court.

"As long as I want it, fate will stand with me."

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