I Want to See Ancient One

Fire Giant Surtur, never dreamed that one day he would die at the hands of Hela, a mere child.

He had previously lost to Odin.

That's acceptable, after all, Odin is indeed the strongest being in the Nine Realms.

Laufey, the Frost Giant wielding the Casket of Ancient Winters, and Odin, who ignited the Eternal Fire, were both no match for Odin. Although he was unconvinced, he still harbored some fear of Odin.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until now to make this decision.

But what's going on now?

Hela?

That's Odin's daughter, a little girl who's a whole generation younger than him!

When he fought Odin, Hela was still an infant in swaddling clothes!

"Why..."

"Why..."

Under Hela's control, the deathly power surged within Surtur's chest, and the chaotic torrent of energy gradually broke through Surtur's internal defenses, shattering his heart.

Surtur was furious and jealous.

In the final moments of his life, the jealousy in his chest could even be said to have overwhelmed his anger.

Why are Odin's children so strong?

Why did his child not even last a second against Odin?

We are all from the Nine Realms, all people who grew up nourished by the resources of the World Tree, so why should we be the only ones who benefit from it?

Why is it that your Asgardian's talent has allowed you to dominate the Nine Realms?

Odin was like that back then, and now Hela is doing the same thing.

Hela went even further, killing him, the Fire Giant king who was of the same generation as Odin.

Then he recalled the information he had previously gathered: Odin's other two sons had also killed Laufey, a member of the Frost Giant of Jotunheim.

Surtur was filled with resentment.

If you really want to count, their giant race was the first race to appear in the entire Nine Realms.

The Asgardian were latecomers and not advanced in their studies.

"Because I am the King of Asgard."

With a cold expression, Hela swung her final blade, extinguishing Surtur's last glimmer of hope.

The enormous head rolled to the ground.

As if drawn by something, the Eternal Fire, propelled by Hela's incantation, swiftly returned to his headless body, burning fiercely.

Destiny?

She never believed in fate.

She only trusts herself.

The Fire Giant, destined to destroy Asgard and create Twilight of the Gods, was slain by Hela, the Queen of Asgard, who broke free from her fate. The history of Asgard, under her leadership, is about to turn towards an unknown future.

Hela didn't know what the new future would be like, but she was certain that it would be wonderful.

It will be great.

What are you looking at me for?

Leaning against the ruins of the palace, Beckett crossed his arms and asked.

He felt that Hela's gaze at him earlier was a little strange.

"I'm wondering when you'll change this personality trait that annoys me." Hela, her long, smooth black hair now past her shoulders, stepped down from her fighting mode Hela landed beside Beckett. Her gaze swept over the man who could drive her half-mad with anger, before settling on Thor, who was being held down by The Other.

"You... you protected Asgard?"

Thor, who witnessed Hela's entire battle, didn't know how to face Hela, his older sister whom he had never met and knew before.

"I am the Queen of Asgard, it is my duty." Hela shook her head, her brow furrowed with disappointment.

Disappointment with Thor.

"Why would Odin choose you as his successor?"

"He really is getting senile."

"Shut up!"

"He's your father! The man next to you just killed him not long ago—"

"You're the one who should shut up!" Seeing Thor's emotions suddenly become agitated after hearing Odin, Hela grabbed him by the throat and slammed Thor against the broken pillar next to Beckett!

Bang!

Smoke and dust flew everywhere!

Beckett curled his lip in boredom; he had no interest in the messy affairs of Hela's family.

"Don't emphasize my blood relation with Odin. I know better than you what our relationship really is."

"And don't stand on your moral high ground and talk to me about father and daughter. You have no idea what I sacrificed for Odin and for Asgard!"

"The resources you have enjoyed since birth, every inch of land your feet have trod, all of that was bought with my blood and lives by me and my men!"

"It wasn't you!"

"You're just a freeloader!"

The resentment that had been building up in Hela's chest for over a thousand years finally found an outlet. Thor's fierce roar and questioning left him speechless, unable to retort.

"I gave everything for Asgard, but Odin erased all traces of me from Asgard since my birth."

"All traces!"

"No one remembers me."

"The army doesn't remember me, the people don't remember me, and there's not even a single record of me in Asgard's official history!"

"My existence was completely erased by Odin, all because he wanted to sign that bullshit peace treaty!"

Thor roared angrily, and Thor could even clearly see the veins bulging on Hela's cheeks from her rage.

"Peace?"

"What a ridiculous joke!"

"Before I conquered the four corners of the earth for him, the most bloodthirsty and war-loving person in the entire Nine Realms was Odin!"

The resentment that had been building up for over a thousand years suddenly erupted, leaving Thor speechless when facing Hela.

"So don't mention Odin in front of me, he doesn't deserve it."

Hela, who hadn't felt such catharsis since the seal was broken, closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Now tell me, who took Frigga away?"

"..."

Three minutes later, the useless Thor was tossed aside by Hela like a rag doll.

"Are you done talking?"

Beckett, utterly bored, pursed his lips.

"Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One's people."

Hela was clearly much better after venting her frustrations.

"Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme?" Beckett frowned upon hearing this.

Speaking of which, his adoptive father Thanos went to hold off the Ancient One for him and hasn't returned to the Dark Order yet.

Even though his battle with Odin was over, and Odin was even dead...

"Are you going to bring Frigga back?"

"She is one of my Asgard. Ancient One has gone too far."

Hela's murderous intent was palpable.

Rushing into the palace dungeon to take Frigga away—this blatant manipulation undoubtedly enraged Hela.

This is a provocation against her authority as queen.

Where is the Ancient One?

"What, you're going too?" Hela, somewhat surprised.

"I'm enough on my own—"

"This is none of your business. I need to see the Ancient One." Beckett's words directly interrupted Hela's self-indulgent reverie.

"..."

Without a word, the incredibly sharp-looking Beckett continued its journey through the Bifrost's secret passage into post-war Asgard.

Worried, Woz stood by the window, tiptoeing and waving to Beckett below, his kind and adorable face beaming with joy. "Your His Highness Beckett!"