The Goal: Turn Malekith into a Dish

In Asgard, in a magnificent palace, Odin reclines on his throne, eyes closed in contemplation, his mind racing as he considers everything he needs to do next. Meanwhile, the elegant and graceful Frigga, carrying a fruit platter, gracefully ascends the steps to stand before Odin.

"Is it really okay to let Hela handle the Midgard situation alone?"

Frigga, placing the fruit platter on the armrest of Odin's throne, sighed, worried about her daughter who hadn't returned to Asgard for "a long time." Midgard was not like Asgard, Hela, far from home, didn't have the entirety of Asgard to rely on.

"Of course, because she is my daughter."

Odin, reclining on his throne, opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sending a chill down Frigga.

"Odin ..."

"I know what you're worried about, Frigga. Vanaheim will pay for their betrayal, and no one can change that." Odin's tone was calm, but it was this calmness that made Frigga understand that the people who controlled her homeland had truly angered the ruler of Asgard this time.

At a time when the War of the Nine Realms is raging, Vanaheim, as an ally of Asgard, has not only failed to increase its support for Asgard but has also stabbed them in the back and even betrayed them, acting as a double agent. This is something Odin cannot tolerate. The rulers of Vanaheim must pay the price for this foolish decision—a bloody price.

"Vanaheim will not perish, I can assure you, Frigga."

"I believe you, Odin." Frigga sighed inwardly. Who told her family to be so spineless, making such a short-sighted move? Asgard was already the strongest of the Nine Realms, and now Odin had even reached a cooperation agreement with a powerful force outside the Nine Realms. In her view, the situation of the Nine Realms falling under Asgard was already very clear. Anyone who tried to stop them was like a mantis trying to stop an army—overestimating their own strength.

But those idiots were oblivious to their own ignorance and smugly betrayed their cause.

"But isn't it too risky for you to tell Thanos about the Aether?"

"Otherwise what? Thanos isn't so easily fooled. He won't act unless he gets something that interests him enough." Odin understood this better than anyone. From the moment he saw Beckett, whose body was flowing with the energy of the Infinity Stones, he knew how he should make a deal with Thanos.

The Aether, which had once been used by the Dark Elves, naturally appeared in Odin's mind.

He couldn't very well trade the Space Stone he possessed for Thanos's support.

"I gave him the clue about the Aether. Whether he can find it and break the seal after finding it is his own business."

Anyway, he didn't lie to anyone.

"Your His Highness Beckett, we are about to arrive at C53 Planet."

In the magnificent universe, Beckett, sitting at the control panel, listened to Woz's reminder, slowly stood up, and walked to the window of the warship, where the blue planet was right in front of him.

According to his adoptive father Thanos, he and his army will wait here for the Asgard Bifrost to transport them to their destination— Svartalfheim, the home of the Dark Elves.

The cosmic treasure, also known as the Aether and whose true name is the Reality Stone, is right there, if Odin wasn't lying.

"Your His Highness Beckett, do we really have to wait for that Bifrost?" The Other's voice was a little weak, perhaps because he had been working hard for three days.

He really didn't want to experience the feeling of the Bifrost again. He didn't know why, but that thing was simply incompatible with his race.

The Other will never forget the embarrassing moments he experienced after getting dizzy on a bridge twice in a row.

"Um."

With his arms crossed over his chest, Beckett gave The Other a very clear answer, and the latter could only accept the fact dejectedly and sit back down in his seat.

His body has been weak these past two days and he hasn't recovered yet.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz has located Ms. Hela's communication channel. Shall we connect?"

Woz's voice rang out again after the battleship group entered the atmosphere of C53 Planet.

"That woman's communication channel?" Beckett asked, puzzled. Didn't Hela use some kind of magical communication?

"So-called magical communication is also regular, Your His Highness Beckett," Woz's voice carried a hint of unspoken pride. Its ability to evolve with the times was the biggest reason Thanos was able to keep it by Beckett's side.

"And what Woz excels at is deciphering patterns."

Somewhere on Earth, Hela, who had just cleared out a Nine Realms Allied Army base and hadn't even had time to wipe the blood splattered on her body, suddenly saw a bright blue screen appear before her, with the smile of the big-faced raccoon clearly visible on it.

"Hello, Ms. Hela."

Woz's polite demeanor made Hela frown.

"Woz?" Hela, who had already interacted with Beckett, was no stranger to this Artificial Intelligence life form that accompanied Beckett. She frowned, simply because Woz's appearance was too unexpected.

"Your magic doesn't seem as mysterious as you claim." An annoying voice came from the screen, and Beckett's hideous face came into Hela's view, clearly visible.

"What do you want to do? I'm not like you, I don't have the habit of being naked." Hela, understanding Beckett's meaning, retorted without mercy.

"It's just to let Woz position himself." Sitting in the control chair, Beckett wore a smile that Hela loathed. In just a few seconds, she could already see the fleet of warships on the horizon.

The sound was overwhelming, and the engine noise was deafening.

"Of course, this decision does not require your consent."

The virtual image displayed on the screen instantly darkened Hela's face. She hated this feeling, but according to her father's instructions, she would have to fight alongside this annoying fellow for the foreseeable future until they conquered Svartalfheim and made Malekith, the inexplicably resurrected Dark Elf leader, a dish of the same name on Asgard's table.

Hela instantly saw that annoying face disappear from her sight after directly changing the magic waveband and ending the call. The next second, a dense formation of warships had already landed in front of her.

A roaring shockwave whipped up natural frost and snow that fell onto Hela's long, dark hair. Beckett, clad in silver armor, followed closely by The Other, appeared before Hela.

"Hmm? Your hair has faded, you've been detoxified?" Hela looked directly at the man who was getting closer and closer to her, raised an eyebrow, and said words of welcome.

Beckett paused, then walked step by step to Hela. They were so close that Hela could even hear Beckett breathing.

"What do you want to do?" Hela's eyelids twitched involuntarily as she looked up to meet his gaze, showing no sign of weakness.

"You are afraid."

"Nonsense."

"You can't beat me."

"..." Hela's silent face only made Beckett's arrogant smile grow even more unrestrained.

Hela suddenly had the idea to slaughter the white sheep named Beckett that she kept at her San Siro Ranch in Asgard and turn it into a dish.

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