"No! I will never acknowledge it! Odin is already dead! What right did he have to arrange my life?"
Like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, Hela immediately displayed intense anger and dissatisfaction.
After all, Odin had exiled and sealed her away for thousands of years. That towering hatred could not be dispelled with just a few casual words.
By contrast, when Thor heard that his father had arranged everything before his death, he immediately relaxed from his tense combat stance and asked probingingly, "Can I see the contents of that contract?"
"Of course! As the most trustworthy person in the entire Multiverse, I keep backups of every contract that has been signed. Here, take it."
Raymond raised his hand and directly retrieved a parchment scroll covered in tiny writing from the archives of the Ninth Layer of Baator, tossing it to Thor. At the same time, he turned his gaze toward the Death Goddess, who wore an unconvinced expression.
After roughly two or three seconds, he asked with a faintly mocking smile, "You don't actually think I'm negotiating with you, do you?
"No. I'm merely issuing a notice and an order.
"Whether you are willing to accept it or not, the outcome will not change.
"Because the terms of the contract must be fulfilled.
"That is an absolute rule that cannot be questioned or challenged.
"Of course, if you believe you can defeat me, feel free to try.
"For Odin's sake, I can give you one free opportunity without making you pay any price."
Before Hela could respond, Little Annie, who had been watching the show from afar for quite some time, finally jumped out and kindly reminded her, "I'd advise you not to try. Trust me, you won't have even the slightest chance."
"Really?"
Hela looked Raymond