"Hela?!"
Hao Shuai's words brought to Odin's mind the image of a black-haired woman dressed in green.
She was covered in blood, her eyes filled with contempt for life and hatred for him.
The thought of himself growing weaker by the day while that woman grew stronger with each passing day—
Odin could hardly eat or sleep!
To be honest, Hao Shuai's offer was very tempting. After all, Odin had experienced Hao Shuai's strength firsthand.
At the thought that there might be a way to avert the Ragnarok that had troubled him for countless years, Odin's expression relaxed, and his mood improved considerably.
Hao Shuai had been watching Odin's face, and now he couldn't help feeling speechless.
Someone was going after his daughter, and the father was actually happy?
Just how terrible was their relationship?
It was clear that Odin, King of the Gods of Asgard, had been a complete failure when it came to raising a family.
His eldest daughter, Hela, was far too rebellious, while his adopted son, Loki, was obsessed with power.
The only suitable legitimate heir, Thor, was an arrogant brute with nothing but muscle in his head.
Clearly, Asgard had done a terrible job preparing its crown prince.
Odin had no idea that Hao Shuai was looking down on him. Seeing that they had reached an agreement, he invited him, "Please join us at the palace. Thor can take you to the vault to choose some treasures."
To Odin's surprise, Hao Shuai smiled and looked at Gungnir in his hand. "I've already picked one."
"You want Gungnir?!"
Odin nearly choked on Hao Shuai's words.
Good grief, you really weren't holding back. Gungnir was Asgard's most powerful weapon, a symbol of authority and glory. If he let Hao Shuai take it, how was he supposed to