The Return of the God of Fear

"Thor!"

The Avengers walked over and saw Thor and another mysterious woman emerging from the light of the Bifrost.

Thor was dressed in casual clothes, his dazzling blond hair tied back, with a black umbrella in his hand. This was his disguise on Earth; after all, his Thor armor and hammer were far too conspicuous.

"Thor." William greeted him. Beside Thor stood a woman with a slender figure, dressed in simple modern women's clothing. Her long blond hair framed a pair of proud eyes, and she exuded an overbearing aura.

"And this is?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce her. This is my sister, Hela." Thor grinned.

"Huh? Thor, you have a sister?" The Avengers were all somewhat surprised. However, the moment William heard the name Hela, his expression changed.

He might not have known much about Norse mythology, but of course he knew who Hela was.

Hela, the Death Goddess of Asgard—she had been the final boss of Thor 3. She had crushed Thor's Mjolnir with one hand and effortlessly slaughtered the Warriors Three and countless Asgardian warriors.

Not to mention how she had knocked Thor and Loki off the Bifrost and blinded one of Thor's eyes. If Thor had not summoned the Fire Giant in the end, who knew what the outcome would have been.

But Hela was here now, standing beside Thor. That meant the plot of Thor 3 had already changed. He knew it had to be related to the change in the world's alteration rate that night.

The strange look on William's face quickly disappeared. Hela merely gave him an extra glance and said nothing.

"Thor, you came at just the right time. Strange hammers have descended upon our world. Whoever picks one up turns into a terrifying enemy. Do you know what is going on?"