Alvin and Hela's discussion about power ended on a sour note!
He could tell that Hela was discussing these things with him partly out of gratitude.
Yeah, it was the kind of thing where, I don't have anything that would interest you, so I'll use what I'm good at to do something for you...
Unfortunately, Alvin had no interest in figuring out how to boost his strength. How could he possibly have the patience to discuss improving magic that could make Skeletons dance on their graves?
If it really came down to it, wouldn't it be easier to slap on a few Runewords that increased skill levels?
And after the Space Stone had worked out so well, Alvin had even more powerful options. It was just that, for now, he had no use for them!
The Mind Stone, the Eternal Flame, and that Stone he'd gotten from the Dark Elves could probably each be used to make something even more powerful than a Runeword.
But what would he need them for?
He'd turned the Space Stone into a Ring so he could open Space Gates. The bonus lightning spells alone were probably enough to make Odin break out in a cold sweat. What would he need anything else for?
According to Alvin's logic, I'm already so strong that even I'm scared of myself. Why would I need brains?
Dragging someone who'd been born at the finish line back to the starting line was cruel to all the people who worked hard and thought things through.
"Curiosity" was something weaklings like Stark ought to worry about...
Ignoring Hela's look of disgust, Alvin ambled into the Prison's buffet.
After Alvin's earlier hint, the men had clearly become very interested in the soups labeled "for men."
Rick Castle, the slightly pudgy Clerk, had