Valkyrie saw Apocalypse seize Hela. With no one stopping her, she went straight back into her own ship.
Apocalypse was not in a hurry.
He gave her some time to adjust.
Sure enough, Valkyrie lay on her bed, trying to "wake up" from the dream, but she tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.
In the end, she gritted her teeth, took out another bottle of hard liquor, and gulped it down in one go.
A strong rush of alcohol surged from her stomach to her head. You could not taste alcohol in a dream.
Valkyrie finally confirmed that this was not a dream.
Holding another bottle of liquor, Valkyrie stood at the ship's entrance and called out, "Are you really asking me to be king?"
"Yes. This is the unanimous decision of Queen Frigga, the current king Thor, the Council of Elders, and me," Apocalypse said.
"Why?"
"Because you would make a good king. Right now, no one in Asgard wants to be king."
"Fuck~~~" Valkyrie could not help swearing again.
What kind of bullshit reason was that?
What did he mean, no one wanted to be king? Did the throne of Asgard's divine kingdom eat people or something?
Such a vast divine kingdom, yet they could not find a single suitable person to inherit the throne?
"I don't believe it." Valkyrie looked toward Hela. "She doesn't want to be king either?"
"Of course I do, but..." Hela said.
"No! You don't!" Apocalypse cut in.
Hela was so furious that she ground her teeth, yet there was nothing she could do. She could only snort coldly and turn her head away.
Then Apocalypse spread his hands. "See? No one wants the job. So it's you."
"..."
A thousand wild horses thundered through Valkyrie's mind.
The Goddess of Death,