Odin Came Calling! Mastering an Asgardian Divine Art in Half a Day!

Kamar-Taj.

For The Ancient One, today was a special day.

Her tea room welcomed an unusual guest.

The newcomer had white hair and wore ragged, coarse cloth clothes, looking just like any wandering old man found by the roadside.

Yet in the entire Multiverse, absolutely no one dared to underestimate him.

Because he was the lord of the Nine Realms, the King of the Gods, Odin.

"Lord Odin, what brings you to grace Kamar-Taj with your presence?"

The Ancient One leisurely poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it across to him.

"I have encountered some trouble and would like to ask you for a favor."

Odin skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point.

"Oh? Why not tell me what it is first?"

The Ancient One picked up her teacup and gently blew away the steam.

She and Odin shared no friendship; in fact, they had once fought over territory. For this high and mighty god king to suddenly run over and ask for help could not possibly mean anything good.

"Hela... is almost impossible to suppress anymore."

A trace of exhaustion flashed through Odin's single eye as his voice dropped low.

Hearing that name, The Ancient One's expression instantly sank.

"You gave me your word back then that she could never get out!" The Ancient One's tone turned stern.

When Hela was sealed on Earth, The Ancient One had personally made a trip to Asgard to demand an explanation from Odin.

The two had even engaged in a fierce battle, and in the end, Odin made a solemn oath guaranteeing that Hela could never break the seal. Only then did The Ancient One reluctantly agree to leave this ticking time bomb on Earth.

"That was hundreds of years ago, The Ancient One."

"I... have grown old."