New Asgard, Norway, Universe Two.
Yang Bo and Skye were strolling through a small plaza, with a woman following behind them.
Yang Bo had made a special trip to the Nether to bring Hela here and show her what New Asgard was like now.
She was dressed in ordinary clothes and wore a hood. After all, there were plenty of Asgardians here, and she wanted to avoid being recognized and causing a commotion.
The plaza was crowded with tourists who had come to visit New Asgard.
Tourism was one of the Asgardians' current sources of income.
It was actually rather laughable when he thought about it. The mighty Asgardians were now making a living from tourists on Earth.
Even if Thor had gone to another planet and brought back a little advanced civilian technology, it would have been enough for the Asgardians to live comfortably on Earth.
With her arm hooked through Yang Bo's, Skye pointed at a stage play being performed nearby and said, "Let's go take a look."
Yang Bo paused briefly, then reached up and took the angel halo off Skye's head.
"Don't sneak that on again, or I'll keep wanting to commit a little sacrilege..."
Behind them, Hela radiated a brooding aura. The main reason was that, as an Asgardian herself, how could she not be furious at seeing what her people had become?
The secondary reason was that the shameless couple ahead of her didn't treat her like a person at all. They kept flaunting their affection without the slightest regard for a young maiden who had been single for thousands of years.
If she could have beaten him, she would have stabbed Yang Bo to death right then.
Watching the story unfold onstage, Yang Bo gave a teasing smile and turned toward the scowling