Falling

The fall gave them a chance to talk. Rather than having Cloak fly, Su Ming had jumped down himself, intending to use this time to ask for some answers.

Hela was still waiting for Su Ming's answer, asking why he knew her secret, but she was destined to receive no response.

"Does it matter?"

Su Ming asked the same question again, but the different context left Hela speechless.

Feeling the fierce wind sweep over his head and shoulders, Su Ming sighed softly and asked, "Was it worth it?"

Hela remained silent.

The decisions of gods were difficult for ordinary people to understand. Over a long life, whether they chose to do something was often not because it was worth doing.

They did it because they wanted to.

"Loki didn't write your story very well. Don't you intend to change it?" Su Ming asked another question. Though the howling rush of air was unceasing, he knew Hela could hear him.

Hela finally answered weakly. Her body could no longer withstand the weightlessness caused by their rapid descent. She felt as though she were truly about to die, and everything had become weightless.

"Isn't he changing it already? You think you've won, but he has already achieved his goal. The instant you defeated me, history changed."

"Of course I know. I was never supposed to exist in this universe. The moment I arrived, everything should have changed. Loki merely forced the story to continue in a way that was neither here nor there."

Su Ming answered calmly. He had long since made his judgment on such matters.

As for winning or losing?

As long as he got his hands on the benefits he was after, anyone could think they had won. Mercenaries did not care about that.

If Hela were willing to