"Then I'll gladly accept."
Lucian nodded, accepting Frigga's promise with complete composure.
Thor had begged him to take this job in the first place, and he had saved the Queen of the Gods along the way. Taking a few benefits was only right. Besides, facing Kurse head-on, forcibly drawing energy from an Alternate Dimension, and using Matter Transmutation to petrify that lump of flesh really had depleted a little of his energy. Taking a couple of divine artifacts from Odin's treasury to replenish himself was hardly excessive.
He had done the work. If he didn't collect his payment now, was he supposed to save it for New Year's?
Lucian turned around, his gaze settling on Jane Foster, who was leaning against a jade pillar.
Jane's face was deathly pale, her lips cracked. Utterly drained, she had slid down to sit on the floor, and even her breathing was extremely faint. After something as overbearing as the Aether had inhabited her body for so long, her vitality had grown terribly weak, even though Malekith hadn't damaged her foundations when he extracted it.
Lucian's right hand.
Brilliant golden light shone in his palm. Gentle, steady Healing Energy formed a slender stream of light that flowed through the air and into Jane's chest.
In the original story, this astrophysicist later developed cancer and eventually became Mighty Thor through the fragments of Mjolnir. But Thor's power only cleared away external ailments. It couldn't eliminate the cancer cells in her body, and it also purged her targeted medication, ultimately leading to her death. Lucian's Mental Power followed the golden light through her internal organs, examining them carefully.
Fortunately, although her cellular activity was low, it was still stable. At this point in time, there were no signs of pathological changes yet.
As long as he