???
A series of question marks slowly appeared on Thor's face.
He was completely bewildered.
Is this really his universe?
Was he really not cursed by anyone and just came to the wrong place?
The Hela, the sister he had personally ended and who wished could grind him to dust, why did she look at him after her resurrection as if he were a heartless scumbag who had abandoned him?
And then there's Steve Rogers next to him, once a moral exemplar and a beacon of human spirit, now all he says is "fuck," his behavior is appallingly low.
Thor strongly suspects that there is something wrong with the feng shui of this universe.
Thor wasn't the only one bewildered; the other survivors on the battlefield also looked at Thor with extremely strange expressions.
Luna Snow Seol Hee quietly leaned close to Cyclone Lei Ling's ear and whispered, "Um... is there such a thing in Northern Europe mythology?"
As a K-pop idol, she may not be an expert on the various fan-created pairing cultures, but she has certainly heard of them. However, the situation she is facing is far beyond her understanding.
Even on Cyclone Lei Ling Ling's usually calm and composed face, a rare crack appeared. She shook her head:
"I don't know. But since all those ridiculous things in the Olympus mythology are true, it seems... quite normal for these so-called gods to have a chaotic private life."
"I think it was Thor abandoned his sister." Kraven the Hunter had been mostly unnoticed in the corner, suddenly interjected, his tone as certain as if he had witnessed it himself.
Meanwhile, several women in Asgard felt their worldviews were being shaken.
The Enchantress Amora and Lorelei exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gossip and disbelief. Finally, they both turned their gaze to Angela.
Angela felt a chill run down her spine under that gaze, instinctively taking two steps back, raising her hands, and giving me a "don't touch me" look.
"Don't look at me," she said coldly. "I didn't grow up in Asgard. I have no interest in or knowledge of this kind of ethical drama."
Steve Rogers was stunned for a while before finally recovering from the shock of Thor's instant kill of Doom and the bizarre atmosphere of the family drama before him.
He walked up to Thor, patted him hard on the shoulder, and grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow by gunpowder.
" Thor," he exclaimed, "You're fucking awesome! You didn't even spare your own sister!"
Thor: "..."
He was too lazy to argue anymore.
Judging from the current situation, no matter how I explain, these people will probably just think I'm covering up the truth.
This is definitely not his problem! There's something wrong with the universe!
Thor turned his head with a gloomy expression, ignoring the crowd of onlookers behind him, his gaze sharp as lightning as he stared directly at his former sister.
" Hela," he said, enunciating each word with suppressed rage, "You'd better explain to me what you mean by 'your Thor.' Otherwise, I wouldn't mind showing you what a fist the size of a sandbag feels like."
However, Hela was not intimidated by his threat; instead, she laughed even more maniacally, her emerald eyes radiating a morbid possessiveness that seemed to overflow.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her dark green lips, saying in an almost aria-like tone, "My dear Thor, my good brother... you don't want... anything to happen to your little girlfriend Jane Foster, do you?"
Before he could finish speaking, Thor abruptly turned to Steve Rogers and asked, " Steve! What's going on? Is Jane dead or alive?"
"Huh?" Steve scratched his messy hair, looking completely bewildered. "Hela killed Hela with her own hands! I swear, I don't have dementia, and I definitely don't have presbyopia!"
Seeing that Thor didn't believe him, he desperately raised three fingers and swore, "If I'm lying, may that old bastard Nick Fury be struck by lightning!"
Thor was utterly speechless.
Okay, he's convinced now that his Captain America of the universe is completely unreliable.
He looked at Hela again, his voice devoid of any emotion. "What exactly do you want?"
"Fight me." Hela's smile faded slightly, replaced by an intense longing, the excitement of a hunter seeing his most prized prey.
"You were able to suppress me in Asgard back then, but now, with the power of the gems! You can never suppress me again!"
Thor almost laughed in exasperation after hearing this.
Dude, did the Infinity Stones fry your brain?
The one who just pinned you to the ground, Doom Supreme, couldn't even withstand a single finger of mine; I wiped him out on the level of existence.
Where does your confidence come from, that you think you can do it?
Hela seemed to see through his thoughts, but she didn't care. She walked forward step by step, the Six Infinity Stones on her body shimmering, making her already pale face appear even more eerie.
"I won," she announced, as if stating a given fact, "You are mine."
Thor casually retorted, "What if you lose?"
Upon hearing this, Hela's eyes did not waver in the slightest; instead, they became even more excited and fervent—a joy bordering on madness.
"Then I," she laughed, her voice trembling with a sickly tenderness, "Will submit to you."
Thor was completely speechless.
He felt that his super brain had also crashed, just like Amadeus Zhao's.
What happened?
This guy seems completely indifferent to winning or losing.
Regardless of the outcome, she seems to be enjoying it?
And could you please tone down that stimulant glint in your eyes?
Does this really fit your "Goddess of Death" persona?!