A day later, Thor was leisurely strolling through the gardens of Asgard, an even more troublesome ghost approached him.
He rubbed his throbbing temples, looking somewhat irritated at Hela, who was following him and had already walked around the garden three times.
"My dear sister! What exactly do you want?" He finally stopped, feeling his patience being worn down inch by inch.
Hela stopped as well, her malachite-green eyes fixed on him, revealing no trace of her obsession and possessiveness.
Her answer was simple and direct, as if stating a given fact.
"It's simple, I want you."
"..."
For the first time, Thor felt a little amazed, or rather, he had absolutely no idea how to respond to that statement.
Before this guy "died," the two were mortal enemies who wished they could grind each other to dust.
Why is it that after dying and being resurrected, my mind is acting strangely?
Hela stepped forward, her armor emitting a faint green glow. She tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing Thor: "What, am I not pretty? Don't you like me?"
"This isn't about how pretty you are!" Thor felt his blood pressure rising. "This is an ethical issue! I'm not Zeus's son! This whole thing sounds weird, okay!"
Hela scoffed dismissively, her tone filled with the disdain of a deity for mortal rules.
"We are gods, not humans. Mortal ethics and norms don't apply to us."
"It may not work, but what will people think of me after this? Will they say I wouldn't even spare my own sister?" Thor exclaimed in frustration.
"Gossip?" Hela's eyes suddenly turned cold. A Nightsword gleaming with a deathly light materialized in her hand. She casually swung it, the blade slicing through the air with a low hum. "Then I'll go and kill all those who gossip."
Thor was utterly speechless.
Good grief, so if you can't solve the problem, you'll target the person who discovered it, huh?
That's a very Hela line of thinking.
He took a deep breath and changed his perspective. "I already have a partner, okay? And more than one."
He thought this would make Hela back down, but to his surprise, she just gave him an even more contemptuous look.
"They are not as good as me." Hela's tone carried an innate arrogance. "We are all gods of Asgard, they are not. In terms of bloodline, power, and status, we are the most worthy."
She paused, as if announcing a favor. "And don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Anyway, I'll be the head, and they'll be the concubines. Managing the harem is a simple matter."
Thor didn't say anything, but he was internally ranting and raving.
Putting aside whether Emma Frost and Betsy would agree, just considering Emma Frost... asking her to be a mistress?
She'd really cause a scene! With Emma Frost's personality, how could she possibly tolerate anyone being superior to her?
Not to mention Hela's wicked nature to the core.
He seriously suspected that even someone as good-tempered as Wanda would eventually lose her temper and beat up this girl with smoky makeup and an aura of "I'm the best in the world" after spending too much time with her.
Thor glanced at Hela again, without making a sound.
The key point is that without the power of the Infinity Stones, you're only at the level of a single universe, and at best you can only bully someone like Madelyne.
Emma Frost and Betsy are now both genuine Universe Level, Wanda is even a host wielding Chaos Magic.
If Hela could defeat any one of those three right now, that would be a miracle.
One of them is the designated successor of Chaos Magic, and the other two were personally enhanced by him. How could they possibly be inferior to a mere, outdated Goddess of Death?
A thought suddenly flashed through Thor's mind. Looking into Hela's eyes, which were filled with obsessive and twisted adoration, he suddenly changed his strategy.
He seriously suspected that if the other party weren't currently unable to defeat him, they might actually knock him unconscious and drag him into the dungeons of the Underworld to play some unspeakable little games.
"Actually..." Thor feigned hesitation, "It's not entirely unacceptable."
Hela's eyes lit up instantly, and the almost overflowing possessiveness sent chills down Thor's spine.
She stared intently at Thor and pressed, "What are the conditions?"
Thor cleared his throat and stated his condition. "If you can reach one million Contribution Points, I can agree to your terms."
" Contribution Points?" Hela frowned in confusion; this term was clearly beyond her comprehension. "What are Contribution Points?"
"Well, you'll have to find out for yourself." Thor's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, revealing a cryptic expression. "Anyway, that's my word."
Having said that, he gave Hela no further chance to ask questions. With a turn, he activated the Law of Space and his figure vanished from the garden in an instant, leaving Hela standing there lost in thought.
Hela stood there, her dark green eyes gleaming with contemplation.
Contribution Points... one million...
Just then, a spatial fluctuation flashed by, and Poison Ivy Poison Ivy beside a flowerbed not far away.
She skillfully began tending to some exotic flowers and plants from another world in the gardens of Asgard.
Hela's eyes flickered, and in a flash, she appeared in front of Poison Ivy, looking down at her and asking, "What are Contribution Points?"
Her tone was cold and direct, devoid of any emotion, as if she were giving a command rather than asking a question.
Poison Ivy was startled by the sudden appearance, but after recognizing Hela, she patiently thought for a moment and then spoke:
"It's... the points you get for making significant contributions to the development of Frost City. It's said that with one million Contribution Points, you can have almost any wish granted by the City Lord's Mansion. This includes resurrecting loved ones, lovers, or even gaining powerful superpowers—it's all possible."
Hela's eyes lit up even more; this description matched Thor's conditions.
She then asked, "So, what constitutes a significant contribution to this city?"
"I'm not entirely sure about that," Poison Ivy shook her head.
"You'll have to ask City Lord Emma Frost for the specific evaluation criteria, but... I heard from people online that one Contribution Points on the black market is currently worth about 50,000 Frost Coin."
Fifty thousand... one million Contribution Points, that's five hundred billion Frost Coin.
Hela had no concept of this currency, but she grasped the most crucial information.
Emma Frost.
City Lord.
Having obtained the information she wanted, Hela didn't ask any more questions, nor did she even thank the "mortal" who provided the information.
In her view, this was simply a matter of course.
The next second, she turned around, her black cloak drawing a sharp arc in the air, and walked straight toward the most magnificent Asgard palace, shrouded in mist in the distance.
That was the office of Lord Emma Frost Frost.