"The wind is blowing?"

The confused raccoon looked up at the starry sky of Asgard, blinking, not feeling the breeze on his face.

"Where's the wind?"

"What wind?"

"Asgardian wind, of course, little bunny."

The name in his mouth was still "Rabbit", which made the raccoon jump straight up, and Thor, who was carrying a wine bottle, jumped off the eaves and walked back to his room in a leisurely manner.

[Father, mother, and Hela.] 】

[You guys, what's going on?] 】

[Now, I should be able to see it clearly.] 】

Thor, who didn't give the raccoon any time to ask questions, locked the door and lay upright on the bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Figuring out what happened to the turmoil in Asgard 2,000 years ago is the key to Thor's willingness to get out of his autistic hut.

Otherwise, is the game not fun, or the beer bad?

Does he have to play a hand in time travel?

He didn't quite understand why his sister, who never seemed to exist, had such a hatred for his father, Odin, or even his mother, Frigga.

He didn't know why his father, Odin, would have wiped out all traces of his daughter's life in Asgard.

[Your Highness Hela, she is a very good person, who has opened up territory and made contributions to our Asgard. 】

[Although my temper is not very good, I think Asgard will definitely go to the next peak under the leadership of His Royal Highness Hela in the future. 】

The words he had heard sneaking in the tavern since the time crossing, about his sister Hela, echoed in Thor's ears over and over again, and accompanied him to sleep.

The next day, when the sky was still dawning, Hela, who had already arranged everything, sat in her bedroom, carving the last stroke of the magic array under her feet, and muttering words in her mouth.

Shout!

Colorful light flashed, and the sharp sound of breaking wind immediately raised her long hair.

Holding the Psychic Scepter, Beckett had a red tail wrapped around his waist and appeared in front of Hela after the light had dissipated.

"You don't really feel like you're in a state of confinement." Hela didn't see the slightest hint of bad state in Beckett's face.

"My Twenty Reviews."

Beckett didn't bother to pay attention to Hela's greeting, and directly reached out for the product.

"That one of my subordinates only wrote nineteen reviews overnight, and the rest will be given to you when I get back."

It's not an easy job to write a review that can fool Thanos, not to mention that Beckett finally asked for twenty articles at once.

"Exact time."

Beckett, who took the paper, took a look at it, and after confirming that the contents were correct, he threw the Psychic Scepter in his hand to Hela.

The posture is extremely casual.

"The day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

Even with the help of the Mind Gem, it would not be easy to capture Jotunheim all at once. After all, as far as Odin once said, Laufey had already stolen part of the World Tree's power.

"Aren't you afraid that your father will really think of you as a rebel?"

Beckett was curious about this.

What Hela did was undoubtedly no different from rebellion from the perspective of an outsider, and as the well-deserved overlord of the Nine Realms at the moment, what would Odin think in his heart?

"Remember what I told you in Watt Alheim?" Hela didn't respond positively, but asked rhetorically.

"Your father would never raise a butcher's knife against his army?" Beckett, whose mind was brought back to Watt Alheim, instantly remembered what Hela had said to herself in her room.

"My father is the king of the Nine Realms, and he can definitely see what my purpose is, so put away your play-watching mentality."

Hela didn't know what was going on in Beckett's head, she just wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

"We'll see."

Beckett put the nineteen reviews in his bracelet and stood back in the circle, motioning for Hela to send him back.

"You'll have to wait a while, the hole in the Rainbow Bridge isn't so easy to drill." Forcibly restraining herself from the idea of touching the Mind Gem right now, Hela explained, turning her head.

Finding the loophole in the Rainbow Bridge was no easy task for her, not to mention the fact that she had to hide it from the gatekeeper Heimdall.

Beckett didn't respond, just looked at Hela quietly, and the latter's gaze began to dodge unconsciously.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious why you risked being treated as a traitor by Odin to do this."

This is also something that Beckett has not understood all along.

Hela is still so young, and Odin is already in the prime of life, and the future throne of Asgard is destined to be Hela's.

She simply couldn't afford to "turn the other cheek" with Odin for an illusory peace issue, which would undoubtedly make a thorn appear in Odin's heart.

A thorn that cannot be erased.

"Is it worth it?"

"Of course." Hela replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Beckett, do you have ideals?"

"What?" Beckett, who was questioned again, squinted his eyes, unable to figure out what Hela was trying to say.

"My dream is for Asgard to reign over the Nine Realms, and indeed the entire universe, and I can give everything for that. What about you? Hela opened her hands and spoke of the ideals that had been ingrained in her bones since she was a child.

"Become the strongest warrior in the universe and kill Frieza. and helping his father achieve his ideals. Beckett, who couldn't guess Hela's thoughts, replied truthfully.

Anyway, when she was in Midgard, Hela had already read his memories because of the fusion and complementarity of her souls, and it was no secret to her that Frieza or something.

"So, what if your two ideas conflict with each other?" The corners of Hela's mouth went up, and she spoke very quickly.

"What?" Beckett's eyes froze.

"What would you do if your desire to become the strongest warrior in the universe clashes with your desire to help your father achieve his ideals?"

"Just like now, there is a divergence and deviation between my ideals and my father's ideals, so I choose to rebel against my father and correct my father in my own way."

"What about you?"

"If your ideals conflict with your father's, would you make the same choice as I did?"

"Or do you want to sacrifice yourself to fulfill your father?"

The speed at which she spoke sounded very oppressive.

In fact, these words did hit Beckett's heart like a hammer.

[I will...... What to do? 】

Beckett had never thought about this before that......

"No, there will be no conflict between me and my father." As his thoughts flowed, Beckett, who had almost been taken into the ditch by Hela, came back to his senses, his eyes full of determination.

Hela shrugged indifferently, and with one hand raised a rainbow of light, Beckett's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"People are subject to change."

"My father has become a bit old and confused, and that's the best proof of that."

With a scepter in hand, Hela slowly walked out of the palace and looked out over the great rivers and mountains of Asgard.

Even if it's as strong as Odin, it will change............