Chapter 137: Modifying Permissions, Making the Eldest Princess of the God Realm Cry
"Paying rent?"
Hela was embedded in the cold outer wall of the Underground Treasury, her chest heaving violently.
She forced down the metallic taste of blood welling up in her throat, a wild, arrogant smile stretching across her dust-covered face.
"Outsider, have you mistaken something?"
"I am the eldest daughter of Asgard."
"As long as this land remains, as long as the ley lines of the God Realm do not run dry, I am immortal!"
Lin Nuo didn't take her wild words to heart at all.
The man's attention was even focused on the soft, delicate girl in his arms.
His large palm showed no intention of preparing for battle; instead, it traced the hem of her dark red dress, brushing against the side of Wanda's leg with a phantom touch.
The moment his scalding fingertips made contact, Wanda's body immediately tensed up, and she shrank into the man's embrace like a startled cat.
Her legs felt weak.
If not for Lin Nuo's powerful arm firmly encircling her slender waist, she would have long since been unable to stand and would have collapsed onto the ruins.
"Hubby... not here..."
Wanda bit her full lower lip, a pitiful mist welling up in her eyes.
In public, and even in front of an alien demon god, this suggestive teasing made her toes curl in embarrassment.
"Not here?"
Lin Nuo lowered his voice, his hot breath fanning against her neck, his tone filled with righteous dominance.
"Didn't you just promise to follow my every whim?"
"And now I can't even touch you?"
The man's fingertips deliberately gave her waist a gentle squeeze.
"Ugh..."
Wanda's breathing completely lost its rhythm; she could only cling weakly to his broad shoulders, burying her burning cheeks deep into the collar of his trench coat.
"I was wrong... please, Hubby, don't bully me here... wait until we get back..."
"You said it."
Lin Nuo was very satisfied with her bottomless compromise, and his large hand gave her lower back a firm rub.
"When we get back tonight, I have a hundred ways to make you fulfill those words yourself."
Watching the two of them being intimate as if no one else were there, the muscles in Hela's face twitched uncontrollably.
"You wretched couple, enough is enough!"
Hela's roar pierced through the entire ruins.
Along with her fury, the ley line energy deep within Asgardbegan to riot like never before.
The battered earth let out a low hum.
Visible dark green vitality turned into a physical torrent, surging wildly from the ground and pouring continuously into Hela's body.
"I am the incarnation of Asgard!"
"I possess the highest authority over this land!"
Hela let out a long howl, forcibly pulling her body out of the indentation in the wall.
As the massive energy poured in, the wounds on her body healed at a speed that defied medical logic.
The armor shattered by Lin Nuo's slap reformed over her body, her pressure rising steadily.
She stepped onto the scorched earth, greedily enjoying the thrill of her power being replenished.
"You are very strong, I won't deny that."
"But you can't kill me!"
"Here, my magic is infinite!"
"Even if it takes all day, I will wear you down until you're a withered corpse!"
The wind howled, blowing Wanda's long hair in all directions.
The terrifying energy fluctuations belonging to an ancient deity made the little Witch, who had only recently acquired magic, feel palpitations.
"Hubby..."
Wanda's slender arms tightly hugged the man's neck, her voice tinged with a bit of fear.
"What are you afraid of?"
Lin Nuo gave a nonchalant smile.
"Just a leaky power strip connected to a power bank."
After saying that, he directly cupped the back of Wanda's head and lowered his head to kiss her.
The kiss was without warning, yet so forceful that it was impossible to resist.
Lin Nuo easily pried open her slightly parted teeth, his warm tongue driving straight in, dominantly plundering her breath.
"Mmm..."
Wanda was forced to tilt her head back, all sounds swallowed by the faint wet noises of their entwined lips and tongues.
The man's strength was so great it felt as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.
She could only endure this storm-like plunder, letting the man take away her oxygen bit by bit.
Until the energy on Hela's side reached its peak.
"Die, insect!"
Hela raised both hands, and a giant Sword of the Night Sky, a hundred meters long, formed above her head.
If this sword were to strike down, even the entire Underground Treasury would be split in two.
Only then did Lin Nuo, still wanting more, release the nearly suffocating girl in his arms.
He used his thumb to wipe the suggestive moisture from the corner of Wanda's mouth and, looking at her swollen, enticing lips, coaxed her softly.
"Be good, stay right here."
"Hubby's going to unplug the network cable."
After speaking, Lin Nuo finally turned his gaze toward Helain mid-air.
The man's long, well-defined fingers pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
At that very second, his originally distinct black-and-white pupils were replaced by two clusters of blood-red magical light.
[Reality Modification Core Authority], fully activated.
This wasn't a simple magical clash.
This was a forced tampering based on the underlying logic of the Universe.
Lin Nuo raised his right hand and, toward Hela's direction, perfunctorily snapped his fingers.
"Snap."
This slight snap seemed insignificant within the violent energy vortex.
But the moment the sound fell, the hundred-meter giant sword above Hela's head flickered like a faulty neon light and instantly dissolved into a pool of meaningless spots of light, scattering with the wind.
The air became terrifyingly still.
"What's going on?!"
Hela's movements stiffened.
She desperately channeled the power within her, trying to reform her killing move, only to find that her effortless sense of control had vanished.
More fatally, the land of Asgard beneath her feet, which had been continuously supplying energy, had changed.
Lin Nuo's will directly bypassed all the laws of mythic dimensions and forcibly reconstructed the Planet's underlying protocols.
Within this second, all of Asgard's ley line energy nodes had their identification codes replaced.
The earth of the God Realm, which had treated Hela as the primary authority holder just a second ago, blacklisted her the next.
The dark green vital energy, as if avoiding a plague, rapidly flowed back into the ground.
Severed.
Completely severed.
A unilateral forced network disconnection!
Even the original magic reserves within Hela's body were being ruthlessly sucked back by the earth.
"No! This is impossible!"
Hela completely panicked.
She was like a fish forcibly plucked from the deep sea and thrown directly into the desert to bake in the sun.
A feeling of suffocation and an unprecedented sense of weakness instantly flooded through her entire body.
She watched helplessly as her newly healed wounds split open again.
The dark green battle armor covering her body, losing its energy support, began to fall off in pieces like rusted iron.
"What did you do to me?"
"What on earth did you do?!"
Hela collapsed to her knees, her hands clawing desperately at the scorched earth, trying to re-establish the connection she took so much pride in.
But there was nothing.
Not a single response.
This land, where she had lived for thousands of years, was now completely blocking her signal.
"I told you, I came with a legal merger and acquisition agreement."
Lin Nuo pulled the now-steady Wanda back with one hand, his large palm resting once more on the girl's soft waist.
He strode forward, walking step by step to Hela, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the flavor of this morning's coffee.
"The property rights have already been transferred."
"Do you, a former tenant refusing to move out, still expect to connect to the free WiFi here?"
"Your administrator permissions have been revoked by me from the backend."
Hela propped herself up with her hands on the ground, gasping for air in large gulps.
The divine body she was so proud of was rapidly deteriorating.
Her originally glamorous face, losing its magical nourishment, even began to show an unmistakable hint of shriveled exhaustion.
She had never felt such genuine panic.
This wasn't a physical blow, but a total negation of her very existence.
This man in the black trench coat had not only crushed her in strength but had also forcibly invalidated the ley lines she relied on for survival at their very source.
"Give... give me back my power..."
Hela's voice was hoarse to the extreme.
It was the whimpering of a beaten dog after the arrogance bred into its bones had been completely shattered.
Leaning against Lin Nuo, Wanda looked at the woman on the ground who had just been shouting about destroying heaven and earth, but now couldn't even stand.
She once again realized the terrifying nature of her man.
He could even toy with the rules of reality at will.
In this Universe, who else could possibly defy him?
Wanda's heart beat extremely fast.
The thought of wanting to completely surrender, to be entirely possessed by him, submerged her like rapidly growing vines.
She uncontrollably clung to the man's arm, pressing her soft body tightly against him, and coaxed him in a voice so sweet it was almost cloying.
"Hubby is so amazing..."
"She's not even as good as a stray dog now."
"Such a sweet mouth."
Lin Nuo tilted his head to kiss Wanda's reddened earlobe, directly deciding on the extra punishment for tonight.
"When we get back tonight, Hubby must help you make some good progress."
"When the time comes, let me hear you cry out a few more times."
Chapter 138: Kissing the Witch, Dragging the God of Death into the Hall for Inspection
Wanda obediently buried her burning cheeks into Lin Nuo's firm chest, not daring to look at the wretched alien she-devil on the ground.
Lin Nuo's large hand slid down her shoulder, slowly and methodically tidying her messy red hair.
The man's rough fingertips pressed lightly against the girl's fair neck, triggering an uncontrollable shudder.
Hela lay in the charred ruins, her fingers clutching the gravel tightly.
Having lost the nourishment of the Leyline Magic, her battle armor—a symbol of royal authority—had completely shattered into pieces of useless scrap metal.
As it peeled away, it revealed the tattered fabric underneath, covered in scratches and dust.
The once unattainable Eldest Daughter of Death was now weaker than an ordinary civilian of Asgard.
She absolutely could not swallow this humiliation.
The Golden Throne, even though half of it had been collapsed by heavy artillery, sat on the steps less than a hundred meters ahead.
It was her final obsession with her legitimate status in Asgard.
Hela bit her cracked lips and, using both hands and feet, completely abandoned the dignity of a god as she crawled toward it inch by inch.
The skin on her fingers was rubbed raw, and her golden blood dragged a long trail across the scorched earth.
Lin Nuo didn't even intend to speak and stop her.
With one hand gripping Wanda's slender, delicate waist, he took long strides, following unhurriedly behind.
His pure black, high-end custom leather shoes stepped on broken glass and stones, making a rhythmic clicking sound.
This rhythmic sound struck Hela's trembling eardrums like a death knell, filling her with panic.
Wanda murmured softly.
"Husband..."
"She's still crawling."
Lin Nuo's large hand pressed possessively against her waist, his knuckles slightly curved.
"Let her crawl."
"It's called facing reality."
"The higher one climbs, the more they understand what kind of lowly object they truly are when they fall."
Hela finally managed to reach the first marble step.
On her dust-covered face, a tiny, sickly glimmer of hope appeared.
Tap.
A spotless, pure black leather shoe stepped onto her thin right shoulder without warning.
The pressure wasn't particularly heavy, yet it carried the weight of absolute class suppression.
Hela's already weak body was stepped right back down, her cheek slamming hard against the cold marble edge.
Lin Nuo looked down from above at the Asgardian princess gasping for breath beneath his feet, his tone languid.
"Out of strength already? Eldest Princess."
Hela trembled with rage, exhausting every bit of her strength to break free from the suppression of that foot.
But to her current self, the weight on her shoulder was like Mount Wuzhi, completely impossible to push away.
"Take your dirty foot off me!"
"I am the eldest daughter of Odin!"
"I am the only legitimate king of this land!"
She roared hoarsely, her eyes bloodshot.
Lin Nuo moved his shoe.
Just as Hela thought he was backing down, the man slowly crouched down.
His long, fair fingers reached out and roughly grabbed Hela's chin, forcing her to tilt up her face, which was full of humiliation.
Lin Nuo's gaze was full of overwhelming pressure, as if he were inspecting a defective, unsellable product.
"Do you have some ridiculous misunderstanding about your own status?"
Lin Nuo gave a light sneer.
His thumb pressed against the edge of Hela's cracked lower lip, unceremoniously wiping away the dark blood.
Hela felt a wave of revulsion, a strong sense of shame surging up her spine.
She wanted to turn her head to avoid this humiliation, but she was pinned in place by his brutal, monstrous strength; even struggling seemed laughable.
Lin Nuo's voice was very low, carrying the characteristic exploitative tone of a capitalist.
"King?"
"What era is this? You're still dreaming the grand dreams of a feudal remnant."
"In the rules of Star Umbrella, there is no need for high and mighty gods."
"Only assets that can be registered, evaluated, and managed are needed."
The man's other hand had been dominantly holding Wanda around the waist from the beginning.
Wanda was shielded at his side, her dark red skirt fluttering slightly in the wind; she looked like a canary quietly clinging to the side of a black trench coat.
Lin Nuo spared a moment of attention, his fingertips gently rubbing against Wanda's wrist.
Wanda's breath hitched, and her small hand instinctively grabbed his sleeve, the corners of her eyes turning slightly red.
She didn't hide.
She only leaned more obediently into the man's embrace.
This scene, falling into Hela's eyes, was more painful than being flayed alive.
This unscrupulous tyrant was actually able to nonchalantly comfort the woman in his arms while crushing her dignity.
Lin Nuo's grip on Hela's chin tightened, forcing her to see Wanda's completely unresisting, submissive appearance.
"See that?"
"This is what a smart person looks like."
"Knowing the times, knowing when to advance or retreat, and knowing which side to stand on."
"As long as she is obedient, Star Umbrella can give her plenty of protection and resources."
Lin Nuo looked Hela's lackluster body up and down, the disdain in his tone undisguised.
"As for you, you have a foul temper, stubborn bones, and not a shred of foresight."
"In this filthy, dilapidated state, I'd even find you too slow for basic labor in Star Umbrella's underground factories."
Hela's psychological defenses completely shattered.
The pride in her bones was being ground into the mud; this was more torturous than any bombardment.
"You might as well just kill me!"
Lin Nuo let go of her chin and took a clean silk handkerchief handed to him by Wanda, slowly wiping the dirt from his knuckles.
"Kill you?"
"That's a losing deal."
He freed his left hand and casually snapped his fingers in the air.
A miniature reconnaissance drone descended from the flagship fleet, hovering above them and projecting a large holographic screen.
On the screen was the high-level intensive care unit of Star Umbrella's near-earth orbit flagship.
The former Thor was fixed in a pale green healing tank, his face covered in oxygen tubes.
A lifeless Mechanical Prosthetic Eye had already been implanted into his right eye socket.
Through the monitored screen, Thor was staring lifelessly at his elder sister on the steps.
Seeing her brother, Hela's rage ignited once more.
"Thor!"
"You damn waste!"
"You're actually watching Asgard fall into the hands of an outsider!"
"Are you even worthy of the blood of Odin!"
Thor on the screen showed no emotional fluctuations.
Even that Mechanical Prosthetic Eye held the wooden dullness of a walking corpse.
Lin Nuo casually pinched Wanda's flushed earlobe, his tone disparaging to the extreme.
"Don't waste your energy shouting."
"Your dear brother signed the Global Transfer Agreementhalf an hour ago."
"All of Asgard's assets—including that broken load-bearing wall on the ground, that melted green crown on your head, and even you yourself—are now the legal property of Star Umbrella."
The final psychological defense in Hela's eyes finally collapsed completely.
When the leyline was cut earlier, she only thought she had fallen victim to some alien sorcery.
But the personal betrayal by the royal heir and the legal wholesale sell-out stripped away every last excuse for her so-called status as the legitimate queen.
This was reality.
Lin Nuo's large hand held the back of Wanda's neck as he leaned down to place a brief kiss on her forehead.
Wanda's eyelashes fluttered, and she clung softly to his arm, as if placing all her sense of security in this man.
Lin Nuo lifted his eyelids and glanced at the despairing Hela.
"Expired Princess, your rhetoric is worthless to me."
"From now on, you don't even have the autonomy of a stray dog."
Lin Nuo stood up straight and adjusted the collar of his trench coat.
He no longer gave Hela any room to argue.
His long, powerful hand reached out and mercilessly grabbed the tattered edge of the armor at the back of Hela's neck.
The massive Bio-force field forcibly restrained Hela's body.
She couldn't muster even a shred of strength to resist, forced to let Lin Nuo drag her across the rough stone ground like a bag of unsellable goods.
Wanda was led forward in Lin Nuo's half-embrace, cautiously glancing back at the silent she-devil being dragged behind.
"Husband, where are we taking her?"
The corners of Lin Nuo's mouth curled into an extremely wicked arc as he looked toward a dark side hall that had barely managed to avoid collapsing.
"It's dusty everywhere out here."
"Since we've collected some new scrap metal, we need to find a private place to conduct a thorough Asset Evaluation."
He lowered his voice and whispered a cold sentence into Wanda's ear.
"Since her bones are so stubborn, I naturally have to teach her well what the first rule of Star Umbrella is."
Lin Nuo's large hand gave a light squeeze on Wanda's waistline.
"You watch closely from the side as well."
"See what happens when someone dares to refuse their obligations after signing an agreement."
Chapter 139: Kneading Soft Flesh, Even a God Must Call Him Master
A stale smell of lime permeated the dim side hall.
The once-magnificent marble reliefs had mostly peeled away due to the ravages of war.
Lin Nuo held Wanda's soft waist and swaggered across the shattered threshold.
He no longer used that crude method of dragging.
Capitalists always value decency, even when they're ransacking someone else's home.
The man casually snapped his fingers, and Asgard's originally indestructible underlying laws of physics were forcibly rewritten.
Hela let out a muffled groan, stumbling and falling onto the moss-covered flagstones.
A gravity a thousand times stronger than normal pressed down on her like a mountain, pinning her to the ground without any dignity.
Even lifting a single finger became a luxury.
This Eldest Princess of Asgard, the demon god who once struck fear into the Nine Realms, had thus been reduced to a piece of discarded, scrap furniture, tossed carelessly into a corner.
"It's much quieter here, without all those eyesore skeletons."
Lin Nuo didn't even spare her an extra glance; all his attention was focused on the little Witch in his arms.
Wanda was half-pushed and half-carried by him against a thick marble pillar.
The cold touch of the stone pillar through her thin clothing made her shiver uncontrollably.
Immediately after, the man's firm body, radiating a scorching heat, pressed up against her, trapping her between the pillar and his chest.
"Hubby..."
Wanda muttered softly, trying to move aside, only to find that one of the man's long legs had already blocked her path.
"Didn't you promise outside just now to compensate me properly?"
Lin Nuo looked down at her, his rough fingertips slowly tracing the waistline of her dark red dress before stopping at her slender side.
The heat from his large palm was scalding.
He gripped her with just the right amount of pressure, making Wanda's waist go weak. She could only cling to his broad shoulders with both hands to barely stay upright.
"Not here..."
Wanda's cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed, and her moist eyes glanced at Hela, who was gasping for breath on the ground.
"She's still watching nearby."
"She's just a piece of scrap now, not even worthy of being a dog."
Lin Nuo chuckled, the vibration of his chest clearly transmitting to the girl in his arms, his tone carrying a self-righteous malice.
"Or do you actually prefer having an outsider nearby to watch how you act spoiled with me?"
"I don't want that..."
Wanda's eyes reddened with anxiety, her fair fingers tightly clutching the collar of Lin Nuo's high-end trench coat.
"Please, let's wait until we're back in the starship cabin, okay..."
Lin Nuo didn't push her further.
His large hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt up her exquisite, beautiful face.
"Open up."
Wanda didn't dare disobey and obediently parted her red lips.
Lin Nuo lowered his head and kissed those full lips deeply.
The kiss carried a strong sense of possessiveness.
Wanda was kissed into submission, all her minor resistances swallowed up in the breath shared between their lips.
She could only let out soft whimpers like a small animal begging for mercy, allowing the man to leave marks on her that signified her as his private property.
Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was surging, a ripple of faint blue spatial energy appeared in the air at the entrance of the side hall.
Potts, wearing metal-trimmed combat boots, stepped out of the newly formed Warp tunnel, dragging Thor by his back collar.
After receiving basic treatment in a Star Umbrella Medical pod, Thor had barely managed to survive.
In the socket where his right eye had been gouged out, a mechanical prosthetic eye flashing with red light had been forcibly implanted.
He had been worrying about the battle here the entire way.
On the outskirts of the ruins, he had also picked up a broken Asgardian battle-axe.
He thought that upon arriving at the main hall, he would witness an earth-shattering battle between gods.
After all, Hela's power was something even Odin in his prime feared greatly.
However, the scene presented before his eyes directly shattered all the perceptions he had built over thousands of years.
The high-and-mighty Eldest Daughter of Death, the female devil who had once slaughtered the Asgardian Royal Guard like playthings, was now sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud.
Her cheek was pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, unable to release even a hint of magic for resistance.
Less than five meters away from Hela, the suit-clad thug in the black trench coat was pinning a beautiful, sexy girl in red against a pillar.
He didn't even take this suppression seriously.
To him, subduing Hela seemed like nothing more than casually disposing of a piece of unsightly junk.
"Baby, say what you just begged me for again, louder."
Lin Nuo's eyes were dark, his hot breath spraying over Wanda's reddened neck as he left a light kiss near her delicate collarbone.
"Ugh... Hubby, stop teasing, I really can't take it anymore..."
Wanda had long since been kissed into a daze, her hands weakly encircling the man's neck as she completely surrendered herself.
This ambiguous tension formed an absurd contrast with Hela's wretched and pathetic state nearby.
Thor's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his mechanical prosthetic eye emitted a faint sizzling electrical sound due to panic.
How was this a battle between equals?
This was clearly a superior being casually trampling others for post-meal entertainment!
Even subduing a World-destroying alien demon god wasn't worth this man pausing his intimate actions.
He acted as if he had stepped on a bothersome ant, turning back to continue his game.
This wasn't a confrontation between peers at all.
This was a one-sided crushing.
Lin Nuo gave Wanda's lower back a gentle squeeze with his large hand, then, still wanting more, pulled up her slightly slipping neckline to cover that tantalizing glimpse of skin.
He freed one hand and slowly pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers.
Then, the man turned his head.
His gaze swept across the spacious side hall and landed directly on Thor, who was standing at the entrance.
There was no leakage of power, nor any extra pressure.
It was just the cold gaze of a capitalist who had seen through his merchandise's trump cards, scanning his own warehouse.
Thor's knees went weak.
*Clang.*
The broken battle-axe he had been gripping tightly, intending to fight to the death, slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a sharp echo.
The sound echoed in the empty side hall, serving as the final blow that crushed the former God of Thunder's psychological defenses.
He understood completely now.
The person he had brought back wasn't a savior to rescue the Divine Realm.
He had personally invited an ultimate tyrant, more greedy and unreasonable than Hela, into his own home.
This man didn't even care about destroying the World.
He only cared about how much profit he could squeeze out of these ruins.
"You're here?"
Lin Nuo's tone was lazy, and he didn't even change his posture while holding Wanda.
Thor's mouth hung open, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.
"Just in time. Look at how well-behaved your Eldest Princess is now."
Lin Nuo's slender index finger pointed through the air at Hela, who was pinned to the ground, his tone matter-of-fact.
"The illegal structures have been demolished."
"As for the subsequent site clearing, if you're quick enough, you might even land a job as a foreman in the mining area."
"This is Asgard..."
Thor's voice was terribly hoarse.
"Are you really going to take everything here for yourself?"
Lin Nuo chuckled.
The vibration of his chest caused Wanda's heart to race and her face to flush again.
"It's all written clearly in black and white. Do you want to break the contract?"
The man's voice carried an unmasked tone of exploitation.
"I even bought your life with money. What do you have to bargain with me?"
Lin Nuo's large hand gripped Wanda's chin, and he firmly pecked her swollen lips once more.
Then, he turned to look at Thor.
He extended a slender index finger and wagged it gently at the once-lofty God of Thunder, setting the final tone for this star sector.
"From today on, don't call me President Lin."
"Call me, Master!"
Chapter 140: Dragged into the Treasury, Stripping Armor Atop the Throne
Thor's bowed head and declaration of submission served as the final punctuation mark for the transition of power in the Nine Realms.
Lin Nuo patted Wanda's back, giving the most direct capitalist work schedule.
"Potts, send him to Mining Zone One's extraction point."
"Have him dig his full quota for today before giving him any food."
"Asgard does not support idlers."
Potts noted the command and directly dragged Thoroutside.
Having handled the miscellaneous matters, Lin Nuolowered his head and kneaded Wanda's crimson earlobe twice.
"Go back to the starship yourself."
Lin Nuo's fingers slid down the girl's back.
"Pick the widest bed and wait for me."
"Remember to memorize the new rules I sent you earlier."
"I'll check tonight; for every mistake, the punishment doubles."
Wanda didn't dare resist at all, nodding with a flushed face as she retreated from the side hall through an opened spatial portal.
The vast venue was completely cleared.
Lin Nuo turned around, his gaze fixing on a corner.
Hela lay prone on the stone floor, covered in dust.
Lin Nuo walked over, his leather shoes clicking a monotonous rhythm against the floor.
He stopped beside Hela, bent down, and reached out with his right hand, his fingers hooking into a fragment at the neck of that dark green battle armor.
There was no violent leak of power.
Lin Nuo simply lifted the demon god who was once Asgard's most feared with one arm.
Carrying this special prey in his hand, he strode toward the end of the side hall, toward the corridor leading to Odin's Underground Treasury.
...
The passage was dark and long.
Sensing an intruder, the torches on the walls lit up one by one with orange flames.
The corridor was silent, save for the sound of Lin Nuo's shoes hitting the ground.
Hela's legs dragged across the rough stone bricks.
She tried to resist, her fingers clawing into the gaps between the floor tiles, her nails leaving white marks on the rock surface.
This meager struggle was useless against Lin Nuo's monstrous strength.
Lin Nuo didn't even add an extra ounce of force, simply dragging her along casually.
Crossing the final stone door, the Underground Treasurythat Odin had hidden for millennia revealed its full glory.
The space was massive, its four walls cast entirely from high-purity Uru metal.
Mountains of gold and silver treasures reflected a cold, hard luster in the dim light.
Treasures like the Casket of Ancient Winters and the Eternal Flame were placed haphazardly atop stone pillars.
In the very center of the treasury stood an octagonal high platform.
Upon the platform sat the throne made of pure gold, symbolizing absolute dominion over the Nine Realms.
Lin Nuo walked to the bottom of the steps and released his grip.
His arm followed through with a forward shove.
This rough shove, as if handling waste, caused Hela to lose her balance completely.
Her body fell backward, and after several stumbling steps, her back slammed heavily against the backrest of the golden chair.
She sank into the depths of the wide seat, her elbow hitting the hard pure gold armrest, letting out a suppressed cry of pain.
Thousands of years ago, she had sat in this very spot, commanding the world and sending countless lives to the underworld.
Now, she was merely a trophy stripped of all authority, roughly thrown onto the throne she craved most.
Hela propped her hands on the armrests, her knuckles protruding.
"Outsider."
"This is the center of royal power."
"Even if you have stolen Asgard, this chair is not a place where you are fit to stand!"
Lin Nuo stood below the steps, his gaze scanning back and forth over the eldest daughter, who was at the end of her rope.
Hela's signature dark green Uru armor, though covered in cracks, still firmly encased her body, maintaining her final dignity as a goddess.
Lin Nuo stepped onto the high platform.
He approached step by step.
Hela raised her right leg, attempting to block him.
The tip of Lin Nuo's shoe pushed forward, directly pinning her shin bone and forcing the leg to bend in an awkward, cramped position.
The man stopped directly in front of the seat.
He raised his right hand, his slender index finger pointing across the air at a gap in the armor on Hela's chest.
Creator-level authority bypassed the underlying laws of Asgard and began to operate.
A piercing sound of metal fatigue echoed within the enclosed treasury.
It was a physical change that defied common sense.
Hela's expensive Uru battle armor, capable of withstanding attacks from divine artifacts, began a structural collapse from the edge of the collar.
The solid metallic texture began to transmute.
Hela frantically clawed at the armor plates on her chest.
"What are you doing?!"
It was useless.
The temperature of the plates rose, and the dark green metal decomposed directly into fine powder.
The powder slid down the curves of Hela's body, accumulating in the crevices of the golden throne.
The pauldrons turned to ash.
The breastplate disintegrated.
The tassets covering her legs vaporized along with them.
In a matter of seconds, a set of top-tier battle armor representing dignity and military might was completely stripped away.
As the armor faded, only a thin black undergarment remained.
Losing the structural support of the external armor, the fabric clung limply to her body.
Large expanses of cold white skin were exposed to the cool air of the treasury, a fine layer of goosebumps surfacing on her skin.
Hela had lost the protection of her shell.
Set against the massive and cold throne, her body appeared frail and defenseless.
She instinctively pulled her legs up, hugging her knees as she shrank into the deepest shadows of the throne.
From a queen who slaughtered gods and buddhas, she had regressed into a weakling curled in a corner to avoid observation.
This posture of extreme defensiveness pleased the controller standing before her.
Lin Nuo placed his long fingers on his collar.
He unhurriedly took off that high-purity Vibranium trench coat.
With an upward toss of his arm, the priceless coat was casually thrown onto a nearby treasure basin, just happening to cover the Infinity Gauntlet studded with fake gems.
He pressed a step closer.
The outside of his thigh pressed directly against the edge of Hela's tucked knees, completely blocking any space to escape from the chair.
The man reached up to the white shirt he was wearing.
He unfastened the top button, his finger movements steady.
Then the second, and the third.
The collar fell wide open.
The man's collarbones and muscle definition were exposed in the dark glow.
Lin Nuo grabbed the end of his patterned tie with one hand, pulled it sharply from his collar, and tossed it onto the marble floor.
The airflow in the surroundings dropped sharply.
Lin Nuo's Bio-force field covered the entire area.
The two mithril doors at the entrance, weighing thousands of tons, were drawn by invisible gravity, letting out a dull metallic grind as they closed seamlessly.
The treasury was completely sealed.
Outside interference was cut off.
The entire underground space relied solely on a few clusters of ever-burning lamps high on the walls for light.
Lin Nuo leaned down.
His two arms reached out, propping themselves on either side of the golden throne's armrests.
His tall frame formed an impenetrable shadow, completely shrouding the person curled in the chair.
The tip of his shoe touched Hela's bare toes.
The distance between them was compressed to the limit.
The frequency of Hela's chest rising and falling quickened.
The man's clear scent of cedar, mixed with an undisguised sense of oppression, poured into her respiratory tract.
She turned her head away, trying to avoid this nerve-wracking proximity.
Lin Nuo's right hand left the golden armrest.
Fingers with light calluses pressed against the side of Hela's neck.
The man's body temperature was very high.
Hela's joints stiffened uncontrollably.
That broad palm slid back along her skin.
Finally, his palm covered the center of the back of Hela's neck firmly.
Five fingers tightened forcefully, pinching this vital spot and also snuffing out her last room for escape or retreat.
The air grew thinner and thinner.
Lin Nuo's thumb pressed against her carotid artery, feeling the pulse beneath the skin beating faster and faster.
Lin Nuo lowered his voice, his tone carrying the arrogance of a final arbiter.
"Tell me."
"Now, whose chair is this?"
Chapter 141: Entwined to Death, Even the Body of a Deity Submits
Hela's chest heaved violently, and her thin black undergarment was smudged and disheveled by dust, yet it still could not hide the sharpness in her eyes.
She turned her head, opening her mouth to bite the finger wedged against the side of her neck.
"Get lost!"
"You ignorant mortal!"
Lin Nuo did not dodge.
He let Hela's sharp teeth clatter against the webbing of his hand.
With a physique at the level of a Creator, this vicious bite didn't even leave a red mark.
"You've got a tough spine."
Lin Nuo chuckled, his palm exerting force as he firmly gripped her chin, forcing that dust-covered yet undeniably bewitching face to turn back.
Hela stared at him fixedly, her gaze like a poison-dipped blade.
Unfortunately, she had no divine power now, no army, and barely enough strength left to even stand up from this throne.
Lin Nuo leaned down, his voice dropping low.
"Put away that murderous look of yours."
"Right now, you don't even have the qualifications to bite me."
Hela pounded on his chest with all her might.
That little bit of strength remaining after being stripped of her magic, landing on Lin Nuo, didn't even count as a threat.
The man's other hand slid down from the back of her neck, pressing onto her shoulder, pinning all her struggles back into the golden throne.
"Let me go!"
Hela's voice was hoarse, yet it still carried her final pride.
Lin Nuo looked down at her from above.
"You can keep struggling."
"But every time you struggle, I will make you understand even more clearly just how weak you truly are right now."
Hela's breathing was completely chaotic.
She wanted to summon her black blades, wanted to tear out the throat of the man before her, wanted to let the entire palace be engulfed by death.
But the only response was her hollow body and her completely sealed divine power.
She once thought she was born to rule Asgard.
She once thought that as long as she returned here, everyone would kneel at her feet.
But now, she was sitting on the throne she had dreamed of, yet she was pinned down, unable to move by a mortal.
This was more humiliating than defeat.
And even harder for her to accept than death.
"Kill me..."
Hela gritted her teeth, her voice trembling softly.
"Kill me!"
Lin Nuo looked at her.
"I can't bear to waste such a precious treasure."
He released his grip on her chin, his knuckles slowly and methodically wiping away the dust smudged on the corner of her lips.
The movement was not gentle, but it carried an undeniable sense of possession.
"You are Odin's eldest daughter, after all."
"The Goddess of Death who makes the Nine Realmstremble in fear."
"Letting you die just like this would be letting you off too easily."
The corners of Hela's eyes turned red, yet she still forced a cold sneer.
"Do you want to humiliate me?"
Lin Nuo retorted.
"Humiliate?"
"Hela, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"
He raised his hand, gesturing to the resplendent yet deathly silent palace hall around them.
"Every brick and tile here is mine now."
"This throne is mine."
"Asgard is mine as well."
His gaze fell back onto Hela.
"And you are the most valuable piece among my spoils of war."
Hela's pupils constricted slightly.
"I am not an object!"
Lin Nuo's voice turned cold abruptly.
"Then prove it to me."
"Prove that you still have value, prove that you are not just a loser who only knows how to roar and drown in the glories of the past."
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into Hela's heart.
Her anger almost burned away her reason.
But every word of Lin Nuo's pierced her in her most painful spot.
A loser.
She had lost.
Lost to Odin, lost to fate, lost to Ragnarok.
And now, she had lost to the man before her.
Hela gripped the golden armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
But the harder she squeezed, the more she could feel her own weakness.
Lin Nuo leaned in close, the sense of oppression enveloping her like a tidal wave.
"If you want to survive, learn to bow your head."
"If you want to regain a sense of existence, learn to obey."
"Put away that ridiculous pride of yours."
"The person who can decide your fate right now is not Odin, not Thor, and not yourself."
He said, enunciating every word.
"It is me."
Hela's breathing stalled for a moment.
She wished she could tear the man before her to shreds.
But the cruel reality was like a cold chain, tightly choking her neck.
She had no choice.
Even the right to end her own life seemed to have been taken away from her by this man.
Silence spread through the palace hall.
After a long time, the killing intent in Hela's eyes finally began to waver.
Her shoulders trembled imperceptibly.
That head held high for three thousand years felt as heavy as a thousand jun at this moment.
Lin Nuo did not rush her.
He just stood there, patiently watching her collapse, watching her struggle, watching that hard shell called "deity" crack bit by bit.
Hela closed her eyes.
The mist of tears that had gathered in her eyes finally rolled down, splashing onto her dark undergarment.
Her voice was very soft, yet it sounded like it was squeezed out from between her teeth.
"This chair is yours."
Lin Nuo did not speak.
Hela's fingertips dug deep into her palms.
"Asgard is yours."
She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with humiliation, unwillingness, and the powerlessness of being crushed by reality.
Finally, she bowed her head.
"I am also..."
She paused for a long time.
As if every word was carving into her bones.
"Yours."
A look of satisfaction appeared in Lin Nuo's eyes.
"Say it completely."
Hela snapped her head up, the last trace of stubbornness in her eyes almost burning up.
But after meeting Lin Nuo's eyes, which were calm to the point of cruelty, she ultimately conceded.
She lowered her eyes, her voice low and hoarse.
"Don't throw me into the mines."
"Master."
A single "Master" declared the final outcome of this battle of wills.
The queen who had once stirred up blood and carnage in the Nine Realms could now only bow her head before this man, exchanging it for a sliver of a chance to continue existing.
Lin Nuo reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him again.
"Good girl."
"If you had been this obedient earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much."
The humiliation in Hela's eyes was almost overflowing.
But she did not refute him again.
Lin Nuo looked at her appearance, forced to retract her sharpness, and his tone finally softened slightly.
"Remember what you just said."
"From now on, you are no longer the queen of Asgard."
"You are my person."
"Where you can stand, how much freedom you can have, and whether you can regain your power, are all decided by me."
Hela bit her lower lip hard, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"I understand."
Lin Nuo nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good."
Just as he was preparing to continue finalizing the rules of this submission, the system panel that had been quietly lurking deep in his mind suddenly erupted with a dazzling dark golden light.
The system's mechanical notification sound echoed continuously in Lin Nuo's neural cortex.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the target character has completely abandoned their psychological defenses, achieving the Complete Possession achievement!]
[Hela interception progress 100%, starting the lucky draw.]
Chapter 142: Kneeling on the Spot, Working Overtime Through the Night to Learn the Rules
The system's mechanical notification sound echoed continuously deep within his mind.
Lin Nuo was in no hurry to pay attention to the glittering critical hit panel.
His hand remained pressed on the armrest of the throne, his body leaning slightly forward as he looked down at Hela.
Hela stood before him, her face pale, her breathing still somewhat unsteady.
That "Master" from just a moment ago seemed to have personally severed her last shred of pride.
She lowered her eyes, her fingertips clenched tightly, her knuckles turning a cold white.
"Can't take it anymore already?"
Lin Nuo's voice was low, carrying an undisguised sense of oppression.
"When you called me Master just now, didn't it roll off your tongue quite easily?"
"Remember, from now on, don't put on airs of a queen in front of me."
"Otherwise, I will let you know what happens when you don't follow the rules before my throne!"
Hela bit her lower lip, humiliation surging in her eyes.
But she did not retort.
She knew very well that she had no way out.
Lin Nuo was quite satisfied with her current obedience.
He withdrew his gaze, only then diverting a portion of his consciousness to enter the system's settlement space.
...
Dark golden light exploded deep within his consciousness.
This was the exclusive critical hit moment after the interception progress reached one hundred percent.
[Target detected: Asgard's eldest daughter of death, Hela, the first heir to the Nine Realms.]
[This target possesses the core luck of the Marvel main Universe and has an extremely high status rating, triggering an over-limit critical hit!]
[Critical hit wheel started!]
The massive wheel spun crazily in the void.
The pointer swept past rewards that would make super heroes in the outside World go green with envy.
Finally, the pointer stopped heavily on a section flickering with a deep blue light.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Space Stone core origin fragment!]
A stream of spatial laws, pure to the point of terror, poured from the system panel into Lin Nuo's limbs and bones.
The reality-warping authority originally seized from Wandawas, at this moment, near-perfectly completed.
Space and reality completely merged.
Lin Nuo didn't even need to raise his hand.
With just a thought, he could fold a galaxy several light-years away into a building block in his palm.
But it wasn't over yet.
The wheel's pointer did not disappear; instead, it erupted with an even deeper, pitch-black halo.
[Detected that the host has completely suppressed the target's "Death Authority," achieving a final judgment of will possession!]
[Secondary critical hit triggered!]
The wheel trembled violently.
The pointer stopped at a black blind spot where even the system's light seemed to be swallowed.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Exclusive individual title, God of Death!]
The second these four words popped up, the entire settlement space seemed to fall into stagnation.
There were no extra attribute panels, nor were there any tedious skill descriptions.
These two words represented the most fundamental concept of the Universe.
Lin Nuo could clearly perceive that his life essence had completed some sort of indescribable dimensional leap.
Hulk's berserk physical foundation, Asgard's supreme divine constitution, Quicksilver's ultimate stamina, and Wanda's perfect Chaos Magic, all turned into the most basic nourishment before the [God of Death Divine Spark].
Time, this irreversible straight line for mortals, became a sheet of white paper in Lin Nuo's eyes at this moment, which he could knead and smear at will.
Life and death were nothing more than chips he could flick with his fingertips.
He was no longer just a wealthy CEO holding heavy military power and playing politics.
At this moment, he was the Master of Death walking on Earth.
This dimensional leap gave him the confidence to jump off the chessboard and bargain directly with those ancient Celestials in the Universe.
...
His consciousness withdrew from the system space.
In the dim Underground Treasury, those few clusters of orange eternal lamps were still flickering.
Not even a single second had passed in the real World.
Yet Hela, standing before the throne, made the most direct and intense reaction the moment Lin Nuo opened his eyes.
The remnant magic within her, upon sensing a wisp of the God of Death aura emanating from Lin Nuo, instantly fell into the most primitive submission.
Hela's knees went slightly weak, and she nearly fell to her knees.
That feeling was like the Creator at the foundation of her bloodline suddenly descending.
She clearly should have been afraid, clearly should have resisted.
Yet the craving for the Death Authority deep within her soul made her unable to look away.
"Mas... Master..."
Hela's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
She lifted that exquisite yet pale face, her eyes rimmed with red, her breathing rapid.
She wanted to get close to that power.
Wanted to touch the origin of death again.
Wanted to reclaim even a trace of her own sense of existence from Lin Nuo.
Lin Nuo's eyes were deep, with not a trace of mortal emotional fluctuation in his gaze.
Only the arrogance of controlling life and death.
He raised his hand to cup Hela's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Gotten bolder?"
Lin Nuo's tone was languid, yet carried a lethal pressure.
"Who allowed you to covet my power without permission?"
"I... I can't control it..."
Hela's voice trembled.
That aura of the God of Death was, to her, like poison, and also like salvation.
She had been sealed for too long, lost too much.
At this moment, facing the true status of the God of Death, all her pride seemed pale and ridiculous.
"Want the power I possess?"
Lin Nuo chuckled.
His voice echoed in the empty treasury, like a pronouncement.
"If you want it, bring real skills to trade for it."
"There is no free lunch in this World, understand?"
Hela was silent for a long time, her hands clenching bit by bit.
Finally, she lowered her head.
"Please teach me, Master."
Her voice was hoarse, but more submissive than before.
"As long as you are willing to bestow a little power upon me, I will prove my worth."
The once high-and-mighty Goddess of Death now stood before his throne, actively begging for a favor.
This contrast was enough to satisfy the possessiveness of any Raider.
Lin Nuo looked down at her, the smile in his eyes deepening.
"Learned to beg me already?"
Hela's shoulders trembled slightly, but she did not look up.
"Yes."
"Very good."
Lin Nuo reached out, his fingertips gently tapping her brow.
A wisp of dark death aura emerged, but it did not truly enter her body.
That power hovered before Hela, within reach, yet completely unattainable.
Hela's pupils contracted suddenly.
She almost instinctively wanted to reach out and touch it, but stopped abruptly under Lin Nuo's cold gaze.
Lin Nuo spoke indifferently.
"Remember this feeling."
"Power can be given to you, and freedom can also be given to you."
"But the premise is that you must let me see enough loyalty."
Hela's throat moved slightly, her voice strained.
"I will learn."
Lin Nuo withdrew his hand, and that wisp of death aura dissipated.
"Save some energy."
"Starting tonight, I will set new rules for you."
"If you dare to disobey, I will throw you back into the darkness, and I won't even give you the chance to beg for mercy!"
Chapter 143: Shocking the Audience, the Princess Becomes a Pet
In the dim Underground Treasury, orange flames flickered high up on the walls.
Lin Nuo released his large hand from the back of Hela's neck and stood up unhurriedly.
The man's rough knuckles fastened the buttons of his white shirt, straightening the collar that Hela had previously pulled open.
The expensive, high-purity Vibranium trench coat was draped casually over his arm, and every gesture exuded the composure and satisfaction of a capitalist who had achieved a total victory.
Hela slumped onto the cold, hard solid gold throne as if drained of all strength.
Her thin black undergarment was soaked with sweat, clinging limply to her skin and outlining her graceful curves.
A faint flush remained at the corners of her eyes, and even her breathing was still trembling slightly.
The oppressive sensation belonging to the Goddess of Death's divinity had completely stripped this once arrogant eldest daughter of death of her rebellious edge.
Lin Nuo raised his right hand casually and snapped his fingers crisply in mid-air.
The core authority of reality modification directly bypassed the underlying physical laws of Asgard.
After a dark red halo dissipated, a luxurious black backless evening gown appeared out of thin air, hanging quietly on the white jade pillar nearby.
"Put it on."
Lin Nuo's tone was lazy, but every word was filled with an irresistible authority.
"Since you have acknowledged your Master, you no longer need to wear that scrap metal used for fighting and killing."
"It is the rule of Star Umbrella that a female companion brought out must be presentable."
Hela bit her lower lip, her legs still feeling weak.
She dared not utter a single word of rebuttal, forcing herself to stand up with weak waist, and respectfully took the evening gown with her fair hands.
She walked behind the white jade screen to the side, removed her damaged undergarment, and changed into the evening gown bestowed by Lin Nuo.
The subtle sound of fabric rubbing against skin was exceptionally clear in the quiet treasury.
This evening gown fit her figure perfectly.
The front had a dignified and elegant high-neck design, but when she turned around, the back was wide open.
The perfect U-shaped cut extended all the way to the small of her back, exposing her cold, white spine to the cool air.
The hem had a high slit design; with every step she took, her long, straight leg lines would appear and disappear.
Hela reached her hands behind her back, trying to pull up the invisible zipper at her lower back.
But she had just endured the oppression of the Goddess of Death's divinity for too long, and her fingers still lacked strength.
Lin Nuo strode forward, his leather shoes clicking steadily on the floor tiles.
He stopped behind Hela, his tall and sturdy frame completely enveloping her in shadow.
The man's warm breath fell on her bare neck.
His long, powerful fingers took over the zipper.
His large hand, however, deliberately slid down her smooth spine.
The rough calluses on his fingertips brushed against her skin, triggering an indescribable shiver.
"Mmm..."
Hela's waist went soft, and instinctively she tried to dodge forward, but was pulled back against his chest by Lin Nuo's single arm around her slender waist.
"Don't move."
Lin Nuo whispered against her ear, his voice low and hoarse.
"Can't stand steady after just changing into new clothes?"
"Then when we return to the starship tonight, what energy will you have to stand by my side?"
Hela's face turned bright red, and she leaned against Lin Nuo's sturdy chest.
"Master is right to reprimand me..."
"I will obey all your arrangements from now on."
Where was there any trace of the Nine Realms demon god's demeanor in her now?
Under the absolute oppression and the attraction of the Goddess of Death's divinity, she was more like a completely tamed canary.
She willingly surrendered all her bottom lines and personally set aside the pride that once belonged to the Goddess of Death.
"Let's go."
Lin Nuo zipped it up for her with one hand, then his large palm pressed gently against her lower back.
"I'll take you to see your useless brother."
"Let him recognize reality and see just how obedient you are now."
...
Asgard Central Plaza.
Sunlight pierced through the previous smoke-filled sky, spilling once again onto the broken walls and ruins.
The security personnel of Star Umbrella Group had already taken control of the entire scene.
Hundreds of fully armed exoskeleton soldiers were counting the surviving Asgardian civilians, registering them in batches according to their labor grade.
Pepper Potts, dressed in a capable tactical bodysuit, stood in the center of the plaza holding a holographic recorder.
Several sturdy security guards were tightly locking Thor's wrists with anti-gravity shackles.
Pepper Potts adjusted her glasses and delivered the verdict in a business-like manner.
"Escort him to Vibranium Mine No. 1."
"Make it clear to the underground foreman that if he doesn't dig ten tons of raw ore today, he is not allowed to drink even a drop of water."
Thor, sporting that flashing red mechanical prosthetic eye, was full of decadence and dead silence.
He didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.
His home was gone, and his people had become slaves.
He didn't care about mining; he only felt that his thousands of years of faith had completely collapsed at this moment.
Just then, the sound of heavy machinery operating came from the distant side hall.
The thousand-ton Mithril gate protecting the Underground Treasury slowly retracted to both sides.
Everyone in the square turned their heads in unison, their gazes converging on that dim entrance.
The refugees detained in the corner didn't even dare to breathe, fearing they would annoy that dictator who had subjected them to dimensionality reduction strikes.
Lin Nuo walked out with one hand in his suit pocket, his stride leisurely.
The sunlight hit his handsome, refined-yet-wicked face, and his gold-rimmed glasses refracted the cold luster of a superior.
Everyone's breathing stopped at this moment.
Not just because of this newly risen tyrant, but also because of the woman following behind him.
Hela walked out.
Without that iconic green antler helmet.
Without that dark green Uru battle armor filled with murderous intent.
And certainly without the violent aura of death surrounding her.
She was wearing a figure-hugging black backless evening gown, with ten-centimeter stilettos on her feet.
Her long hair draped smoothly over her shoulders like a waterfall.
She lowered her head slightly, her fair hands obediently holding the sides of her skirt, following closely behind Lin Nuo.
With every step, the sound of her stilettos clicking against the scorched marble struck heavily on the hearts of all the Asgardians.
An elderly refugee opened his mouth wide, pointing in Hela's direction, unable to even speak clearly.
"Is... is that the eldest princess?"
"Is that the Goddess of Death who once overturned the Nine Realms?"
Another civilian spoke subconsciously, then quickly covered their mouth, trembling all over in fear.
"How is that possible..."
"She looks just like a captive canary."
Thor struggled hard to break free from the two security guards, lunging forward two steps, only to be dragged down to the ground by the gravity shackles.
His mechanical prosthetic eye flashed rapidly, his lips turned blue, and he roared hysterically.
"Hela?!"
"How could you... how could you be dressed like this!"
In Thor's understanding, Hela was a war maniac who would rather die in battle than bow her head.
Even after being sealed by Odin for thousands of years, she still dared to single-handedly take down the entire Asgardian Royal Guard upon her release.
But now?
She was dressed like a vase going to a high-society banquet on Earth, following meekly behind a man.
Even her gait exuded a sense of submissiveness, as if she were at his beck and call.
Hearing Thor's questioning, Hela finally lifted her eyelids.
There was no humiliation of being a captive on that seductive face.
She looked past Thor, not even sparing a glance for her own brother.
She took two quick steps in her stilettos and naturally reached out to link her arm with Lin Nuo's.
Hela turned her face, her eyes full of unmasked admiration and attachment as she looked at Lin Nuo.
"Master."
Hela's voice was cloyingly sweet.
Under the gaze of hundreds of people, she completely cast aside her so-called royal dignity.
"These refugees outside are annoying."
"If you don't like them, I will go and clean them up for you right now, so they don't dirty your eyes."
As soon as these words came out, the refugees in the plaza were so scared they knelt on the ground.
The Goddess of Death was still the same god of slaughter.
It was just that the motive for wielding her slaughtering blade had changed to simply wanting to please the man by her side who controlled everything.
Thor completely collapsed.
His knees went weak, and he knelt heavily in the dust-filled ruins.
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his voice hoarse as if he were weeping blood.
"Crazy..."
"You are all crazy!"
"Asgard is finished!"