In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Huh? Weren't you just looking reluctant? How come you're willing now?

Wayne, who casually repaired Asgard once again, looked somewhat confused.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much, since it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, and he no longer wanted the souvenirs from the Celestial Palace.

The things in the celestial palace are treasures to others, but to him, frankly speaking, they are no different from roadside stones—they are all utterly useless.

If he really wanted it, there would be tons of them in the multiverse.

"No, you can keep them yourselves."

"???"

Odin, who had already prepared for a massive hemorrhage, was left completely bewildered by this turn of events.

However, before he could ask any further questions, the roar of the giant beast echoed faintly through the heavens and earth once again.

"They're still alive?!"

The people of Asgard once again recalled the scenes that Mangog had brought before them... Children who had lost their parents cried, elderly people who had lost their children wailed, warm families were buried under ruins, and friends and relatives of the past were buried by war.

When everything that was once taken for granted is about to be completely destroyed again, negative emotions such as hatred, fear, and anger make the Asgard Palace noisy once more.

Having absorbed these emotions, Mango's resurrection was accelerated, and he began to reconstruct his body at a visible speed.

Seeing this, Wayne did not stop them. Instead, his eyes lit up, and he waited with great interest for Mangog to be resurrected.

"No! It's coming back to life! We have to find a way to stop it!"

Odin beckoned Gungnir to him and strode forward, seemingly prepared to fight Mangog for another three hundred rounds... "No, I'll go?"

Seeing Wayne remain unmoved, Odin suddenly had a bad feeling.

"No need, you can just stay to the side."

"And what about you?"

Wayne ignored him and simply watched Mangogo, who had already taken on most of his body.

"..."

My premonition came true.

Odin took a deep breath, trying to explain to Wayne the dangers of Mangog's resurrection, "Child, you should know that in your Midgard, arrogance is the greatest sin."

"Mangog is too dangerous; it feeds on hatred."

"As long as hatred exists, it will not die; it will only grow stronger..."

At this point, Odin paused, though he wanted to say that if Mangog were allowed to continue growing, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But when he thought of Wayne's presence, which made even those sitting in the shadows hesitant to act rashly, he had to change his mind. "The safest way is to seal Mangog away again."

Based on Wayne's performance with that punch, if Mango continues to grow, he might be able to withstand one or two punches.

But if Wayne's performance with just that one punch was enough to make the Shadows-Sitting One wary.

So either this kid has something special about him that I haven't noticed, or... from the very beginning, this kid has been deliberately hiding it.

Thinking of this, Odin unconsciously widened his single eye slightly. Although he was very old, his pupils did not appear cloudy.

Thinking about it carefully, Wayne's behavior is less about arrogance and more about seeing an ant struggling to lift his little finger, so why wouldn't he put his whole palm on it to see?

"Roar! Odin—!"

The resurrected Mangog continues to ignore everyone and attacks Odin.

"Has no one taught you to respect the elderly?"

Wayne's pupils narrowed slightly, and his crimson gaze pierced through the dimensional barrier of Asgard, blasting Mangog out of Asgard. "Sorry, I forgot you're not human. Nobody taught you that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne flew out of Asgard through the dimensional rift he had created.

"..."

Odin glanced deeply in the direction Wayne had left, then slowly turned around. A tall, beautiful figure, exuding an aura of death, appeared behind him at some point.

A hint of struggle and confusion appeared in his clear, old eyes, and his voice carried a trace of guilt, "My child, welcome home."

"Home?"

Hela gently stroked the longsword in her hand, while wisps of black mist swirling around her body corroded everything in Asgard, spreading like a spider web across mountains, rivers, and magnificent buildings.

A dark wisp of sword light flashed like a thread, and the distant mountains collapsed in response, leaving only a smooth cross-section.

Looking at the cracked magical shield in front of Odin, Hela pursed her lips slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Odin, you're getting old."

Odin took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the trace of apprehension in them had completely vanished. "Yes, but I am still the Allfather!"

Clang—Gangnier was planted in the ground, its golden ripples spreading out, clashing with the dark netting patterns. On one side was the golden sun setting in the sky, and on the other side was the shadow that enveloped the ground.

……

The vast and boundless depths of the universe.

The ferocious beast roared silently, grabbing a meteorite the size of a mountain and hurling it at the platinum-colored figure in the distance.

The platinum-gold figure stood proudly in the void, hands behind its back, calmly gazing at the giant meteorite close at hand, its eyes shining with a brilliant crimson light like burning stars.

The meteorite, the size of a mountain, melted into lava in an instant and flowed in the weightless void.

Odin!!!

Mangog roared silently, shattering the floating rocks beneath his feet and bursting through the magma like a meteor, trying to bypass Wayne and go to Asgard to hunt down Odin.

Wayne casually reached out his right hand and grabbed Mangog's horn, forcing him to a stop in mid-air.

Odin!

Odin!!

Oh...slap—the still struggling Mangog was slapped by Wayne so hard that his head spun hundreds of times.

"The more hatred you have, the stronger you become, right?"

Wayne grabbed Mangog and pulled him in front of him, punching him repeatedly. "What about your own hatred?"

"I'll chop off your limbs! Isn't that hateful enough?"

"I'll tear your mouth off! Isn't that enough?"

"I'll rip your head off! Enough... Huh? Dead again?"

Wayne tossed the unidentified lump of material aside.

Then, the flow of time was accelerated, allowing Mangog to be resurrected once more.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time."

"I have over 20,000 ways to torture you... to make you feel hatred."

"Even if you stop hating Odin and start hating me instead, that's fine... or rather, that would be wonderful."

……

Asgard.

The battle between Odin and Hela is nearing its end—Odin is once again impaled on the ground, resembling a wooden stake.

Just as Hela said, he was old, and although he couldn't be called "cowardly," he still had too many concerns compared to Hela.

In order to teleport the resurrected people of Asgard away, the mighty Allfather actually cosplayed as a speed bump twice in one day. Odin was very worried that if word got out, Zeus and the others would laugh at him.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Hela looked at Odin with surprise, who was "rolling his dead fish eyes and doubting his own reputation in his later years." This old man had clearly been defeated by her, but he looked like he had lost a game of mahjong and did not have much of a reaction.