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

Hela had no doubt that Odin was not afraid of death.

But after Odin's death, Asgard would be his own. Wouldn't he be afraid of implementing a bloody tyranny?

Given Hela's personality, she would definitely kill anyone in Asgard who refused to surrender.

Given Odin's standing among the Asgardians, many would obviously be dissatisfied with him forcibly seizing the throne.

"Child, you've won."

Odin saw Hela's confusion, "But Asgard cannot be given to you."

"Is that so? But now, it's not up to you to decide."

Hela raised her sword, ready to plunge it into Odin's heart.

But the next second... "Hey, Old Deng, did you ever make anything like this when you were younger?"

Hela turned around abruptly and saw a tall, white-gold figure appear not far behind her.

When did you arrive?!

Hela was stunned for a moment upon seeing who it was, but then she quickly regained her senses, raised her longsword, and asked warily, "Who are you?!"

She arrived in Asgard just as Wayne left, so this is the first time she has met Wayne.

"Where are you all?"

Wayne glanced disdainfully at Odin, who was stuck in the ground like a wooden stake, and said, "Old Deng, you're not good enough either."

Upon hearing this, Odin blushed. "It just so happened that the ground was slippery... otherwise I could have dodged it!"

Both times they met, he was impaled on the ground, which would be humiliating even for Odin, who had lived for so many years.

But these young people nowadays are really something, they don't even know how to consider the feelings of the elderly! Some things are better left unsaid, just kept to yourself!

Hela unconsciously widened her eyes slightly as she listened to their conversation. She never expected that Odin, who was usually so concerned about his reputation, would allow someone to speak to her like that.

This added a touch of curiosity and scrutiny to her gaze as she looked at Wayne—he wasn't Asgardian, but someone who could make Odin restrain his temper must have extraordinary abilities…and he was quite pleasing to the eye…

"Mortal, explain your origins."

Hela asked Wayne another question, but her tone was much gentler than when she spoke to Odin.

"Excuse me, miss, I'm busy."

Wayne casually dismissed Hela, then pulled the longsword stuck in Odin's body and threw a small bundle of things he was carrying at Odin. "Old Odin, I need some after-sales service."

Wayne's reaction slightly displeased Hela, but her pupils instantly contracted after catching a glimpse of what Wayne had thrown out of the corner of her eye. "Mangog?!"

"...O...Odin..."

Mangog, now only the size of a small dog and looking half-dead, lay on the ground, struggling to crawl toward Odin.

This scene doesn't look like someone seeking revenge against Odin; rather, it looks like someone asking Odin for help.

Odin, clutching his wounded waist, struggled to his feet, his expression complex. He turned to Wayne, whose eyes were darting around, and asked, "What... what did you do to it?"

"It's nothing, we had a lot of fun!"

Wayne strode forward and stomped Mangog into the ground, preventing it from seeking help...revenge. "Besides, you haven't mentioned it yet, did you create anything similar when you were younger?"

"This thing is of poor quality; it broke after a while."

Wayne pointed at Mangog, who had fallen asleep again with a snap, then looked up at Odin with a sullen expression. "Don't you think you need to provide after-sales support?"

Odin's eye twitched; he nearly fainted from anger. "So what you mean is?"

"Seven-day no-reason return policy".

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, and Odin and Hela fell silent.

"After-sales service? Of course, we have that!"

Odin forced a smile onto his wrinkled old face. "But you don't need to return the goods. I'll take you to the Asgardian vault later so you can pick out a couple as compensation, how about that... What's with your eyesight?"

Upon hearing "the treasure vault of the Celestial Palace," Wayne pondered for a moment and then sighed softly.

"..."

Is it really that difficult?

Odin felt breathless, realizing that his life's collection had been treated like a stone by others. If he hadn't known that he couldn't get mortal diseases, he would have thought he had high blood pressure.

Although there was no second sandbag, Wayne wasn't too disappointed.

After all, Mangog had at least given him some fun.

It's a pity that Mangog can't become stronger by absorbing his own hatred and stepping on his own foot to become stronger.

But it must be said that Mangog is indeed quite satisfying to punch, because it is difficult to be truly killed by pure physical force, so Wayne simply held back a little and killed Mangog with one punch.

Moreover, with the biofield around, there was no need to worry about destroying the universe, which led Wayne to get a little carried away—and that's how Mangog ended up like this.

However, this is definitely not his fault, since by the time he came to his senses, Mango had already turned into this... So blame Mango.

Playing with your Uncle Wayne makes you unconsciously more resistant to beatings.

Wayne stomped Mangog out with his last kick, and then used his superhuman beliefs to completely erase the very concept of Mangog's existence.

"You two!"

Hela had long regarded Asgard as her own property. Seeing that the two were distributing what belonged to her without her consent, Hela once again conjured a longsword.

She intended to teach this arrogant mortal a lesson, otherwise, if he dared to ignore her now, he would surely ride roughshod over her once she was under his command!

Clang—A glint of cold light appeared first!

Boom! Half of the celestial palace snapped in two!

"??!"

Hela almost thought she was seeing things when she saw Wayne block her attack with just one index finger.

As she had originally planned, this attack wouldn't hurt Wayne; at most, she would just brush past him as a slight show of force.

But she really didn't expect Wayne to take the initiative to block it, and to block it with just one finger!

"How is that possible?!"

After a brief moment of shock, an overwhelming excitement surged within him: "Follow me!"

Hela sheathed her sword and extended an olive branch to Wayne, "Asgard is now within my grasp. Submit to me, and you will be second only to me, above all others. Together we will conquer the entire universe!"

"Come! Lie down before me and kiss the back of my feet, show your submission, and I will allow you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hela was struck on the side of the neck by Wayne with a chop to the neck and immediately lost consciousness.

Wayne reached out and caught Hela, then turned to Odin, "Your eldest daughter's pretty arrogant, huh?"

This was the first time he had ever met someone who made him submit so readily; she was certainly unique… It was only because she was Thor's sister that he dared to speak to her like that.

"Well, it's normal for kids to be a little rebellious as they grow up."

As he finished speaking, Odin's eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at the unconscious Hela... Was he going to seal her back into the seal once more?

But even if he could seal Hela now, how many years could he keep her sealed?

Hela will eventually break free of the seal and return; sealing her again will only prolong the hatred.

Just as he was agonizing over this, an idea flashed through Odin's mind like lightning! Odin's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had just thought of something!