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

Inside the Asgardian palace, Hela, bound by magical lassos, sat sullenly in a corner, staring resentfully at the tall, imposing figure.

Don't look at me like that.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze, Wayne sighed helplessly, "Anyone who didn't know better would think I did something to you."

Hela chuckled coldly, "Heh... You know what you've done."

"What did I do?"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Wayne knelt down in front of Hela. "Miss, are you upset?"

As that handsome face drew closer, Hela could clearly see her own face flushed an unnatural red in the reflection of his obsidian-like eyes—he must be angry.

Damn it, don't look at me like that! I really want to stomp on that face!

She didn't know what was wrong with her; she didn't seem like her usual self... But then again, this bastard was indeed good-looking, and quite strong too, and he even beat her... No! She didn't lose!

"Yes! I refuse to accept this! You only beat me by sneak attacking!"

Being silently watched by those eyes made Hela turn her head away uncomfortably, not daring to meet their gaze.

Although Hela stubbornly called Wayne's knocking her unconscious a "sneak attack," she actually knew she couldn't react to it at all—which meant that the opponent's strength truly overwhelmed her.

However, being convinced in one's heart and being convinced verbally are two different things.

"Okay, I'll let you go, let's fight one more time."

"Hmph, I'm not going to fight someone who resorts to sneak attacks."

"Oh ho, so arrogant? Believe me or not, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your father!"

"When I was conquering the universe, you weren't even a cell yet, kid."

Sister Hela raised her head, and Wei Yang, with a hint of anticipation on his lips, straightened his full conscience. "Come, come, I want to see how you plan to educate me."

"..."

Why do you seem a little impatient?

Without hesitation, Wayne bent down and hoisted Hela onto his shoulder.

"Damn it! Put me down!"

Hela, her face burning with shame and indignation, bit her soft lips. Never having been treated like this before, her mind went blank as she struggled to get down... though her struggles were rather gentle.

Wayne paid no attention to Hela's symbolic struggle, since to him there was no difference between a serious struggle and a symbolic struggle, since neither would get her down.

"Old man Odin, come and discipline your good daughter! What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny."

Odin, who had been observing the two, slightly suppressed his maternal smile, but the idea in his heart grew stronger—the perfect way to kill two birds with one stone and solve the two most troublesome things at the same time!

Let's not talk about that anymore.

Wayne didn't dwell on what Odin was laughing at; he simply tossed Hela to the ground, infuriating Hela who glared at him fiercely. "Here, your daughter, what do you suggest we do? Seal her back?"

"No!"

Upon hearing the word "seal," Hela's eyes flashed with ferocity as she glared at Odin, as if she were about to erupt into a desperate attack at any moment.

"..."

No, daughter, he said he'd seal you away, why are you glaring at me?

Odin felt incredibly wronged. Although he had indeed considered resealing Hela before, that was before, and he no longer had that idea.

Under Hela's astonished gaze, Odin pointed at Gungnir, and the magical lasso on Hela's body turned into particles of light and dissipated.

"My child, you know I'm old."

The once majestic Father of the Gods now appears aged and frail, saying, "I'm afraid I'm no longer able to seal Hela away."

"Hmph, good to know."

Hela proudly raised her head... This old geezer thinks he can seal her away again? Gungnir will break him!

"So... Hey hey hey! I haven't finished yet! Why are you leaving?!"

Odin looked up and saw that Wayne had already turned and walked out of the palace.

"You didn't finish speaking, but I listened to the whole thing."

Wayne gave Odin a look that said, "I've seen through you guys all along." "You bunch of old foxes...don't you ever change your tune when you're in trouble? If you need my help, stop with the nonsense and get to the point!"

"What are you going to do? What are the benefits?"

"..."

Is it really that direct?

Odin was unaware that before him, Wayne had encountered a yellow-robed old nun who also "couldn't do it herself" and wanted to "trick Wayne into helping her."

But at least I got an eternal promise from the Ancient One, and I also found a decent punching bag along the way. And that incident did have some impact on Earth.

But this mess of yours doesn't affect Earth at all. If Odin isn't going to give you anything, why should he help you? Just because you're so arrogant?

Is it because of his relationship with Thor? That's even more useless. With the blond hammer-wielding girl calling him "Second Brother" every day without any remorse, this guy has absolutely no face in Wayne's eyes.

"Child, calm down."

Odin reassured Wayne in an unusually gentle tone, "There are benefits, of course. Shall I take you to the Asgardian vault to pick out a couple of items later?"

"Twenty items."

"...Would it be too much?"

"I'll resurrect Mangog, you fight him yourself."

"..."

Having exhausted all other options, Odin was on the verge of tears, but finally gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay...so, could you please look after Hela for me for a while?"

Seeing that Odin agreed, Wayne nodded slightly in satisfaction.

The treasures of Asgard were of little use to him, but they were useful to Johnny and his crew.

And even if he could get it from other universes, Odin has already personally packed it up and delivered it to him, so why bother making another trip?

As for Hela... it's not that Wayne looks down on her, but even a hundred more Hela wouldn't be a match for him!

We'll arrange a place for them to stay and let them have their own fun. If they cause trouble, we can get there anytime—the only cost is one more mouth to feed...it's not a bad deal.

"You two bastards! You made that decision without even asking me!"

"So you don't want to go with him?"

"...Did I even have a choice...? What are you laughing at!"

Looking at his proud daughter, Odin smiled like a loving father. "It's nothing, child. I was just thinking of something funny."

"For example, has the hemorrhoid that has plagued us for thousands of years finally been cured?"

Wayne's quip immediately darkened Odin's expression.

"Really? You really have hemorrhoids? You sit all day... oh~~"

"My child, the Father of the Gods will not have hemorrhoids."

"How can you prove it?"

"..."