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

"Consider this a small amount of interest I've collected."

Death lightly touched her soft lips with her index finger, her eyebrows curved into a gentle arc, and a charming smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"Interest?"

Wayne casually pulled up a chair and sat down, seemingly unconcerned about death. "What do I owe you?"

What do you think?

Death sat down on Wayne's lap with her legs together, her soft, white arms wrapped around the back of his neck. "You've been stealing quite a few souls from me lately."

Wayne recalled that he had indeed resurrected quite a few people recently. "Yes, I did it. Have you thought about a few things or what?"

Death is definitely the strongest person Wayne has ever met, but unfortunately she's not male, so Wayne can only describe her as a "mature woman".

But even without using the "left foot stepping on the right foot" tactic, Wayne, relying solely on his "superman belief," was not intimidated by his opponent.

"No, I won't be angry with you because of those souls."

Death reached out and touched Wayne's cheek. "As long as one soul belongs to me, all of that can be wiped clean."

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed."

Wayne grabbed Death's wrist and pulled it away from his cheek. "What you want, you can't take away, and nobody can take away."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

A look of infatuation flashed in Death's beautiful eyes, which reflected Wayne's image. "I can wait. You can come back to my arms anytime you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, death returned the body to Hela.

"That...that wasn't me!"

With her cheeks burning and her mind blank, Hela began by explaining what had just happened—clearly, she was still conscious when Death took control of her body.

"I know, I don't blame you, come down."

"..."

Seeing Wayne's indifferent reaction, Hela couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

I've been left hanging here for so long that I almost started to think Loki was right.

As a result, her emotions were completely muddled, while this bastard did the exact opposite! Did he think she was utterly dispensable?

Instead of getting off Wayne, Hela, still furious, bit him hard on the collarbone, leaving a wet mark.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm being controlled."

"..."

I'm too embarrassed to call you out.

Hela, who never expected to do such a thing, forced herself to remain calm and avoided looking at Wayne. After getting off him, she abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, she was the one who approached me, saying she wanted me to become her messenger or something."

"What do you think? If you don't like it, I can help you cut off contact with her."

Hela was surprised that Wayne cared about her feelings. "Are you jealous?"

"...Do you think that's possible?"

"It looks very similar."

Hela suddenly felt great and said that Wayne couldn't possibly be so indifferent to her.

Although she didn't know if it was because of the kiss or something else, none of that mattered. What mattered was that Hela could sense the change in the other person's attitude.

"You've fallen for me just because of a kiss? — How innocent you are, kid~"

Having absolutely no experience in that area, Hela started to act like an expert, putting on a show of being a knowledgeable older sister.

To Hela's surprise, Wayne did not refute or argue; he simply listened quietly to her.

For Wayne, he was just trying his best. Whatever the reason, it happened, and he wouldn't run away from it.

He wasn't unaware of Hela's emotions, but aside from methods to soothe them... it seemed he had only reached the maximum level in "physical aspects," while his "psychological aspects" were only mediocre.

He can't just say, "Shall we go play a game then?" when the other person is unhappy.

Wayne couldn't hold back his emotions when he thought about this.

However, not long after Pietro's interview, Wanda and Lorna kept asking him when he would go to Kenosha again... Maybe he should go see them?

Although he felt that not much time had passed, Hela's behavior made him realize that their thoughts seemed to be quite different.

Although Wayne wanted to take things slowly and let the relationship develop gradually, things never went as planned.

Wayne leaned back in his chair, his super vision taking in everything within countless light-years, but his mind wasn't on it.

At this moment, he understood the truth of "with great power comes great responsibility" more deeply.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hela touched Wayne's forehead with some concern. She had seen people on TV doing this when mortals got sick, and although she didn't think Wayne was sick, she still reacted instinctively.

"It's nothing."

Wayne changed the subject, "By the way, when did she contact you? And why?"

Hearing this, Hela showed a rare hint of embarrassment—she couldn't possibly have died when Wayne hadn't returned for "a long time" and was getting upset about it, could she?

As for why death came for her, perhaps it was because she was relatively close to Wayne?

Hela didn't know why death had targeted Wayne, but her divinity made her inherently closer to death than others.

Especially after becoming a messenger of death, she could vaguely sense that death did not seem to be malicious.

The reason for becoming a messenger of death is simple: death gave Hela the power she wanted, and even lent her more power at crucial moments.

Especially since the only price was for her to stay by Wayne's side—which was hardly a price for Hela.

Seeing that Hela was stammering and couldn't give a clear answer, just then the Fantastic Four returned from dealing with the villains.

Hela grasped at a straw and made an excuse to leave. Wayne just shrugged and didn't care much; he could find out anytime he wanted to know.