In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 204

The little loli in a green dress blinked her eyes, her gaze falling on Laimu.

She tilted her head in confusion, deep in thought, her little brows furrowed tightly together.

After a moment of thought, her beautiful big eyes suddenly lit up, and she giggled as she pounced forward.

“Mama! Hug!”

Laimu subconsciously caught the pouncing little loli, but it felt like he had caught a nuclear bomb.

He was struck by lightning, burnt outside and tender inside… his mind went blank, his entire face was stiff, and the world turned black and white.

What the fuck—?

The little loli, who had successfully pounced into his arms, didn’t care about any of that. She just giggled and rubbed her little head against his S-grade chest.

Child, you can’t rub there! The plains will turn into valleys!

“Call me sis… no, call me brother!”

Laimu held the little loli’s head and looked at her sternly, “You can only call me brother!”

The green-clad little loli slowly quieted down, staring at him, her small mouth pouting, “Waaah—waaah-ooh, Mama! Mama doesn’t want me anymore! Waaah—woo-woo—”

In an instant, tears streamed down her face, like the Yangtze River overflowing its banks, or the Yellow River in a great flood.

Waaah-waaah, like a police siren.

Laimu was annoyed by the noise, and his irritation grew. Looking at that small mouth opening and closing, he didn’t know whether to cover it or throw it away…

Gradually, anger rose from his heart, and evil grew from his guts. He suddenly stretched out two fingers and stuffed them into that small mouth!

He put a candy in.

The little loli hiccuped, smacked her lips, and finally stopped crying. Before long, she was all smiles.

“Hmph! Is the candy delicious! Is it super sweet!”

Laimu tilted his little chin up, smiling smugly. He took out two more candies, placed them in his palm, and tempted the little loli.

“Call me brother, call me brother and I’ll give them to you.”

“Brother!”

The little girl called out without hesitation, happily grabbing the two candies in her hand.

Plan complete!

…

After clarifying the situation on the scene and resurrecting those who had unfortunately died, Laimu took the little loli, who had appeared out of nowhere, to the backyard of the Asgardian palace.

He was going to see Odin, and the two Thors followed along.

In the small courtyard, Odin was leisurely reclining in a lounge chair, while Frigga came to greet them.

Only when he handed the little loli to Frigga did Laimu finally let out a long sigh of relief.

This little one was very clingy, and only clung to him. No matter who else it was, Sif, Thor, or Jane, she would cry endlessly as soon as she was handed to them.

Frigga was the second person who could hold the little one steadily. As expected of the mother of two thousand-year-old children, she was incredibly good at handling children.

Odin also got up and walked over, looking at the little loli with a complicated expression, hesitatingly moving a little closer.

The little loli poked her head out from Frigga’s arms, her small hands curiously clawing and grabbing, and she pulled Odin’s white beard.

The little one looked at Odin with pure big eyes, giggling and extremely happy, “Old grandpa! White-bearded old grandpa!”

Thor and Jane Foster stood watching from the side.

Even though both were Thors, and even though they were standing in Asgard, the land of magic, they still felt it was very surreal.

Was this that Hela? The Hela who had just fought them to the death, blades clashing?

The Death Goddess Hela, who had once swept across battlefields and whose fearsome reputation spread far beyond?

Now she’s turned into such a small one? And she’s pulling Odin’s beard?

The Mjolnir with its new skin was held in Jane’s hand, rotating left and right with her unconscious movements as she thought.

The rotating hammer gradually drew Thor’s gaze from the little loli and Odin.

He cautiously shuffled a bit, then shuffled again, leaning next to Jane, and reached out to grasp the hammerhead of Mjolnir.

“What’s wrong?”

Jane turned her head, looking at him in confusion.

“That…”

Thor smiled foolishly, a tiny bit embarrassed, “You… did you forget to return something to me?”

“Did I?”

Jane, in silver armor and a red cape, tilted her head, innocent and bewildered, “Did I take something of yours? I don’t remember.”

“Yes!”

Thor gritted his teeth, forcing out a single word with a strained smile.

The two’s hands, gripping Mjolnir, slowly began to exert force, neither willing to let go.

Then, with a snap, the hammer broke in half from the middle.

The hammerhead was in Thor’s hand, and the handle was in Jane’s hand. A perfectly good Mjolnir had turned into a brick and a short stick.

“Cough.”

Odin looked up and coughed softly.

The two who were just fighting over the hammer instantly froze, silent as cicadas – their expressions were exactly the same.

“Alright, everyone come and sit down.”

Odin pointed to the chairs brought by the guards, “If you’re interested, come and listen to a story from this old man.”

In the small courtyard, Laimu and Odin sat facing each other. Frigga sat on one side of Odin, and Thor and the female Thor sat on the other.

And the little girl in green jumped into Odin’s arms, seriously playing with his beard.

…

A story from a very, very long time ago.

Long ago, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Asgardians were not as powerful as they are now. They walked through war and bloodshed, enduring the scorching of countless battles, before achieving their current glory.

War has always been intertwined with Asgard.

Odin’s father, his father’s father, and even more ancient ancestors, every generation could not escape the vortex of war.

Sometimes they were invaded, sometimes they attacked outwards, but in any case, the horns of blood and fire rarely ceased.

…When will my husband return?

The wife, leaning against the green tree by the door, gazed blankly at the sky, not knowing if her distant husband was alive or dead.

…Farewell, my brother… See you in the next life…

A friend, upon hearing the news of his friend’s death, shed tears and poured a bowl of wine.

…Live and die together! Never retreat!

The soldiers holding their ground squeezed these words from their blood-stained teeth.

…My son…

…I wish I could see her one more time.

…Those who invade my territory deserve to die!

…

Countless resentments, countless murderous intentions, hatred, anger, and regret… all the darkness in people’s hearts gathered together and flowed into the underground of Asgard.

In that dark, sunless place, these things took root and sprouted.

They became her.

She was Hela.

The first time Odin saw Hela, he knew her origin. He had even thought of killing her to eliminate future troubles.

But Hela had already merged with the land of Asgard. If she died, the land would shatter; if the land shattered, then Hela would also die.

Therefore, Odin could only keep Hela by his side, hoping to make her a part of the Asgardian people.