[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 362/363 (Patreon)

Odin's voice carried authority and sorrow as he addressed Hela.

"During the conquest of the Nine Realms, how many Asgardians sacrificed their lives? Did you not see any of it?"

"And now, you still dream of conquering the universe?"

He paused briefly before continuing, "Hela, the universe isn't as simple as you think. It's not a place you can conquer at will."

Odin's mind drifted to his own past ambitions. He, too, had once sought to expand Asgard's dominion further, but the cost had been too high—countless Asgardians lost, and the lurking dangers of the cosmos were far beyond his reckoning.

Hela, however, had never seen these sacrifices or understood the hidden threats. Her eyes were fixed solely on conquest, blind to the lives at stake or the dangers lying in wait.

Hela sneered.

"Now you act like the wise king, talking about sacrifice? Don't forget who you once were. Were you the saint and I the villain?"

Odin's gaze hardened as he raised Gungnir, his Eternal Spear.

If it were just Hela, he wouldn't be so concerned, but the possibility of her corrupting Syd with her ideals was a risk Odin couldn't take. The mere thought of the destruction the two of them could bring was enough to make him act.

Hela, seeing Odin prepare to attack, didn't hesitate. She reached up, manifesting her menacing black crown, and conjured weapons in both hands.

Boom!
Golden light shot forth from Gungnir.

Hela leaped aside, hurling her conjured weapons at Odin in rapid succession.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Odin deflected the projectiles with ease, though his movements were slower than they once were.

Hela smirked.

"Where's your strength now, old man? You're nothing but a shadow of your former self."

Her words stung with truth. Exhausted from his battle with Surtur, Odin's fatigue was evident. His strikes lacked their usual power, and his movements were labored.

Hela's confidence grew.

Everything was unfolding as she had anticipated. Even though Surtur had been defeated by someone else, Odin's current state was far from formidable.

If she could drag the fight out a little longer, victory would be hers.

As Hela pressed her advantage, the Asgardian citizens grew anxious, watching their once-mighty king struggle.

Thor clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. If only Mjölnir were intact, he would have joined the fight already.

Before Thor could act, Valkyrie charged forward, donning her white battle armor and brandishing her sword.

She moved swiftly, aiming to strike Hela.

Unfortunately, Hela, despite her focus on Odin, was far from unguarded.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A flurry of black weapons materialized and flew toward Valkyrie.

Clang! Clang!
Valkyrie deflected them, but her advance was halted.

"Come forth, Fenrir! And my loyal soldiers, stop them!" Hela commanded.

A massive black wolf emerged from the shadows, charging straight at Valkyrie, while an army of skeletal warriors appeared, engaging the Asgardian citizens who tried to assist.

Chaos erupted as battle cries and clashing weapons filled the air.

Thor turned to Syd, desperation in his eyes.

"Brother, help them," he pleaded.

Syd glanced at Thor, raised his hand, and a crimson glow enveloped the battlefield.

In an instant, everything froze.

Fenrir, with its jaws inches from Valkyrie, was immobilized mid-attack. The skeletal soldiers stood motionless, their weapons suspended in the air.

A wave of disbelief rippled through the onlookers.

Even the undead wolf and skeletons seemed to radiate shock and confusion, as if their long-dead instincts couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

All eyes turned to Syd.

With a mere gesture, he had neutralized the entire opposing force.

The sheer magnitude of his power left the Asgardians in awe.

Hela, seeing this, felt her stomach drop.

While she dodged Odin's attacks, she shouted angrily, "You're interfering too? Why?!"

"No reason," Syd replied calmly. "I'm just in a good mood."

He began floating toward Hela, his demeanor serene.

Hela's expression twisted with rage and fear. She conjured a flurry of weapons, sending them hurtling toward Syd.

Syd waved his hand, and the projectiles reversed their trajectory, flying back toward Hela.

Before she could react further, crimson energy enveloped her body, freezing her in place just as it had her forces.

"What… what is this?!" Hela struggled, her voice trembling with disbelief.

No matter how she strained, the red energy held her completely immobilized.

"This can't be happening!" she thought, panic rising as she realized she was utterly powerless.

Syd's gaze remained steady as he watched her futile struggle.

Without a word, he summoned a massive sphere of chaos magic, sending it hurtling toward her.

Boom!

The impact sent Hela flying, crashing through wall after wall before landing heavily on the ground.

From a distance, Valkyrie and the Asgardians watched in stunned silence.

The Goddess of Death, who had once seemed invincible, was now nothing more than a plaything for the white-clad prince.

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The overwhelming gap in strength left everyone stunned.

While the Asgardian crowd watched in awe, Hela lay on the ground, unable to move.

The impact of being slammed into the wall and ground was minor compared to the damage caused by the chaos magic.

For the first time, she fully understood the terror of her younger brother, the so-called God of Light.

If not for the support of Asgard's energy, which granted her immense regenerative abilities, she would have been at death's door from that single attack.

Even so, her recovery didn't improve her situation. Though her wounds healed quickly, the crimson energy binding her body made it impossible for her to move.

Hela struggled, but the red glow held her firmly in place.

The Asgardians, seeing Hela immobilized, sighed in relief.

Valkyrie, her eyes blazing with fury, gripped her sword tightly and began striding toward Hela, intent on avenging the Valkyrie legion.

Before she could reach Hela, Odin stepped forward, stopping just in front of the fallen goddess.

Looking down at her, Odin's expression was somber.

Hela sneered through gritted teeth. "What are you going to do, old man? Kill me? Then get it over with!"

"This time, I didn't lose to you—I lost to that monstrous brother of mine. You didn't win!"

"If it weren't for him, you'd be the one lying defeated!"

She laughed coldly and continued, "After seeing his power, aren't you afraid, old man? Doesn't he terrify you?"

Odin's gaze remained steady, her provocations failing to sway him.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Odin delivered his judgment.

"My child," he began solemnly, "a god who disregards life is unworthy of ruling over death."

As he spoke, Odin extended his empty left hand.

With a swift motion, the black crown atop Hela's head flew into his grasp.

"What are you doing? That's my crown!" Hela screamed in rage, her hair disheveled.

Odin ignored her outburst, holding the crown aloft.

"Only those with compassion in their hearts are worthy of wearing this crown and wielding its power."

The scene struck a chord with Thor, who froze in recognition of the familiar ritual.

After a brief pause, Odin turned back to Hela, his voice echoing with authority.

"In the name of my father and my grandfather, I, Odin Allfather, banish you from the realm of the gods!"

With that declaration, Odin raised Gungnir and pointed it at Hela.

"No!" Hela's scream of defiance was drowned out as her armor was stripped from her body.

A beam of light from the Bifröst engulfed her, and with one final cry, Hela was cast into the unknown—or rather, to Earth.

The black crown followed, spinning through the air before vanishing into the light.

The Asgardians looked on in stunned silence as the light of the Bifröst disappeared, leaving only echoes of Hela's protests.

Even Thor seemed taken aback.

"She's… gone?" he muttered.

Odin, still holding Gungnir, responded with an air of finality.

"If she cannot find compassion in her heart, she will perish on Earth."

The crowd fell silent at his words. Even Valkyrie, who had been seething with anger moments ago, seemed placated.

Valkyrie scoffed. "Compassion? For that murderer? That's laughable."

Her voice dripped with disdain as she recalled Hela's merciless slaughter of the Valkyrie legion.

"No one knows her better than I do. She's incapable of compassion. She kills without hesitation, without remorse. She's the Goddess of Death in every sense."

Pausing for a moment, she added with a smirk, "Stripped of her power, she's just a mortal now. Let's see how long her arrogance lasts."

The thought of Hela living as a powerless mortal brought a rare smile to Valkyrie's face.

Meanwhile, Syd's attention shifted to the ruins of the treasure vault.

His eyes narrowed as he raised his right hand, and crimson energy enveloped the debris.

Fragments of stone and shattered artifacts floated into the air, revealing hidden treasures within.

A golden glint caught his eye, and a moment later, an object flew into his hand—a damaged golden gauntlet.

"The Infinity Gauntlet," Syd muttered, examining it closely.

Thor, noticing the item, tilted his head in confusion. "What is that?"

"It's the Infinity Gauntlet," Syd replied calmly.

The mention of the gauntlet left most of the onlookers bewildered, but Odin's expression darkened.

"So, you're collecting the Infinity Stones," Odin remarked, his voice laced with unease.

"Infinity Stones are dangerous. To gather them all is…"

(End of Chapter)

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