The God of Injustice in Marvel

Asgard's celebration party is never late.

Although it was still a mess outside, even the roof of the place where the banquet was held was half opened, and Surtur's huge ice sculpture could still be seen looming through the two door pillars.

But the party was still held.

This is also the first banquet held in Asgard after Odin left.

The Asgardians' open-mindedness about life and death has really opened the eyes of everyone who came from the earth.

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"Hey, why are they... I'm not saying this is not good. It's really good to be able to enjoy life freely without indulging in grief, but..."

Tony was unusually hesitant in speaking, and his venomous tongue was completely absent. He tilted his shoulders in confusion, keeping his gaze straight, and approached Leon who was sitting next to him, asking in a low voice.

"...Do people from Asgard really not feel sad or sad at all?

They don’t have this emotion?!”

If the only person who died was Odin himself, Tony could still think of the "truth" that the king listened to the slander and drank and had fun all day long, making the people miserable. But in the battle just now, Hela once ruled Asgar for a short time.

In those days of virtue, the Asgardians lost more than just a god-king.

Comrades, teachers, relatives, friends who fight side by side...

There are not a few people who died.

But they really got into the mood so quickly, even more free and easy than this group of "spectators" from Earth.

"What's this?"

Leon studied a strange fruit that looked like a bird's egg nonchalantly, and replied with the same intent: "Asgardians generally have a long lifespan, but there is no such thing as one or two hundred years old or infancy."

This is a setting only found in the book.

Like us, they reach adulthood at the age of 20 and then start their normal lives.

What I mean by normal life is going to the battlefield, participating in battles, opening people up with a big ax, beheading people, and so on.

You kill me and I kill you, life or death~ I have long been used to it. Moreover, Asgardians respect honor and force!

Look, that big fool."

Leon pointed at Saul: "Do you think he has the talent to manage the country? Will he lead his people to prosperity? Will he solve the problem of law and fairness?

He knows shit!"

"Leon! Hahahaha! Let's drink!" Sol raised his glass and gestured towards Lyon from a distance.

He also raised the wine glass and smiled in return. Leon drank the two kilograms of wine in the wine glass, slapped it on the table, wiped his mouth, and continued to complain.

"Then why is Thor always the heir to the throne of Asgard's God-King?"

"Um...maybe because he is Odin's eldest son?"

Tony's venomous tongue has finally recovered a bit.

"There is a reason for the special code! But that's not all.

Asgard needs a powerful god-king. They need force, they need victory, and they need everything to follow the prophecy.

This cup is empty! Bring me a new bucket!!"

Oh, this thing is really a bird egg.

Spread the difficult-to-make gras on the egg yolk and eat it. Only Lyon can do this.

Burping, Leon continued to be his understanding brother, and Brooklyn's understanding character remained standing.

"What you see is their heartless side, don't interrupt me yet, they are indeed heartless.

That's because they believe that what the dead want to see most is the happy smiling faces of their family and friends.

They really do that. And it’s almost become a tradition.”

In the original plot, after Loki accidentally killed Frigga, he used magical illusions to hide his pain. This was also the reason.

Asgardians don't like to cry, and they only cry where no one is around.

"This is a real fighting nation!"

Captain America, who was on Lyon's right, pushed the whole roasted suckling pig in front of him to Lyon's empty plate, and said with emotion: "It's not that they won't be sad, they just need to be happy.

Some things will eventually disappear, but at least we have witnessed them."

As Captain America spoke, he picked up the wine glass with some depression. He was unexpectedly slapped on the back by Leon and almost poked his head into the wine glass.

"Ha! That's a good idea! Come on, let's have a drink!

Everyone!!”

Leon stood up, raised his glass and shouted: "Today is the youngest day in the rest of your life, so celebrate!"

Everyone was having a great time drinking. When Lyon encouraged him, there was a huge response. The sound of glasses clinking was heard everywhere, and some people started singing on the spot.

After another two kilograms of wine, Leon quenched his thirst a little. He pointed at the people who were singing songs in groups of twos and threes, arms around their shoulders, and turned to look at Tony: "Look, do you understand this time?"

Tony raised his glass and took a sip with a smile.

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Asgardians hold endless banquets, which is related to their excessively long lifespans, as well as their joy of victory after battles and their love for wine.

Everyone from Earth is obviously not able to adapt to this kind of rhythm. How can anyone fall asleep drunk the night before, wake up the next day and go straight to the banquet hall, not reacting to anything, and just drink too much at this kind of banquet?

ah!

…

Three days have passed since Hela was defeated.

Perhaps Asgard's wine cellar is the strongest and most well-arranged place. Even with Leon and Thor present, the supply of wine has never been interrupted.

After three days of drinking happily, Leon thought nothing of it. On the night of the third day, he slowly walked out of the banquet hall and walked to the lawn with a glass of wine.

There is a pyramid there, where Hela is imprisoned.

In the banquet hall, Captain America stood by the terrace, stroking the railing and watching Leon walk away.

"You don't have to worry about that. He's never done anything wrong, right?"

Tony walked over and stood next to Captain America.

Captain America smiled and shook his head: "Of course I'm not worried about this, I'm just a little curious about how he will handle the matter about Hela."

"Who knows."

Tony shrugged and spread his hands: "This doesn't seem to be a problem we can handle. At most, Leon hasn't solved it yet, so we can help him. Of course, there will be a fee."

"Hahahaha! Yes, there is a fee! This guy Lyon cheated me out of a lot of money."

"He wants to trick even a pauper like you?!"

"Although it's uncomfortable to be called a pauper, since it's you, it doesn't matter. There are very few people in front of you who are not paupers."

"No, there is no one who is not a pauper."

"Leon said there's a duck that's richer than you."

"Duck?!"

"Yes, there is a bat? It seems so."

Tony and Captain America chatted and returned to the banquet hall. They couldn't solve Leon's problem, and it was useless to worry about it. The great thing was that if Leon had a problem, he came to them for help, and they came directly.

Of course, there is a fee.

…

Captain America and Tony were walking back on one side, while Loki and Thor were in front of the railing on the other side, looking at Leon in the distance.

Loki squinted his eyes and glanced at Thor as if he was suppressing a smile: "What's wrong? Do you have any ideas?"

Sol raised his glass and took a sip: "I don't have any ideas, I just think... alas..."

"What do you think?" Loki pointed to the wound on his chest: "Do you think the two of us were beaten hard enough? I almost died, brother."

Thor smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I shouldn't have insisted that the Asgardians resolve this matter themselves."

Looking back at the happy scene in the banquet hall where people were drinking, laughing and singing, Thor looked a little unhappy: "If there was no Leon, no Captain Marvel, and no that big yellow mouse in this battle, maybe...

"

"Nothing is possible."

Loki pointed at Leon in the distance: "Do you think that even if you don't want them to come, he won't come?

This kind of thing cannot be thought of like that at all.”

"But if I did something wrong..."

"Then Asgard will have another god-king."

Loki made a little joke: "After all, we are Asgardians, we are not afraid of death, are we?"

Ha, that's right.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

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In the distance, Leon has walked in front of the pyramid.

Like I did a few days ago, I sat down on the ground and put the wine glass in front of me.

"What are you thinking about? Before you answer me, I will only remind you once: I will definitely take away an answer. And I will only take away one answer.

No matter what, I will not look back or come back again. So, think about it clearly. Think about it clearly before you answer me."

A minute later, Leon said: "Well, now I'm here to ask for my answer."

First there was a sigh.

"well…………

I've been thinking about what you said."

"Hmm, what next."

"...Aren't you afraid that if I go out and backhand...you don't care."

Leon nodded very indifferently: "You may not know much, after all, you have never been with your two brothers.

They were both ready to die at any time, and they also knew what I was going to do.

It's just that they believe in me. Then, it doesn't matter to me. I think if you still want to fight again, I can join the fight.

Remember, when they defeated you before, I wasn't there~~

Stop talking nonsense. Tell me what you think. I said, I only want an answer."

"I…………"

Hela in the seal gritted her teeth: "...I hope to be liberated from the seal! I promise..."

"Okay!"

Leon interrupted Hela's guarantee: "Your guarantee is actually not worth a penny. Moreover, it is insignificant.

Now that you have the answer, where are you going to go? Let's first say that you can't stay in Asgard.

Earth, that’s impossible. You don’t like the Earth anyway, and the people on Earth don’t like you either.”

Hela was silent for a long time and gave an answer.

"Fuck! Are you serious!"

Leon didn't even expect Hela to be so crazy... and smart.

"Well, it suits your crazy personality. That's okay!"

Leon got up and walked back with the wine.

"Hello!!"

Hela shouted: "What do you mean!"

Leon looked back innocently: "I just told you some secret knowledge and asked your opinion. I didn't say I wanted to let you out! The banquet is still being held. I just drank too much and came out to have a good time."

Hela: "You shameless villain! I'm going to kill you...!"

"Hahahaha! It's just a joke! It's just a joke~"

Leon waved his hands shamelessly: "How could I drink too much? I keep drinking!"

Hela fell completely silent, maybe because her heart was hurt and she no longer believed or loved.

"Don't worry."

Leon, who had walked far away, stopped again, turned his back and said, "I will let you out. I will let you out tomorrow."

After saying that, Leon kept talking about how exciting it was to dress, and then returned to the banquet hall with an empty wine glass.

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the next day.

The banquet is still going on.

Without makeup and wearing light clothes, Leon came to Hela's tomb...the seal again.

"I'm on time."

Hela didn't speak, as if she wanted to maintain her last bit of dignity and prove that she didn't ask Leon to let him out.

Unexpectedly, this guy Lyon was completely unconventional. He turned around and walked out without hearing any response.

"Wait a moment!"

Hailaqi's teeth were itching, but he had to call Leon to stop.

"Wait a minute. I thought about it, you... you are on time."

"Hey~~~! That's right~ Get rid of those useless things...

Shukaku!!”

Because he had to take on the task of sealing Hela, Shukaku waited here eagerly for five days, smelling the fragrance, watching the excitement, and listening to all kinds of joyful songs at the banquet!!

Five days!

I didn’t even eat a bite of rice!!

When he heard Leon calling his name, he couldn't wait to lift the seal, gave Leon a simple greeting that Leon didn't even hear clearly, and rushed into the banquet hall with a gust of wind.

On the ground, the pieces of wood that restrained Hela were broken into pieces. As the ink shadow writhed, a disheveled Hela stood in front of Leon, holding her chin in her mouth, clenching her fists, and looking at Leon with an unkind look, as if wondering what to do next.

Which sounds the same...

"Want to fight? Do you want me to take out the knife?"

When Leon asked, Hela closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unclenched her fists.

"I don't want to fight you now."

He turned his head and saw everyone in the banquet hall from behind Leon's shoulder. Hela's eyes seemed to be a little nostalgic, a little... reluctant?

"Can't bear to part with it? Still want to compete for the God King?"

"Oh……"

Hela smiled disdainfully: "How could I appreciate what Odin abandoned!"

Well, you're right, I don't know who was the one who argued so hard in the first two days...

"I'll come back to you, Leon."

"Don't say such things, you... Hey! You left in such a hurry! Didn't you leave a phone number or something? Hey! The gate is over there!"

Hela is a happy person. Of course, it may be that she simply doesn't want to see Leon. She said a few words, turned around and flew away, leaving very happily.

"Ah... I hope those people can speak politely when they see this eldest sister. She is not as easy to talk to as me."

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At this time, in a donut in the sky.

An ugly guy without a nose. Although he was ugly, he walked very gracefully to the end of the passage and to the high steps.

"Salute to you, great king."

Then, he shook his head.

"That woman is not dead. Moreover, it seems that she will meet us unexpectedly."

"Avoid her. Go back."

The ugly b nodded, turned and left.

After a while, he hurried back: "She seems to have discovered us! She is flying over here!"

boom--!!

The spacecraft was hit hard.

"……knew."

The man in the shadow said.

(Ps: This chapter is a bit difficult to write, and I’m a bit stuck while writing it. I’ll leave it with one chapter today, and two chapters tomorrow.)