American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

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Frigga was increasingly shocked. After thousands of years of marriage, no one knew Odin's power better than her.

"Could it be that after he became the Father, he also achieved ascension?"

Otherwise, how could Odin, the God-King who was an exception to the norm, have said such a thing?

Odin, the king of the gods, shook his head: "He did not advance further, but he unleashed a terrifying divine spell, and then, with one hand, crushed four dimensional lords of the Heavenly Father level."

"I even feel that if he were to unleash his full power now, he might not be much weaker than I was a thousand years ago."

A thousand years ago, when Odin, the king of gods, was at the peak of his power, he condensed the power of Odin and wore the Destroyer Armor. He was so proud of himself that he did not even flinch at the so-called Celestials.

Of course, the result was that they were severely taught a lesson by the Celestials.

It was after that that he began to grow in divine power. Beyond the limits of his body, his divine power continued to increase, and he needed to use most of his strength to suppress the increasingly powerful divine power.

Now, the elderly Odin has little power left, but if the current God-King Odin were to risk his life and drag someone down to Hell with him...

Faced with the fully liberated Odin, the gods would all have to turn and run.

Frigga remained silent for a long time behind him. At this moment, she was already deeply shocked by the words of Odin, the king of the gods.

Perhaps none of the god-kings in Asgard's history has been more astounding than Baldr.

With this kind of future, Bader's future was beyond her imagination.

“I’m going to marry Hela to him.”

Frigga fell silent upon hearing this, and after a moment, smiled gently: "That is indeed a good choice."

A peerless figure who already possesses extraordinary strength and whose future is limitless is naturally worthy of his daughter.

Moreover, as a member of the royal family, and with his considerable talent, Baldr was essentially like Frigga's nephew from a young age. He was practically raised under Frigga's watchful eye, so she knew his personality all too well and was definitely a good candidate to entrust him with the task.

“Frigga, you go and tell Hela the news. You know I can’t go see Hela.”

Frigga knew, of course, that as the one who sealed Hela away, before Odin died, any encounter with Hela would be a fight to the death.

"Okay, I'll go."

On the other side, in the realm of gods.

On Baldr's throne, which belonged exclusively to him, Baldr's form reformed amidst dazzling particles of light.

Hera, who also had her own divine throne, showed a hint of surprise upon seeing Baldr suddenly appear.

"You got promoted?"

"Hmm." Bader nodded, his expression calm.

"Advanced as a perfect demigod?"

Bader nodded again.

Hera took a deep breath immediately: "Just how strong are you right now?"

"Probably about the same as before your promotion."

It has to be said that Hera was utterly envious at that moment.

Upon her advancement, her strength returned to roughly the same level as before. Keep in mind that she was a descendant of the God-King and received the world's blessing upon her birth. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to become so strong after being swallowed whole by Cronus at birth.

Of course, if these words were said to other Heavenly Fathers, they would definitely make a group of Heavenly Father-level powerhouses jump up in anger.

She was born as the Middle Father, a height that countless beings could not even dream of; this was just the beginning for her.

"Sometimes I even think about whether I should abandon my abilities and try to advance again."

“It’s useless!” Badr decisively interrupted this utterly foolish idea.

"You think that a complete god, after the laws are shattered, can reassemble the laws and advance again in a perfect state? If it were that easy, why would I have gone to so much trouble?"

"The reason why perfect demigods are so strong is because they are in a pure, primordial state, which is different from the divine soul and divine power that are naturally born after ascending to the realm of gods/fathers."

"Only the purest divine power, divine body, and divine soul, condensed from scratch, can receive a reward similar to that of the world, thereby allowing oneself to be sublimated. Your cheating idea is meaningless and will not produce any change."

The transformation into a demigod/sub-father is like taking an exam. If you become a demigod using one path, the World Will, responsible for grading, won't even glance at it. If you use two paths, the World Will might take a look and give you a reward. Only when you achieve a perfect triple demigod/sub-father will the World Will be overjoyed and give you a huge bonus. Only then can you create combat power comparable to a Heavenly Father. If you cheat, the World Will might even deduct points.

After a brief chat with Hera, Badr looked at Ivanka, waved his hand, and a figure in a coma appeared.

"Ivanka, Wanda is in your care."

Ivanka glanced cautiously at Hera, the infamous 'jealous woman' in mythology!

Hera rolled her eyes: "I've said it many times, little girl, I'm not the same as the one you know."

"In Greek mythology, Hera was tricked and harmed by Zeus. His promiscuity and lack of masculinity limited Hera's potential for growth, and his role as the god of marriage restricted her ability to find other men."

"Your strength can't be improved any further, you can't find another man to take revenge on that bastard Zeus, and you can't beat him in a fight. Put yourself in my shoes, what can you do besides go crazy? I'm different!"

Hera is now free to do whatever she wants, with no one restricting her power, and she can also experience the scenery of different worlds. It's incredibly enjoyable.

As for the issue of Badr being a bit of a womanizer, why would the gods care about such things? The reason why Greek mythology is so chaotic is because these gods do not have human ethics in their eyes.

Moreover, Hera is no longer the goddess of marriage and is not bound by this divine office, so she naturally cares less about such matters.

After a moment's thought, Badr pointed and sent a message to Hera.

Hera glanced at him and said with some surprise, "Is this old man the Odin you mentioned? He's so powerful!"

"I have a vague feeling that beneath his aged appearance lies a power even more astonishing than that of the Father God!"

"Is that all you care about?"

"Otherwise? What else is there to care about? That god-king wants to marry his daughter to you?"

"You made the right choice. Two top-tier artifacts and a special power. It would be foolish not to take advantage of this!"

Suddenly turning his head, he looked at Bader with some doubt: "You don't think I'm worried about some so-called daughter of a god-king, do you?"

"The daughters of the God-King, aren't they all the same?"

"No matter who she is, once she comes here, she has to behave like my little sister. If she doesn't listen, my fists will make her behave!"

That's awesome.

To be honest, I'm suddenly very curious about what would happen if Hela and Hera fought.

It seems quite promising.

Chapter Ninety-Four: Unleashing a powerful attack, a face-to-face taunt!

Helheim, one of the Nine Realms, is a world filled with death and cold, and is recognized by the people of the Nine Realms as the world of death and hell.

Above Helheim, the underworld, not a single ray of light can be seen all day long; here, there is only eternal silence and darkness.

At this moment, in the center of Helheim, there was a dilapidated and pitch-black palace. It could be called a palace, since it looked as if it were made of pitch-black bone spikes of varying lengths interwoven together.

At this moment, in this eerie, pitch-black palace, a woman with legs longer than life itself and an aura colder than ice was leaning against a bone seat, resting quietly.

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the sky, as if temporarily dispelling the eternal silence and deathly atmosphere above.

"Hela, are you there?"

The figure on the bone seat opened its cold, chilling eyes.

"Your Highness, what brings you here? Do you want to see if I'm already dead? Or are you planning to find me a burial plot?"

"Hela, don't say that." The gentle voice was filled with guilt and heartache.

The next moment, a crack appeared, and the figure of the goddess Frigga emerged from it.

Hela didn't look at Frigga; instead, she stared intently at the location of the crack in Frigga's face, her eyes shifting rapidly as if she were considering the likelihood of striking through that spot.

Frigga looked at her daughter with heartache and stepped forward: "Hela, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

His own daughter, who should have been the princess of all Asgard, should have enjoyed endless glory and wealth, instead of being sealed away in this godforsaken place where not a soul can be seen.

Seeing that Hela didn't want to talk to her at all, Frigga felt even more sorry for her. She stepped forward, reached out, and gently brushed a strand of Hela's hair away.

Hela frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to slap the hand away, but she only moved her hand twice before letting it go.

Seeing Hela's awkward yet not resistant demeanor, Frigga finally couldn't hold back and hugged Hela tightly, warm tears streaming down her face.

“My daughter, my daughter Hela, you shouldn’t have done this.”

Tears streamed down her face, soaking her clothes, and Hela's temples throbbed violently.

It was very annoying, extremely annoying, but for some reason, apart from some strange discomfort, she didn't do anything, just let the other person 'subdue' her in her handsome 'uniform' while she cried uncontrollably.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Frigga, seemingly realizing that her behavior was not in keeping with the demeanor of a goddess, wiped away her tears and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, Hela, you know I can't come here often."

"But I really love you, my daughter."

Hela's expression was indifferent: "Speak, what do you want to do here?"

"Could it be that my father has given some orders again?" His tone was full of sarcasm.

"This is not an order, this time it is not an order."

As expected, something was still going on. Hela understood, and her expression became increasingly mocking and indifferent.

Frigga, however, seemed oblivious to Hela's expression: "Hela, you can leave now."

Hela was taken aback: "That old man is dead?"

If Odin, the king of the gods, were not dead, she did not believe anyone would dare to let her out, not even the queen of the gods in front of her.

Frigga didn't blame Hela for her disrespect towards Odin, the king of the gods. After all, she had been sealed away for so many years, so it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to harbor any resentment.

"No, your father is still alive, but his condition is indeed getting worse and worse, and he is maintaining Odin's slumber for longer and longer."

"You're not dead? What are you doing here if you're not dead?!"

She didn't believe that she would have a chance to get out if Odin didn't die. No one knew better than Hela how stubborn that old man was and how powerful he was.

"No, Hela, listen to me, your father really can let you go, as long as you agree to one request."

"Impossible!" Hela resolutely refused.

“He knew himself that I had no way to sever my connection with Asgard.”

Frigga immediately looked puzzled: "Why would Odin want you to sever your ties with Asgard?"

Hela fell silent. In truth, she didn't know much about it either. She could only vaguely sense the existence of the 'thieves' with her Heavenly Father-level strength, but she didn't know exactly what they were.

Hela didn't know, and Frigga certainly didn't know either. After all, Frigga wasn't an Asgardian and wasn't really influenced by Asgard. Telling her about the secrets of the invisible ancient gods would only cause surprises and worries, and wouldn't serve any other purpose.