The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 958 - 74 Teacher? Even More Excited!_2

"What Death Goddess? Too cowardly to do your own dirty work, forcing me to coerce Lord Loki, you spineless coward!"

"Shut up, you don’t have a say in this!"

Hela sharply rebuked with a gloomy face, raising her hand to shoot Magic Chains from a pillar, ready to imprison Brynhild in the dungeon sooner.

"I refuse!"

While struggling fiercely to break free from the Magic Chains, Brynhild loudly mocked Hela with the most venomous language possible.

"You bloody executioner, Father God and Lord Loki were absolutely right to banish you! Look in the mirror and see yourself — unloved and uncared for, a hideous freak!"

"You’re seeking death!"

Hurt to the core, Hela furiously thrust the Night Sky Sword towards Brynhild, its blade whistling through the air.

Indeed, this is how it should be.

It’s the inevitable fate for the weapon to be broken by its master; there’s no logic in a weapon sacrificing itself for its master.

Bound by Magic Chains, Brynhild murmured to herself quietly, resignedly closing her eyes and puffing out her chest.

"Thump!"

The cold blade grazed Brynhild’s hair, plunging deep into the column.

"You’re deliberately provoking me? Want me to kill you?"

Hela took a deep breath, gazing languidly at the cheek that showed no fear of death, but even a hint of anticipation, a playful smile slowly emerging in her eyes,

"So you’d rather die to keep that person from being coerced by me? I see now, you love him!"

"..."

"No reply is an admission of guilt."

"No, I don’t!"

Realizing her true intentions were accidentally revealed under Hela’s seemingly mocking gaze, Brynhild suddenly grew conscious.

Having successfully extracted the truth, Hela no longer held back, pinching Brynhild’s fair chin and sneering contemptuously:

"So, you’re just unrequitedly in love? You think you can compete with me? Are you even worthy?!"

"My feelings for Lord Loki are of respect only, unlike yours!"

Brynhild stiffened her neck in response, casting a disdainful look at this half-sister.

"Believe what you will," Hela waved it off nonchalantly, turning away to look eagerly into the distance, "either way, I will soon have what I want, and you’ll just watch your idol suffer disgrace on your behalf, helpless to do anything."

Hearing Hela’s threat, Brynhild responded angrily and annoyed: "Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Kill you? Why would I! If you really died for him, with his personality he would never forget you, wouldn’t that be indirectly fulfilling your wish? How could I be so foolish?" Hela shook her head in denial.

Desperate, Brynhild shouted: "What exactly do you want?"

"Did you forget what I said? You can only watch everything unfold, unable to do anything at all."

Hela looked at her half-sister with a twisted smile surfacing in her eyes:

"So I thought of a more fitting punishment for you."

What?

As Brynhild felt confused, the Magic Chains binding her shot out from the pillar and connected to Hela’s large bed.

With the chains tightening continuously, Brynhild was dragged onto the bed, spread-eagled.

Within the bedroom of the Death Goddess, whose realm is named "Destruction," the bed named "Sorrow," and the curtains called "Fire," are all manifestations of the Power of Death.

They are infinitely vast yet infinitely small, able to be both tangible and illusionary.

In that moment, Brynhild fettered to the bed felt as if she had plunged into a bottomless mire, her body sinking continuously with the tug of the chains.

Material like water yet like mud submerged her limbs, submerged her facial features until they drowned out all external sounds.

In a dazed state, Brynhild felt as if she was encapsulated within a mud cocoon, her thoughts and perceptions confined to the bed. While she could see and hear everything occurring on that bed, she couldn’t make a sound or react in any way.

As Hela casually sat down on the bed, the vibrations and sounds from the bed clearly transmitted through the sensory link.

In this moment, Brynhild finally understood the meaning behind Hela’s words:

"Woo~!"

The mattress muffled Brynhild’s humiliated cries; yet no sound reached the outside world.

"Don’t rush, the show is about to start."

With a teasing smile, Hela gazed toward the golden light streaking down from the sky.

~~

At this moment, a goat chariot, carrying two men and a cat, descended upon the Gioll river forefront.

This is the border of "Helheim" in the Netherworld, where departed souls undergo their post-mortem judgment.

"Remember what I told you on the way?"

"Yes, clear!"

"Meow!"

Hearing Luo En’s query, the bruised Thor and Yemengarde nodded their heads frantically like pecking chickens, fearing they might be slow in their response and face another heavy beating.

There’s an old saying, "Only names can be wrongly assigned, not nicknames."

Thor once thought the so-called title "Giant Slayer" was an exaggeration, merely something the impotent Giants scared themselves with.

Yet facing his uncle directly, he realized that Giants encountering Luo En truly had the worst of luck.

Not likely to win by brute strength, not as agile in reactions, and utterly outmatched in witchcraft and Magic, he was comprehensively overpowered.

Moreover, this suppression seemed not limited to pure-blooded Giants; even Thor, a Chief God with Giant lineage, and Yemengarde, an Evil Beast attribute crafted from Giants, couldn’t escape the uncle’s harsh beating.