Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 89 Death is work, the rest is life (5 more)
"Crack!" It sounded like the sound of piercing some dried meat.

The next second, a miracle happened.

As a large amount of black energy surged towards the black sword, the dry and terrifying left half of Hela's body began to fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a simple expansion by blowing air, but it is filled with vitality.

Her dry face became rosy, her horrible cloudy eyes became clear, and new beautiful eyelids grew on her eyes. In just a few breaths, her left half of the body, including her torso, arms, and little feet, became no different from that of an ordinary baby.

Even her left palm, which was pierced, was oozing blood.

"Ahhh! Baby! Baby, are you okay?!" Angerboda rushed over like crazy, and Loki couldn't stop him.

"Please calm down, the ritual is not yet complete." Thor hurried over and held down the giantess.

Angleberda was just overexcited, not really irrational, so she quickly stopped: "It's okay, baby, mommy is here, you can stop if it hurts."

After turning into a beautiful baby, Hela actually smiled sweetly at her mother, which intoxicated her and Loki.

It was not easy. They gave birth to three children, but only Hela was relatively normal.

They almost thought that they were cursed and destined to stand on the opposite side of the Aesir, but now it seems that everything can still be saved.

Perhaps because too much power was absorbed, Hela's head tilted, and this almost scared her mother to death.

But after hearing her daughter's sound and peaceful breathing, Angerboda felt relieved.

Loki came over awkwardly: "Your Majesty Tang Si, my daughter's condition is..."

"The overpowerful death power is bound to make half of her body look like a corpse. This is the price she paid for the powerful death power." Tang Si changed the subject: "If she stores about one-third of her power in my [Sword of Helheim], her strength will drop from top-notch to first-rate, or like a second-rate god like the bow god Yule. But she will gain beauty. It depends on her choice."

Loki showed a long-lost knowing smile and straightened his back. "I think my daughter will achieve a perfect balance between the interests of the Aesir and their self-identity."

Several years passed, and on the calm ocean of Vanaheim, cheerful music continued to be heard on the treasure ship Skid Platney.

The dwarf musicians were still the same group, but there was one more goddess dancing on the stage.

“That’s right, that’s it, Hela. Don’t stop your flower hands. Twist your hips as much as possible. Imagine that you are drawing circles on a flat surface with your butt.”

"Yes, Goddess Freya."

The beautiful black-haired goddess danced passionately in the sunshine. The gold bells on her arms jingled non-stop, and the white silk ribbons on her body fluttered with her passionate dance moves, which was very eye-catching.

After the dance, Hela came over and looked at Gulveig, who was feeding grapes to Downs mouth-to-mouth, with a jealous look on her face.

Hela’s voice deliberately dragged out the last syllable: “Your Majesty Tang Si, I want to do the same.”

The corner of Tang Si's mouth twitched: "Hela, this is too early for you."

"Your Majesty, do you hate Hela?" Hela came over and rubbed Tangs' chest with her delicate left shoulder.

The embarrassment on Tang Si's face became even stronger. When he was questioned with no way to escape, Tang Si could only say very reluctantly: "No, Hela. This, this must wait until you are at least 18 years old. Otherwise, how can the priests in your temple write about me?"

Any priest who dares to write about girls under the age of eighteen will be burned at the stake!
Hela pouted. “Humph! Your Majesty, you always have strange persistence.”

Downs tapped her head: "Don't complain, this is the order! I set the rules, and I must be the first to follow them. Also, it's time for you to perform your duties again." "Ah, yes, yes!" Hela was so beautiful and lovely that every god felt an inexplicable joy when looking at her. She greeted the other gods: "I'm going to Helheim again."

"See you tomorrow, Hela." The handsome Frey said goodbye to her with a smile.

A rainbow light flashed by, and Hela first returned to the Rainbow Bridge, and then projected herself into the lower world, the cold and gloomy underworld of Helheim.

What appeared before Hela was a dark river, the Dagior River. This river was the border of Niflheim, and there was a gilded crystal bridge on the river, suspended by a strange hair.

The bridge is guarded by the hideous skeleton Modgud, and anyone who wants to cross the bridge must first let him suck their blood as a toll. Most of the dead ghosts cross the bridge on horses or in cars, and these horses and cars are burned together with the cremation.

No matter how many times he saw Hela's beautiful figure, Modgud felt uncomfortable. He was about to say something when Hela transformed.

Her right half was still beautiful, but her left half had turned into a mummy again. Her whole body looked weird and scary.

When Modgud saw her, he immediately knelt down in submission, praising the name of the goddess of the underworld.

Hela ignored him. She raised her mummified left hand and looked at it carefully, muttering to herself: "No matter how many times I look at it, I feel disgusted. Even though I know this is my true self, every day when I wake up and see the beautiful self in the mirror, I feel that is the real me."

She did not say this with her back to Modgud, and the bridge keeper continued to shiver, pretending not to hear.

Ignoring him, Hela waved her hand, and a carriage of the undead filled with the breath of the underworld appeared out of thin air, carrying her across the Gioer River.

Ahead is a forest of iron trees, with only steel leaves in the forest and no grass on the ground.

After the Iron Tree Forest, there is the [Gate of Hel (also known as Hela's Gate)], which is guarded by the terrifying blood-spotted giant hellhound Garm, which curls up in a cave called Genipa.

This terrifying hellhound will only give way if Hela herself comes, or it can be bribed with a food called "Hela Biscuits".

In the Gate of Hela, there is a biting cold and deep darkness; there is a sound like a hissing and boiling cauldron, which is the sound of the rushing of Hvergelmir. In addition, there are nine rivers in the underworld, and one of them is called Slid, in which a sharp knife flows.

Going further ahead is Hela's palace.

Originally in the epic, this palace would be named Elyudnir, which means "misery". Her table knife is "gluttony". Her male servant is named "slowness", her maid is named "laziness", her bedroom is named "destruction", her bed is named "sorrow", and her curtains are named "fire".

In this life, all these things have changed.

The name of Hela's palace is "Eight Hours", which means the eight-hour working system.

The agreement between Downs and her was that as the god of death, she had to spend at least eight hours a day dealing with the affairs of the underworld. Apart from that, she could freely manage her time.

So Hela would only return to her original form for eight hours a day, in order to frighten the unruly ghosts in the underworld. When the eight hours were up, Hela would run to the Rainbow Bridge connecting to the underworld at the speed of a charge, get on the sealed carriage, and quickly return to the Silver Palace to touch the Sword of Helheim, and once again become the recognized beautiful goddess of the Aesir.

And she is a frequent visitor to the Palace of Fun!
Unfortunately, the work in the underworld is very heavy, and she has to use a large number of rooms every day to accommodate guests from the world of the living.

In the eyes of her servants, Hela is a workaholic.

The names of everything around her changed. Her male servant was named "Lightning", her maid was named "Diligence", her bedroom was named "Hourly Room", and her bed was named "Camping Bed".

Even though her servants moved extremely slowly, she couldn't help urging them to hurry up.

Whenever her parents asked her how she was doing, she would add this sentence to her answer: "Death is work, the rest is life!"

(End of this chapter)