Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 309 Hela: Kneel down! Harry: ? ? ?
The dome of Asgard remains unchanged for millennia, like a sapphire polished by giants.

Eternal daylight flowed above the clouds, and golden light shone through the suspended rainbow bridge, casting colorful ribbons of light across the plaza of the divine realm.

The temple's spires in the distance pierce the sky, and the wind chimes hanging from the eaves are made of starlight; the sound they make when they sway can soothe the weariness of warriors.

The World Tree's giant branches stretch across the sky, and when the dew that condenses on its leaves falls, it transforms into shooting stars that connect the nine realms. On the ground, the roads paved with magical metal from the Asgard Palace gleam with a warm luster, and every brick is engraved with ancient runes that slowly flow in the light.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the air in the center of the plaza, and a golden portal flowed out like liquid sunlight, with energy rippling outwards from its edges.

Harry stepped out of the door, his modern clothes clashing with the shimmering divine surroundings.

He raised his hand to steady his hair, which had been ruffled by the airflow, and looked towards the divine realm ahead, where tiny purple-gold sparks burst forth where the rainbow bridge intersected with deep space.

Harry had just stepped out of the portal when a sharp whistling sound rang out from the distant horizon, and a white streak pierced the still blue sky as it descended towards them.

Thor put away his hammer and landed beside Harry, kicking up a cloud of dust. He quickly went to Harry's side and said anxiously:

"Harry, do you know where my father is now? Not long ago, I returned from a campaign outside and found that my father had disappeared. Even when I asked my mother, she just smiled and didn't answer where my father was."

Asgard relies entirely on the prestige of its father, the King. If Asgard were without him, the Nine Realms would surely descend into chaos once more.

Harry looked at Thor's tightly clenched fist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and even the patterns on his arm guards were deeply dented.

He raised his hand and placed it on Saul's shoulder, comforting him:
“I haven’t been on Earth recently, so I’m not very familiar with the situation here. However, I know someone who should know where Odin, the king of the gods, is now.”

Before he finished speaking, Harry had already waved his wand and drawn a golden portal. Behind the portal, the star map of the Sanctuary dome could be vaguely seen, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood mixed with old book pages.

“Follow me.” He took the lead, stepping into the portal and arriving at the New York Temple, with Thor following closely behind.

Inside the sanctuary, Strange was suspended in mid-air, turning the pages of a book, with floating magical objects forming complex star trails around him.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his neck to look this way: "Unannounced visitors... two of them."

Hearing Strange's words, Harry raised an eyebrow slightly and teased:
"Oh? Since when do I need to report in advance to come to the New York Sanctum?"

The familiar voice rang in his ears, and Strange immediately snapped out of his reverie.

His body slowly descended, landing on the ground. He then opened his eyes and looked at the two figures in front of him, especially Harry, who was dressed in modern casual clothes:
"It's you, Harry. You look so relaxed. No wonder you handed over the position of Sorcerer Supreme to me back then. So you just wanted to find a servant to handle magical matters, didn't you?"

Strange's tone sounded very resentful, as did his expression.

Harry was a little embarrassed. He sat on the stool to the side and said awkwardly:

"Hehe, in most universes, being the Sorcerer Supreme is your responsibility, it doesn't matter whether I'm there or not."

"Besides, you have it much easier than the Sorcerers Supreme of other universes. At least I can shield you from all sorts of threats from other universes, and you don't even need to face Dormammu personally."

“But before I became the Sorcerer Supreme, I fought Dormammu,” Strange said.

Harry took a sip of tea but did not respond.

Strange still doesn't know that the battle was just a test, and that Dormammu wasn't the real Dormammu, but someone he was impersonating.

After the small talk, Harry got down to business, pointing to Thor beside him:
"The main character today isn't me, it's Thor. He has something to discuss with you, and I think you should know that."

Strange also turned his gaze to Thor.

Thor had been itching to ask Strange about Odin, but he knew basic etiquette and refrained from interrupting Harry and Strange's conversation.

At that moment, after Harry finished his chat with Strange, he couldn't help but slam his hand heavily on the stone table beside him, exclaiming excitedly:

"Wizard, I need to know where Odin, the King of Gods, is!"

His hair fell in front of his eyes, concealing the anxiety in them, but it couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

After losing Odin, the king of the gods, Thor, the once fearless god of thunder, finally realized his weakness. Without his father, he no longer had a solid foundation.

Suddenly, the ring on Strange's finger emitted an emerald light, which resonated in the air to form a flowing curtain of light, like a slice of spacetime that had been cut open.

The grassland in the picture is bathed in the amber twilight, the wind swirls golden and red waves of grass, and the distant Stonehenge casts long, thin shadows, like spears left behind by the gods.

An aged figure appears on the screen. Odin sits on a sun-warmed rock, his white hair fluttering in the wind, intertwining with the grass into a silver-gold woven net.

He removed the golden helmet and armor of the god-king, wearing only a coarse cloth shirt, his bare feet on the scorching earth, and twirling an earthenware wine cup in his hand.

Several deer passed by him, their noses almost brushing against his knees, but he merely raised his hand to gently stroke their antlers, his movements devoid of any of the majesty of a king on his throne, more like an old man finally relieved of his burdens.

“Norway, Hardanger Plateau.” Strange gave Saul the exact answer directly:
“He visited me once in the temple when he went to Norway.”

He was exhausted; his body was extremely frail and he probably couldn't hold on for much longer.

In his final days, he wanted to forget all the pressure, forget Asgard, forget the throne of the gods, forget everything, and allow himself some relaxation.

The Asgardian gods have a unique constitution; they are at their strongest at the end of their lives.

Odin immediately noticed Strange's spying, looked up at the void, a smile appeared on his aged face, and he raised his clay cup in a distant toast.

This scene made Thor's breath catch in his throat; it was a sight he had never seen before, a sight that belonged to Odin, not the King of Gods.

Thor's knuckles clenched white at his sides, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, but he didn't utter a single word.

He hastily bid farewell to Harry Strange, then rushed out of the temple and headed toward Norway.

He couldn't wait to see his father; he had so much to say to him.

But just as he burst through the sanctuary gates, about to use Thor's hammer to fly away, Harry's hand gripped his arm guard like an iron clamp:
"Wait, Thor, why are you in such a hurry?"

“I must go see my father quickly. He is in very bad shape, and I must stay by his side to keep him company,” Thor said.

Harry shook his head, reached behind him and tore open a golden rift. A gust of wind from the other side of the portal swept in, carrying the damp scent of earth and rain.

"No matter how fast you are, can you be faster than a portal? Don't worry, Odin should still have time. You'll definitely see him." Thor suddenly slapped his forehead, overjoyed.
“Yes, Harry, I was too hasty.”

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into the portal.

As they stepped through the portal, the highland winds whipped at their robes, and the distant Stonehenge cast a menacing silhouette in the twilight. Dewdrops clung to Thor's long hair, reflecting the dying light of the setting sun.

Odin sat on the rock in front of him, the wine in his earthen cup rippled with amber light.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around. The golden light of the setting sun pierced through his sparse white hair, carving deep furrows on his face.

“My son,” he raised his glass, his voice mingling with the sound of the wind like an aged wine barrel, “arrived three hours earlier than I expected.”

Thor's face flushed red. As expected of his father, he really understood him. If it weren't for Harry's interference, it might have taken him several more hours to get here using only Mjolnir.

Thor walked slowly to Odin's side, wanting to both clench his fist and question him, and also wanting to embrace his father, but in the end he only said in a rough voice:
"Father, Asgard..."

Before he could finish speaking, Odin interrupted him:

"Thor, my time is running out. In these last moments, please allow this five-thousand-year-old man to indulge himself a little. I don't want to think about anything else related to Asgard."

All I want now is to see you, Loki, and Frigga.

Thor's eyes welled up with tears, and he tilted his head back to stop them from falling.

He then turned to look at Harry behind him, giving him a pleading look.

Harry instantly understood his meaning and summoned two more portals, calling Frigga and Loki over respectively.

When the two appeared, they were initially confused, but when they saw Odin, the king of the gods, sitting on the edge of the cliff, they immediately realized what had happened and walked toward Odin with complicated expressions.

Harry consciously walked away; it was better for him to stay away from the family's conversation.

Harry didn't know what the God King's family had said, but when Thor reappeared beside him, Harry noticed that his eyes were red, as if he had been crying.

Looking further ahead, the figure of Odin, the god-king who, even on the verge of death, exuded an increasingly terrifying aura, has vanished.

It seems that the God-King who ruled the Nine Realms for thousands of years has finally passed away here.

Queen Frigga walked up to Harry and bowed in gratitude using the unique Asgardian etiquette:
"Thank you, Harry, thank you for letting me see Odin one last time."

We will never forget your kindness to Asgard.

Even Loki, standing beside Harry, looked at him with a complicated expression. He was still in a female body and filled with hatred for Harry, but for various reasons, his hatred for Harry was not so intense.

This made his gaze towards Harry so intensely emotional that it sent chills down Harry's spine.

He prefers purebred girls; gender-swapped girls like Loki should be left to Thor.

Just then, the surrounding wind suddenly reversed, and the smiles on their faces were crushed by a bone-chilling cold.

A dark crack appeared in the sky, from which countless black chains hung down, the clanging of the chain links sounding like a death knell from hell.

Frigga's face turned deathly pale instantly, clearly realizing what had happened—Hela, the goddess of death, had finally escaped after Odin's death!
A figure slowly emerged from the crack, his black robe billowing in the wind like a bat's wing membrane, its edges adorned with gleaming bone spurs.

Hela's skin was as white as a shroud, and when her scarlet lips parted, they revealed a smile colder than a venomous snake. Her fingertips casually played with a stray strand of black hair, while her nails were as black as ink.

As soon as Hela appeared, she scanned the people around her with an undisguisedly malicious gaze.

Finally, her gaze settled on the spot where Odin had died, and she sneered:
"It seems he's already dead. What a pity, I was hoping to see him die."

Thor, having learned Hela's true identity from his father, stared at her warily and said:
"You must be Hela. I am Thor, son of Odin."

"Really? You're nothing like him." Hela's eyes were full of disdain.

Loki sensed the tense atmosphere and, not wanting to fight this crazy woman, tried to ease the tension with a smile:

"Wait, we can discuss this. I know you're unhappy about being sealed away, but..."

Clearly, Hela had no intention of wasting words with Loki. She conjured two sharp blades in her hands, floated low in the air, looking down at Thor and the others, and then gave the order:
"No, you only have one choice left now, and that is to kneel down before me!"

"Wait, what are you saying?" Thor frowned, staring intently at his nominal sister.

Loki noticed Thor's reaction and immediately realized what Thor was planning to do, so he quietly brought Frigga behind Harry.

Although I hate to admit it, Harry was probably the most powerful person there.

He was able to protect his mother, Frigg, very well.

The conversation between Thor and Hela continued, with Hela remaining calm as she repeated:

"Your Majesty!"

Anger flashed across Thor's face as he swung Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, and sneered:

"I don't think I only have one option!"

He hurled Thor's hammer at Hela. The hammer shot out with a whooshing sound as it tore through the air, white lightning coiling around its body into the shape of a giant dragon. Wherever it passed, the air crackled and popped.

"Hela! Taste the wrath of Thor!" Thor roared.

Hela stood still, and the moment the hammer's shadow was reflected in her crimson pupils, she suddenly raised her hand, her five fingers spread like eagle claws.

The instant Thor's hammer struck her palm, all the lightning suddenly went out, as if swallowed by an invisible black hole.

"Impossible!" Thor exclaimed in disbelief when he saw Hela actually able to wield Mjolnir.

(End of this chapter)