Primogenitor in Marvel Chapter 213

The third night of the event had passed, and Hela was staring at her phone with a furrowed brow.

"Why is he taking so long to reply?" Hela asked, looking at Alia with annoyance.

"Maybe he's busy," Alia said with a wry smile.

It was the next day since she had returned from her encounter with Damian, and Alia had already gotten her a phone and taught her how to use it.

It took her a bit longer than she would like to admit, but once she finally learned the basics, she promptly sent a ssage to Damian.

Several minutes had passed, and she had been impatiently glancing at Alia. What was the point of ssaging if he didn't respond imdiately?

"Why don't I just call him instead?" Hela asked, furrowing her brow.

Finally, without waiting for Alia's response, she tapped her finger on the small icon at the top of her phone.

The screen quickly changed, showing a call while at the sa ti, a small square at the bottom showed her face.

Hela was confused by this, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

At the sa ti, thousands of kiloters away.

The three little vampire sisters were watching television when suddenly, all three of them focused on their father's phone, which had started ringing.

They glanced at each other for a mont before Alice approached and took it, looking at the words, she understood it was a call.

Seeing the na Hela in large letters, all three of them were a little confused as they didn't know who it was.

Ivy's eyes imdiately filled with curiosity, and she reached out her finger to accept the video call.

The first thing they saw was a woman with black hair and green eyes who had an arrogant and stern look.

Hela, on the other hand, saw three girls who she had to admit looked good, and imdiately concluded that they were Damian's daughters.

Their facial features were slightly similar, although none inherited his hair.

"Hello, are you a friend of Daddy's?" Alice said, looking at Hela with curiosity.

Alia, on the other end, listening to the adorable voice, her face imdiately filled with gossip, and she leaned in a bit to see the screen.

She almost lted imdiately upon seeing the adorable girls, unable to help but glance at her teacher curiously about what expression she would put on.

Although she expected it, she couldn't help but complain in her mind that her teacher had a heart of stone. She only raised her eyebrows slightly, puzzled by the appearance of the girls instead of Damian.

"We're not friends, we're potential collaborators," Hela said, looking at the three girls.

Her thoughts simply revolved around whether the girls would beco as strong as their father in the future.

At the sa ti, a very fleeting thought arose in her mind, which she quickly dismissed. If she had a child with that man, they would surely be exceptional.

"It's weird, Daddy usually doesn't give his number to anyone, only to his friends," Emma said, confused.

"We're not friends," Hela said, shaking her head firmly.

"Can you call your father?" Hela asked imdiately after.

"Daddy said he was going to ditate and not to bother him," Alice said, shaking her head.

"And when will he be free?" Hela asked, with an irritated expression.

"He should be free before dinner," Alice said thoughtfully.

Hela nodded slightly, preparing to end the call directly.

"And who are you?" Emma asked, looking at the woman curiously.

Hela, who was about to end the call, heard the girl's question.

"I'm Hela, the goddess of death from Asgard," Hela said, looking at the girls with so curiosity.

"Hela? I've never heard that na in the Asgard tales," Emma said, looking thoughtful.

Hela's expression couldn't help but darken before she hung up the phone in annoyance.

Alia nervously looked in another direction upon seeing her angry teacher.

"That damn old man, it really annoys just to rember what he did. I rebelled, so it's okay if he banishes , but did he have to erase all evidence of my existence?" Hela said with a murderous look.

"Teacher," Alia said softly, looking at Hela with complex emotions.

"If Thor shows up in Midgard, inform . If I can't go to Asgard, I'll make Odin co to Midgard," Hela said grumpily.

Hela gave a brief glance at her status. Since she had regained her power, much had changed.

Hela Odindottir

Species: God

Magic: 93,000,000

Strength: 3,800

Agility: 4,000

Intelligence: 8

(Asgardian goddess of death, freed from the shackles of Asgard, claiming the strength she had accumulated as her own)

Hela gave a cruel smile, waiting for the day she would have to face her father again.

....

Without knowing about the conversation Hela had with her daughters, Damian was sitting with his eyes closed in his tower.

His magic had reached a point of density where he could pause his rune engraving, thus avoiding having to leave for a long ti; his daughters would probably rebel if he did.

Considering that it took him a month to form the fifth magic circle, he couldn't imagine how long it would take to make the sixth.

Damian remained in that state until he felt a slight magical pulse indicating it was ti for lunch.

Still, he didn't imdiately open his eyes and only finished tracing the current rune. Once it was ready, he used his magic to contain his current work before finally opening his eyes and standing up.

Damian descended the stairs calmly until he reached the dining table; his family was already seated, waiting, and when they saw him enter, they greeted him with a smile.

"Daddy, a woman nad Hela called your phone," Alice suddenly said as if she had rembered while everyone was eating.

The atmosphere froze for a mont before everyone looked at Damian, urging him to explain.

Damian, who also didn't know about the matter, could only explain how he t her.

"I went out for a walk with Sassy, and we coincidentally ran into Hela's n. By the way, I had no idea she was on Earth," Damian said, giving a slight glance at Cortana, who decisively avoided it.

"Sassy attacked his soldiers, and in turn, she attacked Sassy. I defended her, and we had a brief fight before talking," said Damian.

"You wouldn't want to help her get revenge on Odin, right? You know that Jane has a relationship with Thor," Sophia said, furrowing her brow and looking at him.

Damian just remained silent at her words, eliciting a sigh from Sophia.

"This is a really chaotic situation. The clash between Odin and Hela is inevitable. Thor will definitely take Odin's side regardless of who is right. Hela is really powerful," Damian said seriously in the end.

"Odin has also regained his power, and although I don't know the extent of his power, it shouldn't be superior to Hela's."

"And as you say, I don't feel comfortable just letting Hela use the Bifrost even if sohow it's what I want," Damian said with a mocking smile.

"A fight for Earth is inevitable. Odin wants Midgard back, the Olympians won't stay still in this situation, Hela will take advantage to kill Odin, and of course, I will watch the ga and take care of the winner," Damian said seriously.

"Of course, you don't have to worry so much. There's still so ti before this happens. The Olympians are barely trying to regain their strength, and Odin must first deal with his backyard which has been on fire for many years," Damian said, reassuring them as he saw their worried expressions.

"I'm worried about the damage that could be done to the population and the territory. A fight of such magnitude could end continents," Cortana said, furrowing her brow in concern, not underestimating the damage that hundreds of gods fighting could cause.

...

Odin was in one of the nine realms while his legions of Einherjar massacred the rebels who had been forming over the millennia.

In the past, he could only pretend not to see them and occasionally eliminate them while staying in Asgard.

He knew that if he presented himself to the battle, the other realms would imdiately notice his weakened state, causing even those who were loyal to him to have other thoughts.

His kingdom was ford with blood, and the loyalty of his subjects ca from his strength. Once he lost it, they would imdiately bite his neck and reclaim all the gold in Asgard.

After almost half an hour of fighting, all the rebels were killed, and the heads of their leaders were impaled.

"My king, all resistance has been eliminated. We can return ho now," said a commander approaching Odin.

Odin just nodded before turning around; at that mont, the Bifrost fell upon him, taking him to Asgard.

Imdiately after arriving in Asgard, Odin's expression changed completely, and even his face turned slightly pale.

In the center of the hall, Heimdall stood with his sword buried in the chanism, looking at his king with a complicated expression, knowing the reason for his mood.

"This is the worst possible situation," Odin said after several minutes of silence.

"Yes," Heimdall said, sighing.

Hela's power had escaped from Asgard, not only weakening Asgard itself but also strengthening its enemy.

Odin quickly made his way to his throne while thinking of possible solutions to this situation.

In Midgard, there were two other factions that were also his enemies; he just had to think of a way to make them all fight each other.

He knew that man, Damian, was very arrogant, and Hela wasn't much different. A eting between them should be enough to make them start fighting imdiately.

Still, he had doubts; after all, he knew Damian was a womanizer. Although he had indoctrinated his daughter not to have emotions, he didn't want to take any chances, so he set his sights on the gods in Midgard.

He quickly started thinking about what kind of conflicts he could create between them to make them fight. The gods of the omnipotent city, after living together for so long, were like a herd.

They had ford a great unity to survive; although they were powerful, there were many beings in the universe, and weak gods were especially easy to kill by powerful civilizations, with the Infinity Stones, it wasn't difficult to ss with the strongest gods.

So if soone killed a god, they imdiately beca enemies of all the gods.

Now he just had to make Hela the target of the gods.

...

Days passed, and finally, the last night of the first event of the system passed.

Damian and Cortana were looking at the event statistics.

The population, in general, had strengthened, and more importantly, they had acquired the ability to manipulate magic in a simple way.

This would open up new possibilities for everyone and completely change things.

"Before the world changed, among ordinary people, there was an average statistic of 0.8, now the average statistic in the world is 1.9," Cortana said, looking at the system data.

"The expansion rate has increased 2.3 tis based on its previous expansion."

"As our interest is in the expansion of the system, I did a little trick and am using the residual magic of the people to increase the expansion. Although it will decrease the amount of pure energy they provide in the end, that's not so much of our concern," Cortana said, looking at Damian.

"That's okay. How is what I asked you going?" Damian asked, nodding, not caring about that small amount of energy; his interest now was to expand the system.

"That's a bit complicated," Cortana said, pursing her lips.

"I haven't found a material strong enough to withstand the energy we theorized."

"Wouldn't Vibranium be enough?" Damian asked, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Vibranium is useful, but its absorption capacity isn't powerful enough, and according to the simulation, it will end up breaking," Cortana said, shaking her head.

"Hm, we still have plenty of ti, so don't worry," Damian said, gently stroking Cortana's head.

"When should we start phase 2 of the event?" Cortana asked, looking at Damian.

"Let's wait a few days," Damian said casually.

"By the way, tomorrow the system should cover Mars," Cortana said.

"Would it be possible to make life grow if we filter so magic from Earth?" Damian asked, pondering.

"I'm not sure, but we could try," Cortana said with interest, not having thought of that.

"Keep inford," Damian said, smiling slightly before leaving.

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