The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 960 - 75 Hela, Slow Down, You’re Making My Heart Ache (6k)

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Chapter 960: Chapter 75 Hela, Slow Down, You’re Making My Heart Ache (6k)

After a fierce round of "tasting," Luo En, looking at his body covered in scratches and bite marks, and at the rider above who maintained her mounting posture, could not help but feel a surge of anger, and he snorted coldly:

"Where is Brynhild? You should tell me now, right?"

"Guess."

Hela replied teasingly, her gaze flicking over the deeply sunken bed below, revealing a hint of wicked amusement that suggested she was far from satisfied.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Luo En flipped over and seized the initiative.

To dare ride him and disrespect his ancestors, this was no ordinary bad student.

He had to lay down a heavy hand, the teaching whip ready to serve!

"Where is she? Will you say it or not?"

"I won’t say it!"

"Smack!"

"Ugh, I don’t know~~"

"Smack smack smack smack!"

"Speak, I’ll speak..."

Under a wave of persuasive classroom guidance that penetrated deep to the point, coupled with patient teaching (fluid), the bad student Hela lying prone and being chastised finally repented and chose to spill the beans,

"Right... here!"

With her pitch suddenly raised, Hela’s pale fingertips traced across the mattress below. The enclosed space created by the Power of Death seemed to have its surface sliced open, revealing its mysterious interior.

The rich Death Divine Power filled the entire space like countless black mycelial threads, immobilizing a certain Valkyrie’s torso and limbs, rendering her completely immobile to the point of not even being able to blink, only able to watch what unfolded before her with tear-filled eyes.

Brynhild?

In that instant of eye contact, Luo En couldn’t help but stiffen.

Teacher, it seems you’re not quite the upright god either.

The bad student Hela smiled sinisterly and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, seeking revenge on the teacher who dared abandon her, while also humiliating the sister who wished to take away her beloved possession.

In that moment, she experienced the ultimate in hardness and pleasure.

Luo En came back to his senses, wanting to rescue Brynhild, but Hela didn’t give him the chance, slightly raising her hand and resealing the Death Domain.

"Teacher, you wouldn’t want something to happen to your subordinates, would you?"

Hela whispered eerily, the long-suppressed madness and wickedness in her bones spreading around.

Death is often an ominous result, borne out of many negative factors like poverty, disaster, decline, disgrace, cruelty, decay, pain, disease, and more.

As the Death Goddess, Hela’s long-term companionship with death and specters, compounded by the lack of external factors to provide relief, naturally affected her psyche to a certain extent, making her paranoid and gloomy.

Whether it was pursuing her father or bullying her teacher, it was a manifestation of her character change.

She was no longer the little girl who only knew how to please the adults and crave praise, but a terrifying goddess capable of overturning the Nine Realms to please herself.

Luo En could feel that if he didn’t cooperate obediently, Hela might indeed harm Brynhild.

After all, she had pursued her own father; what was a half-sister by comparison?

Possibly out of caution or guilt, Luo En had no choice but to seriously play the role of the victim, enduring the tortures and exploitations from his former student over and over.

In pain, and yet in pleasure.

Feeling the increasingly intense tremors from above, Brynhild imprisoned within the Death Domain sobbed softly, her heart crying out endlessly.

Go easy, don’t treat Lord Loki like this...

~~

After nine days and nine nights.

The lengthy tug-of-war finally ended. Hela stretched out her arm, wrapping it around Luo En’s neck, curled up lazily in her old teacher’s embrace like a cat satisfied after eating its fill of dried fish, savoring the long-lost peace and tranquility.

However, Luo En couldn’t help but speak up, interrupting the romantic moment:

"Now, can you release Brynhild?"

Upon hearing this, Hela lifted her head, her expression showing displeasure:

"Did you come to the Netherworld just for her?"

"It’s Eden. Before coming to the Netherworld, I went to the Dwarf Country to find Heluo. It just so happened that I encountered the Dwarf Country’s Dragon Disaster; Eden’s brother died in it. She cried and begged me for help, and I couldn’t refuse her." freёwebnoѵel.com

Luo En hinted between the lines that he had originally planned to come to the Netherworld to see her, while he tactically painted his schedule and social engagements to lessen Hela’s jealousy.

After listening, Hela felt much more at ease.

Visiting Heluo before seeing her was still acceptable.

After all, Heluo had followed the teacher longer than she and was also the teacher’s adopted daughter, having a closer relationship with him.

Sensing the air of jealousy thinning a bit, Luo En took the chance to say:

"You and Eden grew up together, be a little accommodating, please."

"Accommodating what?"

"Give me his spirit."

"Everything has a price. Bringing the dead back to life is a taboo that disrupts the order of the Netherworld. That girl asked you for help, not me. It’s only right that you should be the one to pay the price."

Hela flipped her hair by her ears, assuming the stance of strictly business, and said,

"Let’s hear it then, what are you willing to give for her?"

Upon hearing this, Luo En’s face darkened:

"Didn’t I just give it to you?"

Inside the Death Goddess’s swelling belly was filled with his "Reward" and "Tribute."

"That was for redeeming Brynhild; it’s a separate matter."

Hela rubbed her belly and replied with moral righteousness,

"To take away Eden’s brother’s soul, you must offer something of equal value in exchange."

"What?"

"I let him go, you stay with me in the Netherworld."

"Wuuu...!"

Before Luo En could answer, a head pushed through the mattress, biting through the black mycelial threads formed from death energy, and vehemently shouted,

"You can’t agree to her! Lord Loki, I’ll take you out of here right now!"