Marvel Disassembler

To hell with you! 

Where on earth did you get the idea that this was the right solution?! 

None of you will get away with this!!! 

Hela's mind was in turmoil. She had absolutely no good feelings towards Arthur, that annoying pest. 

As for Odin... she was really powerless against him. 

Taking a deep breath, she fixed Arthur with a fierce stare. 

Her gaze carried a weight of authority forged during her time conquering the realms at Odin's side. The killing intent she radiated was almost tangible, her commanding presence easily the most overwhelming Arthur had ever encountered in a woman. 

But in the next moment, she let out a sigh. "You are right. But escaping this place isn't that easy. The area is surrounded by barriers. Even with spatial powers, leaving here would come at a high price." 

"That is not your concern," Arthur said confidently. "Just tell me how to get out of here." 

"I don't know." 

Hela's answer was quick and decisive. 

"Then at least tell me where we are," Arthur muttered. If he could pinpoint the exact nature of this place and calculate its spatial distance from the outside world, breaking through the barriers might not be so difficult. 

"Hell," Hela said simply as she stood up, relieved that Arthur hadn't immediately resorted to violence. "This is what you mortals think of as hell." 

"Kind of small for hell, isn't it?" 

Arthur looked around. "This place is what - a few hundred kilometers across? And the ceiling's only about three kilometers high... unless Odin's just carved off part of it." 

"Not bad," Hela said with a sideways glance. "Hell is full of powerful beings. Odin would never let me deal with them. If I were to conquer Hell, it would only make me stronger." 

"...Quite the confidence you've got there." 

Arthur rolled his eyes. "So how do I leave? And how far is this place from the mortal realm?" 

"You understand spatial powers, right? Then you should know that in space, the concept of distance is narrow." 

Hela gestured to the sky. "The mortal realm is right there. If you have the ability, you can leave whenever you want." 

Arthur unsheathed his sword. "How about you put it plainly, huh?" 

"Above us is a spatial barrier," Hela said through gritted teeth, swallowing her irritation at the sight of the sword. "Beyond that is what you mortals know as Earth. But I don't know how you're going to get through it, so you'll have to figure that out for yourself." 

"Got it, more or less," Arthur said, scratching his head. "So what happens if I screw up the calculations?" 

"Three possibilities," Hela answered crisply. "First, your teleportation fails and you end up back here. Second, you succeed but materialize inside the Earth's crust. Third, you drown under the ocean. Given your physical abilities, the last two won't kill you, but they will definitely make you miserable." 

Arthur raised his sword again. "Why can't you say something optimistic for once?" 

"...Because you said 'if you miscalculate'!!!" 

Hela was about to lose her mind. This was the first time in her life that she had been so blatantly threatened. Pointing a sword at her at every turn - who did he think he was? If her powers weren't sealed by that old tyrant, did he really think he could handle even a few of her attacks if she got serious? 

"Fair enough, I guess," Arthur said, chuckling awkwardly as he sheathed his sword. "In that case, it looks like I'm going to need some time to sort things out. In the meantime, return the wood you stole from me." 

"Who stole your wood?!" 

Hela's face darkened. "What kind of boring, idiotic act do you think I'm capable of?" 

"Then where is my wood?" Arthur blinked and locked eyes with Hela. 

After a moment of tense silence, they both blurted out simultaneously: 

"Odin!!" 

Hela's face turned an alarming shade of blue with rage, while Arthur stomped the ground in frustration. 

It was obvious now - Odin, the old schemer, had been spying on them. The moment he saw Arthur using a "passive strategy", he decided to stir things up by planting evidence. This conveniently led to the escalating conflict between Arthur and Hela. 

Arthur had initially thought that with Odin's backing, he could provoke Hela without serious consequences -- perhaps even use it as leverage to escape. 

But in hindsight, every step, from the stolen wood to the fight to Arthur's attempts to convince Hela, seemed to have been carefully orchestrated by Odin. 

The realization made Arthur's veins stand up. His face darkened as he muttered, "That shameless old coot! He's probably spying on us right now!" 

"Shameless old coot?" Hela asked, confused. 

"It means an old, shameless jerk!" Arthur replied. 

"I agree with your assessment," Hela said, finding an unlikely point of agreement with him. 

Their eyes met for a moment before Arthur turned to leave. Hela, understanding his cue, also stood and began to walk away. 

Her sealed powers made her steps slow and laborious, but her determination was evident. It was her way of showing her disdain for this forced matchmaking, loud and clear. 

After a few steps, Arthur looked back at her. Something about her fighting form didn't sit right with him. 

He knew that Hela was not someone to be trifled with - provoking her had been part of his strategy to achieve his goals. But now, seeing her in that state, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. 

Besides, this place wasn't the safest. Could she get into trouble without her powers? 

"Probably not..." 

Arthur thought. In his time here, he had observed the land - dull skies, charred ground, muddy terrain, foul smells and ominous trees. But nothing had posed a real life-threatening danger. 

"Yeah, I'm probably overthinking it. She'll be fine," Arthur reassured himself. 

Spreading the wings of the Raven God, he flew back to his small hut. 

Inside, he began to organize his thoughts and plan his escape. 

Though Hela's explanations had been vague, the information was useful. Arthur stared into the void above, knowing that his task was to decipher the structure of the spatial barrier above them. 

Once he could penetrate it, he would reach Earth. 

And what about the possibility of materializing in the Earth's crust or deep under the ocean? He decided he'd just try to land 30,000 feet above the ground - so it won't be a big deal if he fell. After all, he was unkillable by normal means. 

The thought of finally returning home filled Arthur with optimism. Even if he was thrown back here in the future to "bond" with Hela, he'd know how to leave whenever he wanted. 

He was basking in these comforting thoughts when a sudden, drizzling rain began to patter against his hut. 

'(End of Chapter)' 

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