Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 844: Thor and Hela's Debate
Upon hearing this, Hela curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer, which contained a faint regret for Odin's death, as well as regret for herself for not being able to take revenge personally.

"Really, that's really a pity."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, as if she no longer had any expectations for anything.

"And, what's your name?"

She continued asking, as if she was not very familiar with this brother who suddenly appeared, or perhaps she was deliberately provoking him.

"Thor."

Thor answered firmly and forcefully. Although his heart was already turbulent, he knew that at this moment, he represented Asgard, justice and light. He clenched his fists and tried to restrain the urge to fight Hela to the death.

However, Hela didn't seem to intend to let him go easily.

"Thor, I cannot understand how Odin could have given birth to such a stupid son like you."

There was obvious contempt and disdain in her words. She gently stroked her long hair with her hands. The hideous horn headdress looked even more terrifying under the reflection of the lightning.

Her eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, directly hitting Thor's deepest pain.

"Or are you unwilling to accept that you have fallen from the first in line to the throne to the second?"

Under the dark cloud and thundering sky, the confrontation between Thor and Hela seemed to become the most intense collision between heaven and earth.

Thor is now standing at the crossroads of Asgard's fate, his heart filled with complex and profound emotions towards his sister Hela - anger, disappointment, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible sadness.

His clenched fists trembled slightly due to the excessive concentration of strength, as if even the air was trembling under his anger.

"I have never seen a crown prince talk about his right to the throne!"

Thor's roar resounded through the sky like thunder. His voice was not only filled with anger at Hela's behavior, but also with his unwillingness to be misunderstood.

In his heart, the throne has never been a goal to pursue, but a symbol of responsibility and sacrifice. He knows very well that becoming a king means giving up personal freedom and dreams and taking on the burden of protecting the entire Asgard.

And Hela, the sister he had never met or heard of, regarded power and status as everything, which made Thor feel sad and disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Hela did not retreat at all. Instead, she laughed even more arrogantly. It was a twisted smile that showed an extreme desire for power.

"Everyone can say nice things,"

She sneered in response.

"You said I was ambitious because I always talked about the throne. What about you? Don't say you have no interest in the throne?"

Hela's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Thor's heart.

She tries to uncover Thor's deepest secrets and make him face desires that he may not even be aware of.

Upon hearing this, Thor couldn't help but roll his eyes, his eyes full of disdain and determination.

"I'm sorry, I just have no interest in the throne,"

He spoke slowly, his tone revealing a kind of detached and carefree attitude. "How can a throne be better than freedom?"

Thor's words were simple and direct. He knew clearly that he was not suitable to be a ruler. What he longed for was unrestrained exploration and fighting, and the freedom to wield Thor's hammer as he pleased.

Although Mjolnir is no longer there.

Hearing this, Hela's lips curled up into an even more sarcastic smile. "Freedom? Humph, that's just an excuse for the weak. A truly strong person should stand at the pinnacle of power, overlooking all living things, and use an iron fist and wisdom to shape his own order. Your so-called freedom is nothing but a cowardly act of evading responsibility."

Thor shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Perhaps you and I have different definitions of strength. In my opinion, being able to face up to one's own shortcomings, taking responsibility, and fighting for the greater good is the real strength. Although the throne is high, it is also lonely and heavy. It requires not only strength, but also wisdom, compassion and sacrifice."

After a brief silence, Hela’s voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty: “Sacrifice? You are wrong, Thor. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, sacrifice is only a fate that the weak are forced to accept. And I will never be bound by anyone or anything, including this so-called throne. What I want is absolute control, unparalleled strength, and an existence that is above everything else.”

Thor shook his head, his eyes gleaming with unyielding determination.

"No, Hela, you are wrong. Freedom does not mean escape, but selective responsibility. I choose to protect rather than rule. I believe that everyone can find his or her own path, and I choose to be the guardian of Asgard, not the ruler."

The scene fell into dead silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined.

Hela's eyes gradually turned cold, as if she was touched by Thor's words, but then replaced by deeper anger.

"Asshole! Do you think your escape can bring peace? In this world, the strong are respected. Only by standing at the top can you protect everything you want!"

Thor took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"Hela, strength is not the only way to solve problems. True strength lies in inner tenacity and kindness, and in your willingness to sacrifice your own self for a greater goal. I admit that I am not the strongest, but I am willing to fight and protect Asgard, my family and friends."

Hela sneered, seeming to scoff at Thor's words.

"Family? Friends? These weak things will only become a burden to you. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can survive, and the weak deserve to be eliminated."

As she spoke, she waved her hand violently, and dozens of "Night Sky Swords" appeared out of thin air, attacking Thor like a black meteor shower. Each sword contained a terrifying power that was enough to tear apart space.

Thor flashed and easily avoided most of the attacks with his extraordinary speed and reaction.

But even so, a few swords still grazed the corners of his clothes, leaving a few tiny cracks, reminding him of the danger of this battle.

He knew that a head-on confrontation with Hela was inevitable, but he also understood that force alone could not defeat this sister who was consumed by hatred and ambition.

"Hela, there is no point in fighting between us,"

Thor shouted loudly while dodging the attack.

"What Asgard needs is unity, not infighting. You should understand that our enemies are not only each other, but also those dark forces that are eyeing the peace of the Nine Realms."

The dark elves have merely escaped, but have not been destroyed yet.

Not to mention the threat of the Saiyans.

(End of this chapter)