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Chapter 507: Dead Sun!
"Deal? Then you should leave."

Just hearing the word "deal", Hela slammed the plate hard with her dinner knife, and the expression on her face became extremely cold.

"Didn't you accept my brother's deal? Why are you resisting when it comes to me?"

Click, click, click——

With the sound of chains being dragged, the gray-white man slowly walked into the palace. His limbs were pierced by chains that looked like the spines of some animals, and he was a miserable prisoner.

"Looking closer, you're really ugly now. Although you were gloomy before, at least you looked like a goddess. Now, tsk tsk tsk."

He was a prisoner, but he appeared calm and composed in front of the warden. His young face even showed undisguised disgust and ridicule towards the warden.

Veins popped out on the forehead of the slow-moving servant Gunrat, but he couldn't utter a word.

Because the gray man in front of him is Balder, the incarnation of the dead sun in the underworld of Helheim. The importance of a sun to a world is self-evident.

“What do you want to do?” Hela raised her eyes. This action was quite difficult for her. The accumulated flesh on her face almost made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

"I want to leave Helm."

“That’s impossible.” Hela answered firmly.

Balder shrugged nonchalantly. He already knew Hela's answer, so he was prepared on how to break Hela's determination.

"I know you don't want to let me go because you want to turn Helm into a normal world, and for that you need the sun to awaken life. But I have no intention of cooperating. I will stay in the sky and use my light to torture this land and the dead on it."

"Of course, don't misunderstand me. I'm not threatening you. I'm stating the facts." Balder raised his hand, showing the bone spur chain running through his palm. "Helm left me here, but that doesn't mean you can order me to do anything."

"The mistress of Helm's underworld? You are nothing more than a prisoner."

Balder's provocation in the name of stating the facts shook the air in the palace, and the source was Hela in the center of the palace.

"Even if I am a prisoner, you must not forget what kind of god I am."

"I won't cooperate, and I will never cooperate!" Bader raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the smile on his face became even wider.

"So how about we compromise? Replace it with a kind, obedient sun that can bring life to Helm's underworld."

Balder's words made the air in the palace stagnant. The servant Gunrat couldn't help but look back at Hela, but he didn't seek an answer. Instead, he tried to stop her with his eyes.

Everyone present knew what Balder would say next, but Hela remained silent. After waiting for a long time, Hela slowly spoke.

"Go on."

"Want me to tell you? You are really a fool." Balder shook his hands, causing the skeleton chains to make a rattling, irritating sound.

It was like the sound of a lock being slowly opened.

Balder is opening a box, and inside the box is something disgusting, yet extremely tempting.

"Sun, doesn't Blaze have a sun in her body? Different from me, a beautiful and noble sun. I believe that as long as you tell her how miserable this world is, she will be willing to become the sun of this world under your expectant and praying gaze." The box is named [Hypocrisy], and it contains [Unscrupulous Means], [Betrayal], [Moral Kidnapping], [No Dignity] and other things that can easily bring success.

Hela could not hide the fact that Blaze was carrying the sun wheel on his back. As long as that sun replaced Balder, the underworld of Helheim would be able to come to life.

"But you can't open your mouth, because you know clearly that no one is willing to stay in this rotten place, let alone the noble-dressed sun god. Once rejected, there will be no future." Balder stroked his empty left eye, as if omniscience still resided in it.

"At this time, I want to make a deal with you. As long as I remain in the sky of Helheim, it will be meaningless even if you really beg for a new sun, so let's make a deal that goes with the flow."

"You promised me freedom, and I came to do everything for you."

This sounds like a good deal. Hela doesn't need to do anything, or even anything. Balder will do whatever it takes to gain his freedom, and morally blackmailing Blaze is just one of the inevitable steps.

But Balder deliberately came to the palace and told him about his escape plan under the pretext of a deal. This made no sense, it was just to make Hela an accomplice.

Although he intended more to stir up conflict between Hela and Blaze, he enjoyed the feeling that everything was under control.

Balder had a warm smile on his face, without any gloom on his face, but the empty hole in his left eye looked particularly terrifying.

"I understand you. This underworld of Helm is not only your prison, but also your growth environment. You don't have to take care of the dead, but you took on responsibilities that don't belong to you and became like this."

"My entry into Helheim's underworld was an illusory fate. You can face the torture of gnawing at the negative emotions of the dead with indifference, but you felt relieved the moment I fell into Helheim's underworld, right?"

Balder ignored the guarded movements of the male and female servants, stepped forward like a musical actor performing on stage, and raised his hand.

"The day of liberation is just around the corner, and you don't even know how to write the word hope. You see hope, but the hope that is right in front of you but cannot be obtained no matter what is the real torture."

"How long do I have to hold on before I can be free? How long do I have to be hungry?"

Balder's voice was shrill and hoarse, like a woman in grief, as if she was singing into Hela's heart. But then Balder suddenly turned his head, and his only remaining eye widened as if it was about to fall out.

"What a shame! I can at least torture this earth for another ten thousand years!"

"You!" The servant Gunrat came to Balder in an instant, and the dagger in his hand pierced Balder's throat.

Balder kept smiling and even took the initiative to move closer. The servant Gunrat immediately stopped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"You have to be careful. If I die in the world of death, I will be reduced to ashes. Then, the chance of survival that I could have gotten in ten thousand years might be gone."

Bader very considerately extended his hand towards the servant Gunrat, but the moment he got close to Gunrat, he slapped Gunrat on the face, leaving a bloody mark on Gunrat's face with the bone spur on his palm.

"In order to free ourselves, let's be despicable villains together."

Balder turned around and looked at Hela, with a teasing and amusing smile on his face.

"Hela, the goddess of death."

(End of this chapter)