Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 317 - 306

There were several swimming pools in the manor.

The one Leon used was close to the beach. He lay in the pool, gazing at the endless sea.

The beach belonged entirely to the estate—a private beach. No one was allowed to enter without Leon's permission. Otherwise, under U.S. law, trespassers could be shot on sight without legal repercussions. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Of course, at this point, the so-called law was merely a formality.

An electric car cruised at a moderate pace along the elegant roads, making its way to the expansive swimming pool.

The pool covered a vast area, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people at once. Lush trees and vegetation resembling banana plants lined both sides, creating an elegant atmosphere. The ground was paved with textured stone, adding depth to the scenery and blending beautifully with the surroundings.

Leon, clad only in shorts, leaned against the pool's edge, his muscular physique on display. Behind him, six beautiful maids stood ready, holding his clothes, towels, and other necessities, prepared to serve him at any moment.

The excesses of capitalism were on full display.

Sol, led by the housekeeper, walked in and spotted Leon lounging in the pool with his eyes closed. His face instantly lit up.

"Haha, Leon!"

He was about to stride past the housekeeper and head straight for the pool, but the quick-handed housekeeper blocked his way.

Sol halted, looking at the housekeeper in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Thor, but that was rather rude," she said.

When Veronica first informed her of his identity—that he was the prince of the mythical Asgard and the god known to the world—she had been shocked. After all, as an ordinary person, who would have thought that the legendary Thor truly existed?

And more than that, he was a friend of her master.

Still, Sol's behavior was improper, and the housekeeper would not overlook it. It was her duty to enforce decorum.

Before she could say more, Leon's voice drifted over.

"It's fine. Let him through."

"As you wish, Master."

With that, the housekeeper withdrew her hand. Sol didn't mind, but the housekeeper's actions served as a reminder. Though Leon was a friend with a gentle nature, his official status put him in direct contact with Odin.

Sol realized he had indeed been a bit reckless.

He strode over, and Leon rose from the pool. As he stood, two of the maids swiftly draped a pristine yukata over him.

"Sit."

The maids moved with practiced efficiency. By the time Sol arrived, Leon was already seated on a nearby beach chair, legs crossed, gesturing for Sol to sit as well.

Sol, unfazed, casually placed Mjolnir on the table beside him.

Before Leon could say anything, the maids produced a chilled bottle of whiskey from a small refrigerator. They poured two glasses and set them on the table.

Thor picked up a glass and took a hearty swig. The maid standing beside him, unfazed, refilled it immediately. Such treatment was commonplace in Asgard.

After seeing his glass full again, Thor took a small sip this time. Holding the glass in one hand, he looked at Leon and got straight to the point.

"Leon, I need your help."

Then, he told Leon about his dream in Asgard.

Leon listened patiently and nodded. "Hela..."

"You know about her?"

"Yes. Hela's existence has always been part of Asgard's dark history—a remnant of its past."

Leon took a sip of his drink, savoring the icy sensation before continuing.

"Hela's identity is complicated. Your father imprisoned her in the underworld of Hel, but killing her outright was never an option. After all, she is still Odin's daughter. The worst punishment he could impose was imprisonment."

"But now that she has returned, she will seek revenge against Asgard."

"This is a trial for you and Loki."

Leon didn't speak in riddles; his words were direct, yet there was a deeper meaning woven into them.

Thor, sharp as ever, caught the hidden message in Leon's final sentence.

"A trial for me and Loki?"

He pondered the words, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

"Yes. I won't intervene directly in Hela's matter. She is your opponent."

"But in my dream, the vision I saw was terrifying," Thor said, frowning.

Leon chuckled. "Thor, prophetic dreams allow you to glimpse the future. It's an ability unique to Asgard. But that doesn't mean the future is set in stone."

"It can be changed. The question is—how will you change it?"

Thor nodded, falling into deep thought.

Though he often seemed reckless, he was no fool. On the contrary, he was intelligent—Odin would never have recognized him as a worthy successor otherwise. Being Odin's son alone wasn't enough.

The Odinson lineage had its share of character flaws, but as a potential future king, Thor was no simpleton.

He reflected on past events, piecing together details that now seemed oddly inconsistent.

First, Loki had been captured and imprisoned on Earth.

Then, he had suddenly escaped, infiltrated Odin's treasure vault, and stolen several relics, including the Eternal Flame.

Not long after, Surtur's Ragnarok had been triggered prematurely.

Surtur was defeated, and Loki vanished. Leon had remained unusually quiet, while Asgard had simply let Surtur roam in search of Loki. Everything seemed normal—until Hela appeared.

Hela, Odin's eldest daughter, had been imprisoned in the underworld of Hel.

Thor recalled his mother's words: As long as Odin's divine power endured, Hela—no matter how strong—could never break free from her seal.

Yet now, Hela's return seemed inevitable, a fate already written.