Chapter 98: Asura Field? Beauty Trap!

While Aaron was reading and copying, Amora brought a plate of grapes from somewhere, peeled them herself, and fed them to Aaron one by one.

Aaron never refuses anyone.

With his current mental strength, it was enough to multitask.

And copying the magic book didn't require much thought.

"So attentive today? Tell me, what's the matter?"

Aaron chewed on the grapes and said without looking back.

Amora squeezed closer to Aaron again, almost half of her body touching his, and said with a clever smile, "Master, are you leaving Asgard again?"

"Pretty smart."

Aaron didn't pay attention to her small movements. Anyway, he wasn't at a disadvantage, and besides, it was quite soft! Well, it was still white!

Although he hadn't seen anything while skimming just now, the capital was indeed good. Much better than a violin.

Wait!

Aaron managed to gather his thoughts. Since the incident with Qin, he had felt a little out of control.

Now, Amora wasn't using any charm, but she still managed to make him slightly distracted.

After being praised by Aaron, Amora smiled smugly, then said, "When you leave Asgard, can you take me with you?"

"Arguing with Irene again?" Aaron frowned.

Irene was his teacher who first introduced him to the magical world, and Amora was currently his maid, which made things tricky.

"No! How dare I provoke her!" Amora smiled bitterly.

With her current status, she didn't dare to challenge Irene, so she usually avoided her.

However, she had been blindsided.

Coupled with her popularity in Asgard, she usually saw things from a different perspective. Instead of staying in Asgard, she might as well go to Midgard.

Among those mortals, she was considered a goddess after all, right?

Most importantly, Aaron's strength was growing too quickly!

Due to the oath binding her, she had to follow Aaron's lead. In this case, it was better to stick close to him—maybe she'd get some benefits from it.

Perhaps there were unexpected surprises in store.

So, Amora did her best to set aside her pride as the master of charm and was willing to serve Aaron as a maid.

Aaron thought about it, and he didn't mind Amora's request.

It would be nice to have a maid around, waiting for him, serving tea, picking out spellbooks, and so on.

He immediately agreed to Amora, who then acted even more diligently and boldly, not caring at all that she was offering herself to him.

Or rather, she was anxious for Aaron to take the offer.

In that way, she believed her status could improve.

Amora tentatively said, "Master, with your current magical strength, why don't you start a new life in Midgard?"

Aaron turned his head to look at her, and Amora quickly waved her hands. "I'm just talking casually."

"Do you understand what is most important in this world?" Aaron asked rhetorically, without a hint of blame.

"Right?" Amora's eyes glowed.

"Strength!"

"In this world, only strength matters! With strength, you have power at all times! On the other hand, if you don't have strength, no matter how powerful you are, it's just an empty loft in the air, and it can be taken away by others at any time."

Aaron sighed.

Amora lived in peaceful Asgard, seeking power, but she ignored the most important thing: strength.

If she were stronger than Odin, would she still need to worry about rising to the top?

The Marvel universe is cruel, with too many gods hidden across the multiverse.

If one or two of them made a move without caution, it could lead to a crisis in the universe, with countless deaths.

For example, those gods, like Dimension Mephista, could destroy and devour a planet in an instant. It was dangerous!

Because there were so many potential crises in the world, Aaron was desperately trying to develop his strength through the Gold Finger, improving and pushing forward on his path to becoming a king—even making many magicians in Kamar-Taj suffer because of it.

He couldn't entrust his fate to so-called superheroes. They were unreliable!

Superheroes weren't always able to prevent crises.

Many parallel universes were destroyed because they failed to resist.

Maybe in the next second, the universe he lived in would collide with another parallel universe, destroyed because the Dark Book was misused by a doctor.

In the Marvel world, this sense of crisis was essential.

He had to control his own fate and become stronger!

Amora was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Aaron, whose eyes were filled with determination and confidence, and gradually fell for him.

Is this the attitude of a strong man?

Meanwhile, the Sifs, who had been waiting for Thor, were finally informed that Thor had been teleported to Vanaheim to help the people there quell a rebellion.

After hearing this, Sif and the others prepared to leave.

However, Frigga called Sif aside. In the latter's confused gaze, Frigga suddenly said, "Sif, you are the most powerful female warrior in Asgard. More than ninety-nine percent of men can't stand against you. You are our pride. You are the new generation of Valkyries!"

Suddenly being praised by the Queen, Sif was pleasantly surprised and quickly said, "No, compared to you, I'm still far behind. You're the most powerful female warrior, and you also have impressive magic power."

Sif respected Frigga greatly.

It wasn't just because Frigga was a queen, but also because she was a mighty warrior and an excellent witch.

Few people knew that Frigga's melee strength was almost as great as Sif's!

"I am old; you are still young. The future belongs to you, and I can already become the past."

Frigga shook her head, then looked into Sif's eyes, and said seriously, "Speaking of which, your age is quite appropriate. It's time to get married. What do you think of Aaron?"

Sif hadn't expected Frigga to ask such a question, and she was left in a daze.

She had never thought about these things before.

In her world, the only meaning of continuous improvement was surpassing herself. She wanted to prove that as a woman, she could achieve the same speed a man could.

She had succeeded, but still wanted to keep growing stronger.

And now, Frigga was telling her it was time to get married?

It sounded like she was trying to match her with Aaron!

Ah... so sudden!

Thinking of Aaron's handsome appearance and powerful strength, somehow, Sif felt better about it?

Wait!

How could she think that?

Frigga was someone who had been there, and when she saw Sif's shy, red face, she smiled meaningfully.

She didn't dwell on the matter too long. She simply planted a seed in Sif's heart and waited for it to grow.

That way, the possibility of it being discovered could be avoided.

Before Sif could speak, Frigga continued, "I won't interfere in this matter, but you should really think about it. Otherwise, Aaron might be taken by a woman from Midgard. I heard Heimdall found that a woman has been following Aaron..."

"The best man in Asgard—do you think it's okay to let him slip away to some Midgard woman?"

Sif shook her head subconsciously. Aaron was her friend and a genius in Asgard. How could she let him go to someone else?

The fat and water should not flow into outsiders' fields.

But...

Why her?

Frigga's next sentence answered her doubts. "The best man and only the best woman make the best match, and you are the best among us."

"Alright, think about it carefully. The God King still has some things to do. Go and call Aaron to the Golden Hall."

Sif was still dazed but agreed to go see Aaron.

As she walked halfway, she suddenly realized, "Why did I agree to go myself?"

She had spoken so much with Frigga, and now...

What should she do later? Aaron!

Sif walked towards the library in a daze, forgetting the time and following the route instinctively.

When she saw Aaron, she furrowed her brow.

What had she just heard?

Amora was planning to go to Midgard with Aaron.

And... so close!

Danger!

Sif felt very uncomfortable. She coughed loudly from a distance, which attracted the attention of everyone present. Some even prepared to reprimand Sif for making noise in the library.

However, when they saw that it was Sif, they stopped and looked over with curiosity.

Is a battlefield about to unfold?

The God of Magic is in trouble!

They looked on eagerly, some even taking out melon seeds.

Curiosity was always a prominent trait among women.

They weren't used to Amora's actions but didn't dare to say anything due to her status. Now, seeing Sif, they eagerly awaited her confrontation with Amora.

Aaron and Amora also heard the cough and looked up to see Sif's piercing gaze.

Amora lazily moved away from Aaron a bit but still provoked Sif with a glance, as if to say: "What are you looking at? My old lady is dating a man!"

Sif was enraged but stepped forward a few steps before realizing she wasn't in a position to control Aaron now!

So, under Amora's half-smile gaze, Sif said dryly, "Aaron, the King of Gods wants to see you."

After speaking, Sif turned her head and left, her fists clenched tightly.

If Frigga hadn't mentioned this earlier, she never would have looked so angry. But now, after what Frigga said, it was hard to control herself.

This gave her a strange thought.

Was she thinking of being with Aaron in the future?

After all, what Frigga said meant there was support from the God King behind her, and she personally bestowed the marriage!

But who would have guessed that before she could deal with the woman from Midgard, an Asgard woman had already started pestering Aaron?

Amora, who was both beautiful and charming.

Damn it!

Still so beautiful.

How could she compare to a fighter who spent her days fighting and killing? She could only be left behind!

Sif was very unwilling and had to stand at the door, speaking in a strange tone, "Aaron, as a friend, I can only give you some advice. It's better not to get involved with a woman like Amora, who has an impure mind. Actually, it's not like there aren't other choices."

Then, Sif left.

Aaron was slightly puzzled.

What was going on?

Had his luck with women really taken off?

Was it a robbery of peach blossoms?

Aaron couldn't figure it out, shook his head, and then withdrew his hand from Amora's arms. Seeing that the latter seemed triumphant for winning this round, he rolled his eyes.

Hey, the Asgard version of green tea?

He never imagined he'd experience such things.

But... what did Odin want with him this time?

Aaron thought for a moment, then left a duplicate of himself to continue copying the magic book while he walked away.

He made sure to call Amora along with him, though.

He wasn't that bad to let her serve the duplication...

Come to the Golden Hall,

Aaron told Amora to stay outside.

With her reputation, it was clearly inappropriate for her to meet Odin.

At this moment, Aaron saw Sif waiting at the entrance of the Golden Hall again. She still felt uncomfortable when seeing the two of them together, but felt better seeing Aaron approaching alone.

When Aaron got closer, Sif hurriedly asked, "Aaron, you and Amora..."

"It's not what you think."

Aaron didn't elaborate. There was no way to explain that Amora had become his maid and could no longer resist any of his requests, right?

Honestly, anyone who heard this would probably think of strange things, right?

Though Aaron didn't want to say much, Sif was clearly relieved to hear that it wasn't what she had imagined.

At first, she thought it was Amora who had shamelessly attached herself to Aaron, and Aaron had been too embarrassed to refuse her, letting her succeed.

No!

Amora couldn't continue this!

Aaron was her good friend. How could she let him end up with a woman who harbored impure thoughts?

Maybe Amora was using him in the end.

That's it.

With confused thoughts, Sif and Aaron walked into the Golden Hall and met Odin.

It didn't take long for them to understand Odin's arrangement:

Go to Midgard and retrieve the Space Gem to restore the Bifrost.

Currently, there were only two people for this task: Aaron and Sif!