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Following the maidservant, Fini found Frigga conversing with a group of elegant, aristocratic Asgardian ladies. Upon hearing the maid's report, Frigga initially offered a look of slight surprise. She then offered a polite, apologetic smile to the group of women before stepping away and walking toward Fini.
"Must you leave so soon?"
Frigga gazed at Fini's neat, tidy appearance and tried to persuade him to stay longer. "There are still countless scenic and breathtaking regions across Asgard that you have yet to thoroughly admire."
"Thank you very much for your kindness, Your Highness, but I suppose I will have to save that for my next visit."
Fini politely declined Frigga's invitation, replying smoothly, "I have been away from home for an exceptionally long period this time. If I delay my return any longer, my family will start to worry."
Considering the vast disparity in their respective perceptions of time, Frigga found it difficult to press the matter further. After all, a span of five months was practically an insignificant blink of an eye to an Asgardian blessed with a five-thousand-year lifespan.
"Very well. Asgard will always welcome your return. Oh, right—I personally prepared a farewell gift for you, and I sincerely hope it will be to your liking."
Fini found it somewhat difficult to refuse Frigga's genuine warmth, scratching his head as he remarked, "In truth, there's really no need for that. Asgard has already provided me with more than enough hospitality and care during my stay."
"This is merely a token of my personal regard!"
Frigga offered a gentle, maternal smile, promptly turning on her heel to lead the way.
Fini could only follow helplessly behind her. At this point, he was entirely in the dark regarding the actual value or weight of Frigga's gift. However, regardless of the physical item itself, accepting it meant carrying an immense personal favor.
Upon entering Frigga's private quarters, Fini watched as she retrieved an exquisitely crafted box from a storage cabinet. When she unlatched the lid, it revealed a relatively thin, bound volume resting inside.
"I am well aware of your profound interest in Asgardian spellcraft, so I took the liberty of compiling a manual detailing various magical arts for you. Granted, they are merely some of our simpler, more fundamental spells, but I hope they will prove useful to you."
Fini had to admit that Frigga's assessment of his character was incredibly precise. Had it been any other physical treasure, he might have been able to muster up the willpower to refuse it. However, when it came to the realm of magic, looking down at that manual, he found it fundamentally impossible to open his mouth to decline.
Furthermore, although Frigga explicitly noted that they were merely simple spells, the truth was that if she had given him something excessively profound or esoteric, he might not have had the patience or capability to study it anyway.
"Thank you!"
Consequently, Fini formally accepted the parting gift, all while silently repeating an internal sentiment: Odin truly needed to thank his lucky stars for marrying such an exceptional wife.
To reciprocate Frigga's profound kindness, Fini took the initiative to share the comprehensive culinary recipe for the Kumin記 Fried Chicken Chunk Roll with her. However, he carefully appended a crucial warning: only the specific chicken rolls handmade by his own flesh and blood would carry any mystical buffing effects. Anyone else executing the recipe would merely produce a highly delicious plate of food.
Frigga didn't mind this magical limitation in the slightest, accepting the written recipe with a face full of genuine satisfaction and delight.
Given that Sif and the Warriors Three were currently deployed away from the capital, Fini didn't bother tracking down any other acquaintances to offer formal goodbyes. Carrying the various Asgardian local specialties he had purchased earlier, he made his way directly back to the Bifrost observatory.
"Are you not going to wait for Thor to return so you can bid him farewell in person?" Heimdall inquired, catching sight of Fini returning so rapidly.
"I'll catch him next time!"
Fini shook his head with a grin, adding cheerfully, "Speaking of which, I technically still owe you two whole days of entertainment, so I am guaranteed to cross back over eventually."
"In truth, merely sending the Blue-Eyes White Dragon over would suffice," Heimdall replied, delivering the deadpan joke with a completely expressionless face.
Had Fini not grown thoroughly accustomed to the Gatekeeper's peculiar personality by now, any regular person would have undeniably taken the statement as absolute truth.
"The two of us are fundamentally inseparable," Fini replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He then walked over to the intake threshold of the Bifrost chamber and requested, "Alright, send me back home. Pick a relatively secluded, isolated location—ideally somewhere completely away from prying eyes."
"Farewell."
Heimdall offered a concise parting word. As Fini raised a hand to wave goodbye, the Gatekeeper violently thrust his sword downward, activating the roaring mechanism of the Bifrost.
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The moment he tumbled out from the rushing prismatic corridor of the Bifrost, Fini instantly felt his footing sink into a soft, unstable surface. Lowering his head to look down, he couldn't help but realize that Heimdall had literally deposited him squarely in the middle of a barren desert.
"Well, it's certainly secluded alright," Fini muttered under his breath, offering a dry critique of the Gatekeeper's choice of location.
Watching the intricate crystalline pattern scorched into the terrain by the Bifrost beam quickly become completely swallowed and erased by the shifting sand dunes, he raised his hand to conjure a portal leading straight back to his residence.
Stepping through the spatial rift and returning to his familiar home, his familiar bedroom, Fini was instantly overcome by a profound wave of absolute comfort and relaxation. Setting down the various gifts and souvenirs he had accumulated from Asgard, he conducted a quick sweep of the house, only to find that Skye was currently not at home.
Fini didn't rush to contact her immediately. Instead, he raised his arm once more, slicing open a direct portal leading straight into his research laboratory facility located in Seoul.
Stepping through the spatial tear and into the primary office suite of the laboratory, Fini had barely crossed the threshold before he felt a bizarre, distinct ripple of telepathic energy attempting to burrow its way directly into his mind.
To an ordinary human being on Earth, a mental assault of this caliber would be an entirely irresistible, overwhelming force. However, to the current Fini, it was laughably insufficient.
Who exactly was Fini? He was the undisputed strongest man on Earth, the foremost Explosion Magic sorcerer across the Nine Realms, a newly minted Pocket Dimension Lord, Thor's absolute most desired rival to defeat, and the recurring living nightmare of Surtur.
If he were to somehow end up mind-controlled by a novice witch like Wanda who had literally just awakened her abilities, it would be an absolutely pathetic embarrassment.
Fini pulled out his phone, intending to place a direct call to Helen Cho. However, the moment he glanced down at the screen, he realized that now that his cellular signal had been fully restored upon returning to Earth, his log was flooded with a massive backlog of missed calls from her.
Because his device had been permanently set to silent mode during his cosmic travels, he had remained entirely oblivious to the alerts. Picking out the absolute most recent missed call from roughly fifteen minutes ago, Fini dialed the number back.
The moment the connection established, Helen Cho's sweet yet distinctly frantic voice instantly blurted through the speaker: "Is this Mr. Hellsing?"
"It's me."
"Oh, thank God, you finally answered the phone."
Hearing Fini's voice on the line, Helen Cho audibly let out a massive, relieved sigh of pure joy. She then spoke at a rapid-fire pace: "Mr. Hellsing, the biological experimentation was an absolute success! However, a rather severe complication has arisen on our end. We urgently need you to come over as quickly as possible."
"I am already aware of the situation. In fact, I am currently sitting right inside the main office. Head on over here first."
Hearing Fini's casual response, Helen Cho was visibly stunned on the other end of the line. Staring blankly at her disconnected screen for a second, she immediately quickened her pace and rushed toward the office suite.
The moment she pushed the door open and saw Fini casually lounging in the office chair, an expression of sheer bewilderment washed over her face. She blurted out, "When exactly did you arrive? I explicitly ordered security to place the entire facility under absolute lockdown, strictly banning any entry or exit!"
"Do you honestly believe a regular human security guard possesses the capability to intercept me?"
Fini rolled his eyes dramatically, casting a thoroughly amused glance at Helen Cho before pressing for details: "Where exactly are the two of them currently being held?"
Only then did Helen Cho fully snap out of her daze, remembering that the young, incredibly handsome boy sitting before her was none other than the legendary Knight of Divine Punishment. Although he had been completely missing from the public eye for over half a year, the terrifying myths and legends surrounding his persona continued to circulate heavily throughout the globe.
"They are in the deep sector. Follow me, I'll escort you over right now!"
Pietro and Wanda's awakening procedure had been successfully completed two days ago. Over these past forty-eight hours, the sheer, unmitigated chaos had left her suffering from a monumental migraine. Fini's sudden arrival felt as if an immense weight had finally been lifted from her shoulders, prompting her to immediately lead him toward the experimental ward.
Deep within the innermost sector of the laboratory complex, inside a reinforced sterile isolation unit, Pietro and Wanda were currently confined. However, the physical states of the siblings were visibly far from normal.
Pietro's entire physical form was vibrating and trembling at a mind-bogglingly high frequency; if one looked at him from a distance, his silhouette was completely blurred, leaving nothing but overlapping afterimages. Meanwhile, Wanda was hovering slightly, her hair drifting through the air as if caught in a non-existent updraft. A faint, ominous crimson radiance flickered continuously within her eyes, painting an incredibly eerie, unnatural picture.
Right outside the observation window of the isolation room, several laboratory staff members were locked in a raging, screaming argument with one another. They remained entirely oblivious to the arrival of Fini and Helen Cho, looking as though they were on the absolute verge of coming to blows.
"It's happening again!"
Gazing at the chaotic scene, a look of profound distress and exhaustion settled over Helen Cho's face. She turned to Fini, whispering an explanation: "I don't know what the scientific catalyst is, but the moment anyone steps anywhere near their immediate perimeter, our emotions become exceptionally volatile and prone to spiraling completely out of control. Even the most trivial, insignificant matter will trigger a vicious, screaming match."
"Yeah, I see it. Don't worry, it's fine," Fini replied, nodding his head to signal his understanding.
He was, of course, perfectly aware of the underlying cosmic reason for this psychological phenomenon. It was nothing more than the residual, unrefined psychic energy leaking from Wanda's awakening that was actively warping the emotional baselines of the surrounding research personnel.
(End of Chapter)