Chapter 1592

"There is one more very important thing you haven't realized," Hela pointed out: "Asgard's genetic inheritance is quite stable, and there is no upper limit; it can keep increasing."

"Basically, every God-King is stronger than the previous one, and the upper limit is also higher. This is the result of positive genetic inheritance. Although there are occasional exceptions, it doesn't hinder the general situation."

Loki frowned. She felt some key points hovering vaguely in her mind, but they couldn't be grasped immediately.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, thinking of some concepts she encountered when working in the human financial world.

"Quota... our quota is constantly increasing! And a head full of desire for destruction will make us borrow more debt, until one day we can't pay it back."

Loki felt cold sweat crawling all over her back. As the cold wind blew, she felt cold from her hair to the soles of her feet. She pursed her lips and said, "This is all too coincidental. Is it really just a natural phenomenon of the World Tree's reincarnation?"

"So, now you should know why Frigga has high hopes for you. I also wanted to choose you at the beginning for the same reason."

Loki was stunned in place, slowly opening her mouth wide. Hela turned her head and said, "If Asgard doesn't inherit some wisdom genes, it will really perish with a head full of muscles."

"You mean..."

Loki was too surprised to speak. She hadn't expected the truth to be the complete opposite of what she had imagined, or rather, the same, but even more so.

She felt that those brutes in Asgard didn't appreciate him at all when he was a male, and Frigga didn't value his marriage much at that time either. But when he became a female, they all became anxious about it. It wasn't because they didn't think she had personality charm, but because they only valued her reproductive value.

But the fact is very likely that her reproductive value is indeed very precious, but the reason it is precious is precisely her smart brain. The genetic inheritance of the vast majority of the God race is relatively stable; the strong give birth to strong children, and the wise give birth to wise children.

Since they have realized that the path of destruction through conquest is a dead end that doesn't work, and they have the conditions to embark on the path of transformation, having a few more descendants with wisdom and strategic ability is the top priority.

Although Loki is actually a Frost Giant, if she combines with the Aesir, then she should also follow the genetic positive inheritance law of the God race. That is to say, she is extremely likely to give birth to children who are smarter than most Asgardians.

"But, but if I were a male, I could also inherit wisdom genes, right? Then why didn't Frigga before..."

"She was doing it for your own good," Hela sighed gently and said. "The physique of Aesir females is not as good as males, at least on average weaker than males. If you, as a male with an inherently weak body, combine with a female who is even weaker, how can you ensure the health of your children?"

"Uh..." Loki was choked, and then she said with some disbelief: "So if I combine with a strong male as a female who is relatively weak but smart enough, I can inherit wisdom and ensure health? By the All-Father..."

"Not only that," Hela clearly saw more clearly than Loki, who was confused by the situation. She said with some thought: "The game rules set by Frigga are actually screening out the smarter part among the strong Asgardian males."

"First, they must have enough brains to find you hiding. Brutes who only know how to charge don't have such an opportunity. Secondly, they either have to set traps or find ways to persuade you. It's hard to subdue you with pure force, so they must possess a certain roundabout thinking and eloquence."

Hela sighed lightly and said: "As far as I know, Asgardian males who can pass these two levels are already considered the smarter ones among them. Thor might not even be able to do it."

Loki was now in a state of complete breakdown. Hela glanced at her and said: "But this is not forced. If this can urge you to hurry up and find your true love, then Frigga won't have any objections, because we all believe you won't find a fool."

Loki was stunned for a while before saying: "You reminded me of one thing—if I don't find someone strong enough to combine with, my descendants may have the risk of inheriting my weak physique."

Before Loki finished speaking, her tone already carried a thick anxiety. Although she wasn't considering having children at all now, whether as a male or a female, as soon as she thought about such a thing happening in the future, she already began to feel suffocated.

Loki wasn't sure if she would have plans to reproduce in the future, but she couldn't accept that certain defects would erase this possibility. On this issue, whether as a male or a female wasn't the primary consideration. Ensuring the survival rate of future children as much as possible in the choice of objects was the most important thing.

But having a healthy physique alone wasn't enough. Just as Frigga judged, Loki couldn't accept reproducing with a fool, and wanting both would be very headache-inducing.

When Loki returned to Schiller and Seeing Natasha after delivering the things, her look at everyone had changed a bit. She first examined Schiller from head to toe, then turned to look at Seeing Natasha, then cast her gaze on Gwen, then turned her gaze back to Schiller, her movements and demeanor a bit like picking meat in a vegetable market.

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought, what happened? Why did Loki suddenly change from an object being gazed at to a subject gazing at others? What just happened that he didn't know that changed Loki?

But he just sat in place calmly, nodded to Loki and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Loki had completely lost her previous unease. She pulled over a fishing stool and sat down, stood her fishing rod up to start hanging bait, and turned to look at Schiller and said: "Nothing hard. Where were you talking to?"

"We were talking about a Gwen and thousands of Peter Parkers," Seeing Natasha scanned the distance between Loki and Schiller, found it safe, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said: "And which one Gwen should invite next time she goes to a rock concert."

"I wouldn't look for them," Gwen threw the fish she had just caught onto the ground, but because she didn't have Schiller's precise technique, the fish jumped even more vigorously after being thrown by her.

Schiller stood up, walked to the side of Gwen Spider-Man, knelt on one knee, grabbed the fish, pinched the part near the root of the tail, and then swung its head toward the ice. With a "pop," the fish fainted.

Gwen Spider-Man raised an eyebrow at Schiller's crisp and neat movements. She showed a brilliant smile to Schiller and said: "Too amazing, Dean. I didn't expect you to have this trick. Teach me!"

Schiller adjusted his posture, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal a section of his arm. He pointed to the fish on the ground and said: "You held it too far forward just now, throwing its belly. The lower abdominal muscles have the most reflex nerves, which makes it jump higher."

"So you have to hold the tail, then throw the head? Alright, Dean, it seems you have to wait here for a while. Wait for my next fish to bite, and you can see if I did it right."

"Wait, why do you call him Dean?" Loki asked with some curiosity.

"In the Dream Academy, I enrolled in Dean Rodriguez's academy," Gwen Spider-Man shrugged and said: "Because I don't have much time to attend classes, but I need credits. The Dean will open the back door for me, right?"

"In fact, Miss Gwen, if you put one-tenth of your passion for rock music into your studies, you would be quite outstanding."

Gwen Spider-Man smiled brilliantly again, revealing a row of neat teeth. When the next fish bit, she also rolled up her sleeves. Her slightly chubby forearm looked like a clean white lotus root.

Gwen Spider-Man grabbed the fish tail and threw it hard to the ground. The result was that she might have used too much force, and the fish slipped and flew toward Schiller's direction.

A hand much stronger than Gwen's quickly and forcefully pressed the fish head, smoothly turning the whole fish around.

"Given that you can't control your strength well, Miss, I suggest you use a knife. Have you ever killed a fish?"

"Not yet, but I can try. Use the knife next to your seat?"

Gwen Spider-Man seemed a bit excited. She stood up, nimbly darted past Schiller, took the knife Schiller had used to dissect fish earlier, and also knelt down face-to-face with Schiller.

"Uh, how should I cut? Just stab it?"

"No, this requires method. Live fish are usually harder to kill because they might struggle or have nerve reflexes. But if you learn, fainted fish are not difficult."

Schiller held down the lower abdomen of the fish with one hand, helping Gwen solve the part that jumped the most violently. He pointed his index finger of one hand under the fish gill and said: "Tilt your knife forty-five degrees to the right, let the tip of the knife press against the lower part of the fish gill, and then decisively enter the knife. The speed must be fast, otherwise the blood might flow back and affect the taste."

"Swoosh!"

"Like this?" Gwen Spider-Man decisively stabbed the tip of the knife in according to the method Schiller said, and then, as if self-taught, she used her wrist to rotate the tip of the knife, cut down with force, and slid outward. The fish gill was shaved off.

Schiller seemed to feel surprised. He looked up at Gwen Spider-Man. Seeing Natasha, sitting opposite, felt her hair stand on end the moment she saw Schiller's look. Her goosebumps rose.

What is more terrible than a serial killer wanting to have a "Bloody Love Story" with a woman? It is a serial killer wanting to add a "How a Serial Killer is Forged" behind this story!

"Gwen, do you like eating fish very much?" Seeing Natasha asked almost through gritted teeth.

Gwen Spider-Man was initially a bit puzzled by the anger in Seeing Natasha's tone, but she was clearly the kind of girl who often guessed the development of romance in TV dramas with her best friends, so she immediately associated it with some plots in romance dramas.

Gwen Spider-Man's gaze first stayed on Schiller's face, then turned to Seeing Natasha, then turned back to Schiller, her face written with "You two are not right."

Schiller picked up the knife, processed the fish as quickly as possible, put the fish meat back into the ice, walked back to his seat, and turned to look at Loki and said: "What did you just go do? It shouldn't take that long to send things to that cabin, right?"

Loki, however, had completely lost her previous dazed posture. She deliberately tilted her body slightly toward Schiller's side, rested her elbow on the armrest on that side, and said: "Chatted with Thor and Hela for a while about the internal affairs of the Immortal Palace."

For some purpose, Loki didn't tell the whole truth, and Schiller's focus was: "Hela came too?"

"Yeah, she might be fishing with Professor Charles and the others."

"Princess Hela, I really didn't expect you to have an interest in fishing," Charles smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Hela.

Hela showed a rare smile. She nodded, then turned her gaze to the distance, and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Yeah, I quite like fishing. I just cast a good bait."