Hela had absolutely no idea what Adrian meant by "repeaters" or "projectors."
And she clearly had no interest in finding out.
Ignoring his teasing entirely, Hela calmly drew two short swords from her waist.
She tossed them onto the ground in front of Captain Marvel and Nick Fury.
"Hold the hilts."
Carol didn't hesitate.
She immediately followed the instruction.
Nick Fury, however, paused briefly.
He glanced at the orange cat resting in his arms—the seemingly harmless Flerken.
Only then did he tighten his grip around the sword hilt.
"…Now what?"
"Watch."
Hela extended one slender finger.
A thread of black energy flowed from her fingertips.
It linked the two swords together like dark lightning.
Then she placed her other hand gently on Adrian's forehead.
"See what I see."
The spell activated.
Adrian immediately felt a strange power seep into his consciousness.
It wasn't aggressive.
It wasn't intrusive.
It was simply searching.
Once he realized this, he loosened his mental defenses.
And in the next instant—
The world changed.
Images exploded across their vision.
A distant era.
A forgotten time.
The scene appeared through the eyes of another person.
A young sorceress stood before them.
Her golden hair curled loosely around her shoulders.
This was the young Ancient One, long before she became the Sorcerer Supreme.
At that time—
Earth faced a new crisis.
The legendary Olympian Gods had returned.
Just like the gods of Asgard, the Olympians were not merely mythological figures.
They were powerful beings from a higher dimensional realm.
Now they had descended upon Earth once more.
From the perspective of the young Ancient One, they listened as her predecessor—the Sorcerer Supreme of that era—explained the truth.
The Olympians had not returned to guide humanity.
They had returned to rule it.
Their goal was the Olympus Project.
If completed, Earth would permanently lose its ability to produce superhumans.
Humanity would remain weak.
Forever.
And the planet itself would become nothing more than a pasture.
A source of worship.
A source of power.
Food for the gods.
The vision shifted.
Now three figures stood facing someone new.
One was Adrian.
The other was the young Ancient One.
Opposing them—
A massive warrior.
The legendary hero of Olympus.
Hercules.
The Ancient One spoke first.
"Hercules."
"You carry mortal blood in your veins."
"You were once humanity's greatest hero."
"Why have you become the gatekeeper of Zeus?"
Hercules' expression remained calm.
"His divinity surpasses humanity."
"The man who completed the Twelve Labors…"
"…no longer exists."
Then—
The battle began.
Adrian stepped forward.
He exhaled slowly.
And without another word—
He attacked.
The next moments unfolded like a storm.
From the shared perspective, Carol, Fury, and Hela experienced the battle directly.
Not as observers.
But as participants.
The clash was brutal.
Fast.
Explosive.
Hercules fought like a living mountain.
But near the end—
They experienced something personally.
The feeling of being utterly overpowered.
And beaten down.
The vision shifted again.
Now they stood inside a magnificent golden chariot.
Golden light filled the sky.
The realm of Olympus.
But before they could examine their surroundings—
Gravity twisted.
The world flipped.
And they fell violently toward the ground.
When the scene stabilized again—
Adrian stood before them.
But the Ancient One was gone.
For some reason—
He was alone.
He walked forward calmly.
Then muttered something strange.
"Kraith Brand…"
"Sun God Flashlight…"
"Here I come."
Before the observers could understand what he meant—
Pain exploded through their vision.
A tearing sensation ripped through their necks.
Snap.
The perspective collapsed.
The last thing they saw—
Was a headless corpse lying on the ground.
The memories accelerated.
Battle after battle.
Gods falling.
Divine weapons clashing.
Entire legends dying.
Until finally—
The last scene appeared.
A radiant divine sword pierced two figures simultaneously.
The ruler of Olympus—
Zeus.
And the primordial earth goddess—
Gaia.
Their defeat marked the end.
The end of the Olympian Pantheon.
The spell ended.
Hela slowly withdrew her hand.
Her expression was complicated.
Nick Fury and Carol remained silent for a long moment.
Both were still immersed in the memories.
They had witnessed Adrian's past.
His rise.
His battles.
And the destruction of an entire pantheon.
From the perspective of those who had fought him.
At the end of the vision—
Adrian had proclaimed Ragnarok.
The fall of Olympus.
Yet the divine power he obtained there did not remain with him.
When the Olympian gods died—
Their divine authority vanished as well.
He could have preserved even one of them.
If he had done that—
He could have inherited Olympus itself.
He could have become the next King of the Gods.
But he refused.
His humanity remained stronger than divinity.
Odin should feel lucky.
Hela sighed quietly.
She had just witnessed the destruction of a divine pantheon.
Even Hades, who shared her status as a ruler of the dead, had fallen.
Moments later, Carol regained her senses.
After hearing Hela's words—
She nodded in agreement.
Yes.
Odin truly was fortunate.
Not only had Adrian lost the divine power he gained in Olympus—
But the Asgardians had never tried to enslave Earth.
They merely claimed guardianship over the Nine Realms.
They had never turned Earth into a farm.
Nick Fury finally snapped back to reality.
"That's…"
He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table.
Twisted the cap.
Splashed it over his face.
"…completely insane."
He stared at Adrian.
"So the myths are real."
"But if all of that really happened…"
"…why is there no record of you?"
Fury paused.
Then glanced toward Hela.
"Or maybe…"
"This entire memory was just a carefully constructed illusion."
"A magic trick."
"The more mediocre a person is," Hela said coldly,
"the more they doubt everything."
"Because their world is too small."
Nick Fury didn't respond.
Adrian sighed.
"Fine."
"I'll show you something."
He stood up and walked toward an empty area nearby.
"There are some things sitting in my system storage anyway."
"Might as well take them out."
Hearing this—
Nick Fury immediately followed him.
He wasn't trying to argue.
He simply wanted proof.
Something solid enough to believe Adrian's story.