Just call me Thor - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Study hard and be a decent person
Supreme Beings don’t play by the rules of ‘honesty.’

Michael originally had ten minutes left, but it’s been cut down by 70%.

Now, it’s all over.

To his left was Apollo in his white cloud form, to his right was Shadow Nine in his black mist form, and directly in front of him was Thor.

He was ready to give his final words, if given the chance.

To Mike’s surprise, Michael stepped out of the protective circle, leaving the invincible range. In the presence of Supreme Beings, no one could claim invincibility.

Before his death, Michael decided to give himself a dignified end. He bowed to the black mist,

“Criminal Terenas greets… Master Shadow Nine.”

He then turned to the white cloud and bowed again.

“Michael greets Supreme Being Apollo.”

Whew—

Michael exhaled deeply, feeling much lighter. At least he had the guts to say the names of the Supreme Beings. Among the demon cult members, he was the bravest!

Having done all this, Michael looked straight ahead, smiling lightly, “Thor? No, no, I think it’s better to call you Mike for now. My master’s true form is a demonic eye, and your talent is also related to eyes. Plus, our names are so similar. Don’t you think this is coincidence?”

Is this really just a coincidence?

Michael didn’t say much more. He simply clapped his hands, “Now that we’ve all met, it’s time for me to die.”

At this moment, he truly sought death.

With the Fourth Demon God’s projection in Apollo’s grasp, humanity’s plan was halfway complete. If Michael were alone with Apollo, he might have a 1% chance of survival.

But with Shadow Nine present, especially with the intense killing intent emanating from him, Michael knew he had no chance of surviving.

Shadow Nine and Apollo had been a long-standing duo. When Shadow Nine wanted someone dead, Apollo always executed cleanly and without hesitation. Michael knew there was no way he would survive.

Shadow Nine spoke again, seemingly ignoring Michael and looking at the white cloud,

“Will you finish it?”

“Sure.”

The white cloud spread out again, covering everyone and then quickly retracting. Their memories were partially erased, and everyone stood up from the ground, resuming their previous positions.

When they woke up, they wouldn’t notice anything unusual, not even the few minutes of disappearance. It would be as if they had just taken a nap.

No one would remember what happened, and Mike’s true identity would remain secret. It was as if nothing had happened.

After Apollo finished, Shadow Nine spoke again, “Four?”

“Three.”

“Alright.”

Their conversation was cryptic, but it didn’t stop Mike from understanding.

“This battle involves three demon gods?”

Mike quickly calculated in his mind,

“Given Michael’s situation, the third, fourth, and sixth demon gods are all involved. How many of them will fall in the end?”

The Fourth Demon God’s projection was already in Apollo’s hands. What he would do with it next was unknown.

After a brief chat, Shadow Nine looked at Michael again,

“Useful?”

Apollo: “No.”

“Kill him.”

Shadow Nine’s voice turned cold. He never held grudges overnight; he always settled them on the spot.

“Alright.”

Five words sealed Michael’s fate. The white cloud faced Michael and said calmly, “You have one last word.”

With that, the white cloud, carrying the sealed demonic eye, floated away.

Mike looked curiously at Shadow Nine, his eyes asking, “What does this mean?”

Shadow Nine shook his head. If he could fully understand what Apollo was thinking, then he would be the Supreme Being, not Apollo.

Michael didn’t overthink it and took it at face value.

Leave a final word, huh? How humane.

Is there anything more merciful than letting someone leave a last word before they die?

What should he say…

Michael, who was supposed to be decisive and ruthless, became sentimental in his final moments. He wanted to ask, if he didn’t say anything, would he never die?

If that were the case, Michael would gladly remain silent forever, living as a mute.

“Ten.”

A considerate countdown echoed in Michael’s ear. Clearly, not everyone could exploit a loophole.

Countless thoughts flashed through Michael’s mind, his short life replaying like a slideshow.

In a sense, he wasn’t Terenas Bloodscribe but a new soul, a ‘lucky’ one who had been in this world for less than a week.

No, more accurately, he was an unlucky soul.

Should he curse and swear at his fate? Terenas’s face appeared before him again. That old, sinister face sneered at him, watching Michael’s downfall with cold eyes. Though the face said nothing, it seemed to say everything.

Michael shook his head.

“Five.”

In a moment of distraction, five seconds had passed. Half of his remaining life wasted on his past self. That old bastard wouldn’t let him rest even in death.

Michael’s brain, which should have been crystal clear, now felt like a rusty machine, slow and creaky. He felt that no matter what he said, it would be meaningless.

For a moment, he resented Apollo deeply. Why not just kill me outright? Why this unnecessary step of leaving a last word?

But soon, he came to terms with it. At least he had the chance to leave a final word, which was better than nothing.

Think of those villains who often died because they talked too much. He, on the other hand, was dying because he talked too little.

“One.”

In the final second, Michael looked at the person closest to him. Coincidentally, it was the new student he had been chatting with earlier. From Florida Magic High School, with an A-grade talent, James.

As the white cloud dissipated, everyone’s memories of the previous events were altered, and they woke from their unconscious state. James happened to open his eyes at that moment, seeing Instructor Michael smiling at him.

Instructor Michael’s lips moved, slowly parting. This simple action seemed to drain all his strength, and a weak, trembling voice emerged from his throat.

He spoke, word by word,

“Study hard and be a decent person.”

Michael’s final words were not hysterical, not filled with rage, not self-destructive, not repentant… nothing of the sort. With a hint of relief, he advised the student like a true instructor. Even though he had known this student for less than thirty minutes. Even though he had only been an instructor for a few days.

“Study hard and be a decent person,” that was his final message.

These two things, neither Terenas nor Michael had truly achieved. Yet, they were passed on as his last words.

After speaking, Instructor Michael’s figure began to fade, slowly dissipating into nothingness, leaving no trace of his existence.

Whether it was the former Fourth Demon Cult Leader Terenas, the current Four Demon Cult Leader Michael, or the dying Instructor Michael, all identities, all bodies, all souls, at this moment, were completely gone.

Dead and gone, vanished into thin air.