Just call me Thor - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Master Fool
Outside the Forest of Truth, a Teleportation Array silently activated.

Beside Ares, in addition to his sword servant, stood a figure shrouded in black mist.

This figure, wrapped in chains, emitted a clear, melodious sound with each step.

This was the master smith Ares had ‘invited’ for Thor.

On this side of the portal, no one was there to greet the master smith. The area within ten miles was deserted, even the Guardian Shadows who watched over the Forest of Truth had been instructed to avoid this region.

A black coffin lay in front of the portal.

“Heh heh—”

“To even bring out this one, you must think highly of me.”

The master smith, bound in chains, sneered continuously, “Mars, you might as well kill me with one strike!”

“Do you mean it?”

Sword light flashed, and the demon race master smith darted out of the Teleportation Array with incredible speed.

Even though she was fast, the sword was faster!

A sliver of sword energy landed on her back, causing her aura to plummet.

The previously still black coffin began to tremble.

Seeing the coffin shake, the demon race master smith suddenly felt fear.

She could sense the intense killing intent locking onto her!

The being inside the coffin was one who had walked the paths of [Death] and [Slaughter] to godhood!

A 990-level Ultimate Battle Lord, also known by a hidden title: [Quasi-God]!

A Slaughter Quasi-God, a Death Quasi-God, being this close and locked onto…

For anyone else, the demon race master smith might have had a slim chance of survival.

But the one in the coffin had a faulty mind!

With a hint of despair, the demon race master smith growled with a sobbing tone,

“Mars, we had an agreement!”

“This place… is not under his jurisdiction.”

A hoarse voice came from the coffin,

“If I kill her, I’ll compensate Thor with two SS-tier pieces of equipment. How about that?”

The coffin was here to prevent the demon race master smith from causing trouble.

After all, as a master smith of the demon race, she possessed considerable strength, not weaker than Maxen.

Who would have thought that upon seeing her, the only thought in the coffin’s mind was—slaughter!

Under the bright moonlight, a figure silently appeared beside the coffin.

A white-haired man gently placed his hand on the coffin.

The coffin immediately stopped trembling, quieting down, and the killing intent receded like a tide.

Without any special means, the nearly out-of-control Ultimate Battle Lord instantly calmed down, retracting all his murderous intent and following the man’s command.

The demon race master smith looked up, trembling, at the man.

In her heart, she had already guessed his identity—Morpheus!

The middle-aged man smiled kindly and said softly,

“This place is under my jurisdiction.”

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Core City of Truth.

Mike and Maxen stood side by side in front of a special hall.

This area was sparsely populated, and the hall itself wasn’t even marked on the map.

“Entering the Core City of Truth from the outside will bring you here.”

Maxen explained to Mike,

“Generally, when imprisoning demon creatures in the Core City of Truth, they pass through here. As you climb higher in the Tower of Truth, your authority within it increases, you know that, right?”

Mike nodded, “Just found out.”

Maxen suddenly thought he should charge for this knowledge. Educating Thor should come with a fee!

“At level 20, after reaching level 200, your private space can connect with the Core City of Truth. At level 40, after reaching level 600, the Hall of Truth will be open to you… but let’s not discuss that now, the master smith is here.”

In front of Mike, a hall door slowly opened, and a white cloud drifted out. From the cloud emerged a powerful being shrouded in demonic energy.

Maxen’s expression tightened slightly, and he whispered, “So strong.”

Mike raised an eyebrow, “How strong?”

“About 80% of my strength.”

80%…

Mike instinctively asked, “Compared to Shadow Five, who’s stronger?”

Maxen shook his head,

“Shadow Five only used 30% of his strength the last time we fought. The Guardian Shadows always hold back, never using their trump cards. But Shadow Five once assassinated a ninth-tier Battle Lord of the demon race, his most glorious achievement.”

Talking about the Guardian Shadows, Maxen naturally had a lot to say.

After all, the Guardian Shadows were founded by his First Godfather, making Maxen somewhat of a prince, well-acquainted with his own people.

He spoke animatedly,

“In the Guardian Shadows, besides Shadow Nine, the most straightforward is that fool Shadow Seven. He has about 60% of my strength and doesn’t keep any trump cards for himself.”

Only the last few sentences were what Mike cared about.

From Maxen’s tone, it seemed he didn’t know Shadow Seven was a girl?

Shadow Seven had 60% of Maxen’s strength?

Maxen’s evaluation was likely accurate.

This meant she was indeed formidable! She was the one Supreme Being Apollo had designated as the most likely to break through to [Ultimate Battle Lord].

Finally, Maxen said, “Excluding Shadow Nine, without using trump cards, I can fight the top three Guardian Shadows to a draw.”

According to Maxen, Shadow One, Shadow Two, and Shadow Three were on par with him.

Mike asked, “What about with trump cards?”

Maxen chuckled,

“I’m invincible.”

Wow—

Mike suddenly realized something was off.

Maxen’s trump cards were his two Supreme Godfathers!

As they chatted, the demon race master smith approached, looking at Mike, “Are you the fucking Thor?”

Clearly, she was angry.

Anyone who had been slashed by Ares’s sword and faced life-threatening danger would be a bit angry.

Maxen frowned, “Be respectful, use honorifics.”

Master smith: “Are you the fucking Thor, sir?”

Mike nodded, “Yes, that’s me. What should I call you?”

The master smith replied irritably, “Just call me Fool. If I weren’t a fool, why would I have gotten involved in this mess!”

“Alright, Fool.”

Mike didn’t stand on ceremony, greeting her and then turning to Maxen, “What’s the next step?”

Maxen explained, “Take her to your private space. The forging will be done there. She will stay there and cannot leave.”

Mike wasn’t yet level 200, so no creatures from his private space could travel to the Core City of Truth.

Moreover, with Apollo watching, there would be no trouble.

In front of Apollo, even the fourth demon god had turned into a turtle. What was there to fear from a demon race master smith?

Mike nodded, “Got it.”

Before taking Fool the master smith away, Mike pulled Maxen aside and explained why he had to pay the bill tonight.

Maxen was incredulous, “So, Apollo unfroze my card and then maxed it out?”

Mike mercilessly pointed out, “He unfroze it, but you did most of the spending.”

If Maxen hadn’t been urging everyone to take more, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Wait.”

Maxen realized something,

“You said you gave me a third of the fourth demon god?”

Mike nodded. “Yes, I figured it was useless to me, so I gave it to you.”

With that, Mike took Fool the master smith away, leaving Maxen standing there in a daze.

A third of the fourth demon god?

Maxen’s family had a complete set of demon god remains, not Vortexarchon, but the eighteenth demon god, killed by Morpheus years ago.

The remains of the eighteenth demon god, even a drop of blood, could sell for thousands of Battle Lord merits!

A third of the fourth demon god, and still alive!

Its value was immeasurable.

“Wow—”

Maxen slapped his forehead,

“Did I just hit the jackpot?”

He suddenly realized this was his biggest gain besides his two Supreme Godfathers!

Compared to this, today’s expenses were trivial!

…

In the private space.

Teemo’s exploration team hadn’t returned, and the fourth abyss hadn’t been integrated into Mike’s private space yet.

After bringing Fool the master smith in, Mike scrutinized her.

[Apollo has concealed some information about her, currently unavailable for viewing]

[She has sworn an oath of loyalty, never to harm Thor]

Mike never trusted oaths.

The only way to make an oath binding was to be stronger than the other party.

Clearly, Mike wasn’t there yet.

If he were, he wouldn’t need the oath.

“Fool, I’m curious about something.”

Mike asked, “Before forging equipment, I want to know why you’re willing to forge for me?”

A demon race master smith, even in Ares’s hands, wouldn’t submit so quickly.

From the previous information, Fool seemed quite cooperative.

Something unusual was definitely going on.

“Does ‘forge or die’ count as a reason?”

Fool’s answer didn’t satisfy Mike.

She could tell.

If she didn’t tell the truth today, Thor wouldn’t let her start working.

“The reason is simple.”

The demon race master smith said seriously, “The equipment I forge cannot harm me. If I could, I’d be willing to forge weapons for every human Supreme Being!”

That explained it.

Mike understood, but he had a new question,

“Have you considered this possibility?”

“What if I don’t use weapons and can kill you with lightning?”