Just call me Thor - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Real or fake
The words “You guess” echoed across the Fifth Abyss.

Ares left, the sword servants left, as if they had never been there.

The Fifth demon god sat on his throne, his face dark and brooding.

“Real… fake… fake… real…”

He couldn’t tell.

At that moment, he truly understood what [Illusory Reality] meant.

But it was too late.

…

Cedric Blackwell and Mike walked together, following Ares.

Mike couldn’t help but exclaim, “That was awesome.”

“Awesome, huh?”

Cedric Blackwell smiled slightly,

“There’s something even more awesome.”

Mike’s eyes lit up, “Show me?”

“Alright.”

Cedric Blackwell nodded, speaking seriously, “Did you know there are four ways to use Fate’s Reversal? Want to try them?”

Fate’s Reversal had four moves!

Insane!

Were they planning to push it to its limits?

Ares’s voice came from ahead, “When the Thunderclap Hammer appears in the First Abyss, I’ll teach you again.”

Mike nodded. “Alright!”

After this trip to the Abyss, Mike deeply realized his current shortcomings.

Whether it was Maxen, Shadow Nine, Apollo, or Ares, they were all seasoned powerhouses.

In terms of strength and talent, these people were the best of the best.

Compared to them, Mike was just temporarily dim. He had awakened his SSS-grade talent less than a month ago, and he had a lot of room for improvement.

“It’s time to go back.”

Mike wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

The already blurry figure of Ares ahead seemed to fade even more.

Cedric Blackwell stepped in front of Mike, blocking his view, and made a gesture of invitation.

“This way, please.”

During their time together, Mike had figured out some relationships.

Cedric Blackwell and Ares’s relationship seemed similar to that of Shadow Nine and Morpheus.

Mutual confidants, working seamlessly together.

After battling the Supreme Demon God, human Supreme Beings always had some issues.

The ones truly managing their forces and handling various urgent matters were the people by their side.

Shadow Nine managed the Guardian Shadow, Cedric Blackwell managed the sword servants.

As for the Mystic Market… could it be managed by Foreskin?

Mystic Market Manager Foreskin, a nine-tier Lord, was known to interact with Thor in the Trade Secret Realm, but few knew his true identity. Especially his name, which was obviously fake.

But Foreskin was an interesting person, sharing Mike’s interest in money.

From these three, one could see the deep foundation of the Supreme Beings.

Among them, Shadow Nine was undoubtedly the strongest, Cedric Blackwell second, and Foreskin last.

The ranking of the three factions should be the same. But the Trade Secret Realm managed by Foreskin had resources and reserves unmatched by any other faction.

As Cedric politely escorted Mike, he didn’t forget to shout back in the direction of Ares,

“Second Bro, see you later!”

“My classmates and I are all your fans!”

Second Bro?

Hearing the nickname from Mike, Ares was initially stunned, then quickly smiled.

Interesting kid.

Unlike Apollo, who disliked communication and had a dull personality.

Cedric Blackwell took Thor away, and Ares strolled alone in the void, with sword servants constantly appearing around him.

Whatever he did, sword servants would hold stone tablet, recording his every word and action.

This habit of Ares also influenced Cedric Blackwell.

In certain situations, Cedric Blackwell would also have sword servants record things.

Ares suddenly stopped, and all the sword servants stopped as well.

“Record.”

“I had some insights today and decided to teach my godson some moves.”

With that, Ares disappeared from the spot, and the sword servants followed suit.

…

Over the remnants of the Suture Abyss.

Maxen swung Dorakos, his face full of excitement.

Each strike caused parts of the Abyssal Plane to collapse in the void, its essence dissipating.

The Suture Abyss, which was on the verge of evolving into a large Abyssal Plane, had its area halved in just two hours.

At Maxen’s pace, it wouldn’t take half a day to completely purify it.

Swish—

At that moment, countless white sword energies crisscrossed, pulverizing everything, instantly purifying the remaining Abyssal Plane.

In the center of this sword energy storm, a figure appeared.

“Second Godfather?”

Maxen instinctively hid Dorakos behind him, afraid his Godfather would see it.

Ares casually asked, “This weapon is good. What’s its name? Who gave it to you?”

Maxen honestly replied, “Thor gave it to me, it’s called Dorakos.”

He quickly added, “I paid for it, it wasn’t a gift!”

Thor had only ever given Maxen one thing: bills, and they were unpaid bills!

Thor had given him a third of the Fourth demon god’s body, which had bankrupted Maxen.

Then he gave him Dorakos, and who knew how much Maxen would have to pay this time!

Fortunately, Maxen was smart and had earned a lot in the Suture Abyssal Plane.

“Watch closely, this move is called [Twilight], and this one is [Nightmare Blade].”

As he spoke, Ares slashed twice.

Maxen’s eyes instantly became serious, staring at the two sword lights until they completely disappeared into the void.

“Did you learn it?”

Maxen nodded, “I learned it.”

Maxen’s talent in swordsmanship was second to none.

Ares then slashed out four more sword techniques,

“This technique, Illusory Reality.”

“This technique, Ethereal Veil.”

“This technique, Celestial Phantasm.”

“This technique, Mystic Reflection.”

Maxen scratched his head, seemingly recalling something, and fell into deep thought.

As he thought, his hands moved involuntarily.

He swung Dorakos thousands of times, slashing out one blood arc after another.

Until Maxen was drenched in sweat and steaming, he finally stopped.

“I learned it.”

“Good.”

With that, Ares disappeared from the spot, his figure seeming to fade even more.

Maxen, unfazed, slung Dorakos over his shoulder, grabbed the blood-red flail, and headed back to Earth.

He looked delighted, muttering to himself,

“This time, I finally have money!”

“Hahaha!”

…

With lightning speed, Mike felt the scenery around him constantly retreating.

“Shadow Nine is waiting for you on the other side of the portal.”

Cedric Blackwell said,

“I’ll have Maxen deliver the case I promised. This case can store your weapon, and its size can automatically adjust, usually just the size of a keychain.”

“Thank you!”

Mike said sincerely.

The two continued on their way, heading back to Earth.

…

Outside the Tower of Truth, in the Forest of Truth.

When Shadow Nine left, he was a bit puzzled.

“Strange, why is there no movement from Calderon?”

Logically, Calderon should have taunted him by now.

This silence was out of character for Calderon.

Could he be asleep? Never mind, time to pick up Thor.

…

Five minutes after Shadow Nine left.

Deep in the Forest of Truth, a terrifying pressure emanated, deterring anyone from approaching.

Even Lord-level powerhouses would feel a deep soul-shaking fear in the face of this pressure.

A coffin lid was casually thrown aside, the black coffin overturned on the ground.

Inside the black coffin, it was empty.