Just call me Thor - Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to getting beaten up every day
Area C, training hall.

Inside the lounge, three cups of tea were placed on the table.

Mike, Ace, and Little Nine took their seats.

The loot-splitting conference officially began.

“This 420,000 Lord merits, we’ll split it half and half.”

Mike handed over a card containing 210,000 Lord merits.

Ace took the card but didn’t immediately put it in his pocket. Instead, he placed it on the table.

Ace said bluntly,

“Tell me, how are you planning to take this 210,000 back from me?”

Mike chuckled.

“Look at what you’re saying. If I just took it by force, wouldn’t I be a bandit?”

Ace sneered.

“Heh.”

Let the show begin.

Mike didn’t beat around the bush and said frankly,

“Now that you have the money, you’re not a greedy person. You’ll spend it eventually.”

“And when it comes to spending money, there are only a few things you can spend it on.”

Mike counted on his fingers.

“Building your Sea of Truth. You’re still low level, and your talent is, well, not great. There’s no need to build your Sea of Truth ahead of time.”

Ace didn’t deny it and nodded in agreement with Mike’s words.

He planned to raise his talent to SS-tier first before building his Sea of Truth.

“Skills, you definitely don’t lack. And you don’t need an instructor either.”

Mike continued to analyze,

“That leaves you with only one thing to spend money on—equipment!”

“What a coincidence.”

Mike spread his hands, a guileless smile on his face.

“My family just happens to have a master smith, the one you almost got killed before, remember?”

Mike had heard about the unpleasant encounter between Calderon and Master Fool from Maxen’s gossip.

If Ace wanted decent equipment, he wouldn’t be able to buy it on the market. He could only have it custom-made.

And the best master smith in the world was in Thor’s private space.

Ace silently pushed the card forward.

Mike reached for it, but Ace pressed it down, not letting go immediately.

Ace laid out his terms. “I want a longspear.”

Mike nodded and asked,

“What are your requirements? Left-handed or right-handed?”

Ace listed a bunch of requirements.

Mike cupped his ear, not hearing a single word.

“Are you questioning the value of my SSS-tier talent?!”

Mike straightened his back and retorted,

“Don’t tell me you know better than I do what you need.”

“Hiss—”

This time, it was Ace’s turn to fall silent.

Thor had a point!

Ace let go of his hand, and the 210,000 Lord merits returned to Mike’s possession.

“Let’s be professional here. I’m actually a regular customer of the Mystic Market, and I value fair trade the most.”

Mike said seriously,

“The material cost will be deducted from this. The forging fee is 30% of the material cost, and the design fee is 15% of the material cost. Any problems?”

“No problem.”

Even Ace had no objections to this.

In other words, the equipment Ace was getting custom-made would be top-notch in terms of quality!

The design would be personally crafted by the SSS-tier talent [Eye of Truth].

The forging would be sponsored free of charge by the strongest master smith of the two races—Master Fool.

Naturally, the materials used would be the best of the best.

An SSS-tier equipment, that was basically out of the question.

Even Mike only had two pieces of equipment at that level:

A Battle Damaged Version of Nightmare’s Breeze and a Force of Nature that was being recast.

The equipment custom-made for Ace would be the best among SS-tier equipment, comparable to the Dorakos in Maxen’s hands.

After pocketing Ace’s 210,000 Lord merits, Mike didn’t forget to remind him.

“This definitely won’t be enough. I’ll let you know when the total budget is out.”

“Got it.”

Just by shooting a short video, Mike had earned 420,000 Lord merits, plus the 400,000+ he originally had.

Maxen had given him 600,000 last time, and he had invested 550,000 in Force of Nature, leaving him with 50,000.

In total, Mike now had [895,614.37] Lord merits.

“One step closer to a million Lord merits!”

Unknowingly, Mike’s wealth had accumulated to a terrifying level.

Mike knew very well that although earning money felt good, spending it was even faster!

Thor’s Sea had a total of six elements to nurture.

With the [Shadow Source], he could put the Shadow element aside for now.

The [Heart of the Ocean] could last him until level 600.

The materials for the four elements, however, required real money. And with the [Curse of the Sea God 2.0] in play…

Every step forward would cost Mike 16 times more than an ordinary person!

Others spent 100,000, Mike spent 1.6 million!

Thinking of this, Mike felt like the money he just got was about to slip away again.

“Don’t think about it…”

Putting away the money, Mike looked at Ace and said seriously,

“Ace, how about I call Cain in and you two have a real fight?”

Ace said coldly, “I have no money.”

All the money he had just earned had gone into this guy’s pocket.

Although, it was indeed money well spent.

Money could be earned anytime.

A top-tier SS-tier weapon, comparable to the Thunderclap Hammer.

Its value was immeasurable in terms of money.

And in this world, only Thor could provide it.

Moreover, the price Mike offered was not only reasonable, it was even quite fair.

“Don’t say it like I’m obsessed with money!”

Mike said righteously, “Even if I am obsessed with money, Cain isn’t.”

Ace was stunned.

He had a point!

“Wait, there’s no way there’s no catch, right?”

It wasn’t that Ace was being overly cautious,

But rather,

After dealing with Thor so much, Ace felt like he would be tricked no matter what.

“Don’t underestimate people, will you?”

Mike patiently explained,

“Did you forget what I wrote in the information I gave you? As your talent grows, the opponents you defeat will also receive some benefits.”

So that was it.

Cain and Mike were good friends. It was normal for Mike to think of Cain first when there was something good.

Ace kept a straight face and snorted coldly,

“I forgot.”

“It’s all the same to me. I just need my talent to grow. I don’t care who my opponent is.”

Hearing Ace’s stubborn words, Mike pondered for a moment and played along,

“Then how about me?”

Ace: “…”

He had fought Mike three times.

Three times, all losses!

Now, with his F-tier talent, he was definitely no match for Mike!

Ignoring Ace, Mike walked out of the lounge and shouted,

“Cain, come here for a sec. Ace wants to beat you up again, with all his might this time!”

Cain: “….”

Well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to getting beaten up every day!