Just call me Thor - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: The Young White Wolf King
After bidding farewell to Anderson and the others, Mike followed the Eye of Truth’s guidance and found a small cottage nestled in a corner.

He knocked on the door, and a haggard woman appeared before him.

“Explorer, I apologize if this is too forward, but… can you help me?”

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes, her voice filled with anxiety.

“Remus has been missing for three days. He’s always been a good boy and never stays out this late. Something must have happened…”

Mike nodded, signaling his willingness to help.

[Find Remus and bring him back to receive a 60% Exploration Rate]

This task was crucial to achieving a 100% Exploration Rate.

However, Mike had noticed something peculiar ever since entering Brookfield Town.

The 30th floor had no faction divisions!

Previously, on the 10th and 20th floors, Mike had achieved an SSSSS rating by obtaining a 100% Exploration Rate with all three factions and receiving the Blessing of Truth.

If the 30th floor had no faction distinctions, how could he possibly achieve an SSSSS rating?

Mike was stumped for the moment. He decided to focus on the task at hand and take things one step at a time.

Listening to the woman’s description, Mike got a general idea of the task.

Remus was a sensible and responsible child. He had gone out of town to cut grass and should have returned before dark.

However, Remus had been gone for three whole days without a trace.

The woman, Remus’s mother, had pleaded with countless people for help, both townsfolk and adventurers, but to no avail.

“Alright, I’ll bring Remus back before nightfall.”

Time on the 30th floor flowed differently than on Earth.

At that moment, Brookfield Town was bathed in the warm glow of a clear, sunny day.

After accepting the task, Mike returned to the street and looked up at the sun.

[Sunglasses mode, activated!]

Mike frowned slightly, sensing something amiss.

“This sun… is a bit much, don’t you think?”

With that thought, Mike summoned two blood clan members from his private space:

Vladimir and Dracula.

The instant Dracula appeared, a wisp of black smoke rose from his head, and he couldn’t help but let out a groan.

Vladimir, on the other hand, remained completely unscathed, his pale skin impervious to the sunlight.

“Stupid Dracula,” Vladimir remarked, “You being a vampire and not even bothering with sunscreen.”

Having served Thor for a time, Vladimir had learned to anticipate danger and take precautions.

His skin was covered in a layer of light-filtering film developed by humans, effectively shielding him from the sun’s harmful rays.

“Really now?” Dracula reached out and casually tore off a small piece of Vladimir’s skin.

Sizzle!

Without the protection of the film, Vladimir’s face instantly blackened, the exposed flesh charred.

“Ugh, that stinks!” Dracula shoved the piece of skin back onto Vladimir’s face, his expression one of disgust.

From Vladimir and Dracula’s reactions, Mike drew a simple conclusion:

“The sun on the 30th floor is extremely potent against vampires.”

This was no coincidence!

Dracula was a genuine prince-level vampire, after all.

An ordinary sun posed no threat to him whatsoever!

“By the way,” Mike said, looking at Vladimir’s blackened face, “I heard some people on the street talking about a monster that appeared outside Brookfield Town. According to their description, it’s silver-white, has red eyes, is incredibly powerful, and resembles a wolf-dog hybrid…”

As Mike spoke, Vladimir’s expression grew serious.

He recalled a certain nemesis of his.

Could it be…?

“Is there a chance that this monster is actually…” Vladimir hesitantly uttered a name, “The White Wolf King?”

Mike was no stranger to that name.

On the 10th floor, there were three factions: humans, werewolves, and the blood clan.

Mike had achieved an SSSSS rating by maxing out the Exploration Rate with all three factions.

And at that time, the strongest among the werewolves was the White Wolf King, whom Vladimir had imprisoned in his dungeon.

Back then, the Eye of Truth had not yet undergone its second awakening and couldn’t glean much from the White Wolf King.

With the Eye of Truth limited, Mike had someone else he could ask.

“Vladimir, tell me about you and the White Wolf King.”

Thor had spoken. Even if he was reluctant, Vladimir had no choice but to comply.

“Well…”

Vladimir glanced at Dracula, who was hiding in the shade, his eyes filled with wariness.

Clearly, he didn’t want Dracula to hear what he was about to say.

Dracula snorted and, under their watchful gazes, deliberately stepped into the sunlight, allowing his body to be consumed by the rays.

“Dracula!!” Vladimir exclaimed in exasperation, “Master, he’s doing this on purpose! Every time Dracula resurrects, it costs a tremendous amount of prince blood. It’s a waste, a shameful crime!”

Mike remained unmoved by Vladimir’s accusations. “Continue with the White Wolf King.”

“As you can see, your humble servant’s memory is a little fuzzy.”

Vladimir chuckled awkwardly. “After the River of Blood riot ended, I awoke from the darkness. It took me many years to piece together my memories.

The White Wolf King… he’s been imprisoned beneath Mistveil Castle ever since I awoke.”

Mike deduced, “So, you two have a history, and you suppressed him?”

“No.”

Vladimir shook his head, his expression puzzled.

“You may not be aware of this, but the White Wolf King’s true strength… it’s terrifying. Werewolves don’t have Supreme Beings, or as you calls them, those who have reached level 1000. The White Wolf King… he’s a potential Supreme Being for the werewolves.”

The White Wolf King was that strong?!

No wonder Mike had felt an instant Affinity with him upon their first encounter!

Potential Supreme Beings from different races were naturally drawn to each other!

Vladimir added, “At his peak, the White Wolf King could rival the Blood Ancestor of his time. Of course, he was still inferior to the Blood Ancestor, who actually attempted to break through to level 1000. The White Wolf King, at his strongest, only reached level 989.”

As a member of the blood clan, Vladimir naturally harbored no goodwill toward werewolves.

Even though the White Wolf King was powerful, he still couldn’t resist belittling him.

From what Mike knew, the barrier at level 989 was incredibly difficult to overcome, especially for those with immense power.

In other words, in terms of potential alone, the White Wolf King should have surpassed the Blood Ancestor.

However, for the sake of the blood clan’s pride, Vladimir deliberately omitted this detail.

If that was the case…

Mike frowned, equally puzzled.

“Then how did you manage to imprison him?”

How could such a powerful being like the White Wolf King be held captive in Mistveil Castle by a mere vampire?

Taking a deep breath, Vladimir composed himself and explained with a smile,

“I never believed that I was the one who suppressed him. That Mistveil Castle… it might have been a gift from some powerful being, perhaps not even built by me. Moreover, I once tested the White Wolf King, gave him a chance to escape the castle, but he chose to remain in the dungeon…”

Mike knew the rest of the story better than Vladimir.

Over the past three hundred years, Mistveil Castle had welcomed four significant visitors:

Morpheus, Ares, Apollo, and Thor.

Each of them had acted in unexpected ways.

In the end, even Mistveil Castle itself had been moved by Mike into his private space.

Mike now had a basic understanding of the White Wolf King’s strength and potential.

He continued to inquire, “What about his origins?”

Where did the White Wolf King come from?

Mike was more concerned about his background, hoping to uncover some secrets.

Vladimir shook his head. “No one knows for sure. Legend has it he came from a desolate land, a wolf of the eclipse.”

After hearing about the White Wolf King’s past, Mike’s thoughts began to clear. “So, our top priority isn’t finding Remus, but finding the White Wolf King! If he’s truly on this floor, finding him might unravel many mysteries!”

With a clear goal in mind, Mike sprang into action.

He and Vladimir left Brookfield Town, heading towards the wilderness where the White Wolf King had reportedly been sighted.

It was noon on the 30th floor, and the scorching sun had many participants drenched in sweat.

Mike, constantly resisting the Endless Infernal Fire, found the temperature to be a mere trifle.

Looking at the vast wilderness, Mike frowned slightly.

“There’s grass to cut here?”

“Remus came all this way just to cut grass?”

Strange as it seemed, Mike and Vladimir pressed on, their pace swift as they began a wide-ranging search for any sign of the White Wolf King.

[Beep—]

[Eye of Truth has detected the target’s presence. Pinpointing location!]

Excellent, Mike nodded to himself, silently praising the Eye of Truth.

[Continue straight ahead for 15 miles…]

[Target is moving at high speed…]

[Turn left and proceed east for 63 miles…]

Across the wilderness, several figures began a chase.

The White Wolf King was in the lead, with Mike and Vladimir in hot pursuit.

With the Eye of Truth’s guidance, Mike quickly cornered the White Wolf King.

A gigantic wolf, standing 12 feet tall with bristling white fur and a ferocious expression, glared at Mike.

“Get lost!”

The white wolf snarled, baring its fangs. “I don’t want to kill, so don’t push me!”

Mike raised an eyebrow. They hadn’t seen each other for a couple of weeks, and the White Wolf King had developed quite the attitude.

But he was certain that the monster before him was indeed the White Wolf King.

The problem was… he didn’t seem to recognize him?

Had he lost his memory again?

Mike drew his Thunderclap Hammer, ready to help him jog his memory with a good knock on the head.

Just as the White Wolf King and Mike faced off, countless bats suddenly surged from the depths of the wilderness!

“Blood clan forbidden spell: Bind!”

The bats transformed into shadows, entwining the White Wolf King’s limbs and pinning him to the ground.

Simultaneously, a barrage of blood clan curses rained down, weakening him to his limit.

Mike lowered his Thunderclap Hammer.

“This White Wolf King… he’s a little too weak, don’t you think? You took care of him before I even had to lift a finger.”

Mike stared at the immobilized White Wolf King, a sense of unease creeping in.

“Wait a minute…”

Mike examined him closely and noticed that the White Wolf King’s fur was smooth and sleek, almost youthful in its appearance.

His expression shifted as a dreadful thought occurred to him.