Just call me Thor - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: May you always have a bright moon in your heart
Outside the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth,

As Mike and the others reeled in astonishment, Maxen retracted his flail and let out a yawn. He quickly realized he wasn’t in the Wolf’s Den anymore, but outside the ninety-ninth floor, at Apollo’s doorstep!

Immediately composing himself, he assumed a solemn expression and spoke respectfully towards the tower, “Thor lives.”

Apollo’s voice emanated from within, “I’m aware.”

He knew. Everything that transpired on the thirtieth floor unfolded under Apollo’s watchful gaze.

Maxen scratched his head, unsure of what to say next.

Should he ask Apollo, “Sir, are you in need of a son? Two Supreme Beings have already become my godfathers, you’re the only one left.”

He couldn’t possibly say something like that!

To Maxen’s surprise, before he could utter a word, Apollo spoke again. “Have all the arrangements been made?”

Maxen nodded hastily. “Everything is in order, just as you instructed!”

Humanity currently had three generations of Supreme Beings, but Apollo reigned supreme.

His words were absolute, to be followed and executed with unwavering loyalty.

Unbeknownst to Mike, the moment he stepped foot on the thirtieth floor, an order from Foreskin spread like wildfire among the highest-ranking individuals.

The order was simple: Prepare for war.

At this very moment, all of humanity’s strongest warriors were mobilized, standing ready at the front lines!

Even though a major battle had just concluded recently, with many corps still recuperating, they were all summoned to the front lines without a single complaint.

The reason was simple.

This was the first command issued by Apollo after taking his place on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth.

Of course, in the past, a certain shameless old fellow ranked ninth had tried to flex his power, issuing commands in the name of the Supreme Being Apollo.

Everyone actually understood this, but nobody really pointed it out. Because aside from not being as powerful as a supreme being, Shadow Nine was also a person worthy of respect.

This time, however, even Foreskin was in the dark about Apollo’s intentions!

Or rather… with the exception of Shadow Nine, no one could fathom what Apollo was planning.

Maxen himself had been summoned here by Apollo.

He initially assumed he was meant to act as a messenger or something along those lines.

Now, it seemed he was mistaken.

Apollo spoke again, explaining, “After conquering the thirtieth floor, Thor will have an opportunity to leave.”

Maxen: ???

What was that supposed to mean?

Leave? Where to?

To that place reserved for those who reached level 1000?

Countless questions swirled in Maxen’s mind, but before he could voice them,

Apollo continued, “If Thor chooses to leave, I will open the Supreme Abyssal, rescue my instructor, and return your father’s body to you.”

Maxen remained silent, his right fist clenching tightly as he listened to Apollo’s words.

“Open the Supreme Abyssal.” Apollo uttered those words with such ease, but only the strongest of humanity understood the weight they carried.

Countless lives had been lost to the Supreme Abyssal, countless souls laid to rest in unmarked graves far from home.

Apollo went on, “During my final battle with the Supreme Demon God, everything beyond the second, fifth, ninth, and thirteenth abysses will be eradicated.”

“Understood.”

Apollo didn’t specify how it would be done.

But the mere fact that he had spoken those words…

No one doubted his ability to carry them out.

With that, Apollo fell silent once more.

Clearly, he had nothing more to say.

He had said his piece, and now an awkward silence hung in the air.

Maxen felt compelled to break the tension. “Excuse me… may I ask, if Thor chooses to leave…”

He stammered, struggling to find the right words.

Apollo countered with a question of his own, “Are you asking if Thor’s life would be in danger?”

Maxen nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, exactly! It’s just… it feels wrong to force him to stay, but if he just… leaves like that, it’s… disappointing, you know?”

There was one thing Maxen left unsaid.

He didn’t believe Thor would disappoint him.

Thor wouldn’t leave.

Addressing Maxen’s unspoken question, Apollo replied, “If Thor chooses to leave, he will undoubtedly die.”

Maxen chuckled. “Well, that settles it then.”

Knowing Thor as he did, the kid would never choose to leave! His own safety always came first.

However, Apollo’s next words wiped the smile off Maxen’s face. “And if Thor chooses to stay, he will also undoubtedly die.”

Maxen: …

What the fuck?

Was Thor cursed or something? No matter what he chose, he was destined to die?

In Apollo’s eyes, whether Thor chose to stay or leave, death awaited him either way.

Maxen could almost hear his own father’s words echoing in his ears, “Perhaps… that is the fate of a Supreme Being.”

Maxen lowered his gaze, his jaw clenched tight, blood oozing from his tightly clenched fist.

Fuck fate!

…

Back on the thirtieth floor, Mike stared at the spot where the flail had vanished, his expression grave.

“Maxen’s with Apollo?”

For a brief moment, he had caught a glimpse of a familiar background.

Maxen was definitely on the ninety-ninth floor, he was sure of it!

What was Maxen doing with Apollo?

A sense of unease settled in Mike’s gut. “Something’s wrong out there, isn’t it?”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

As long as humanity still had its Supreme Beings, there was no need to panic.

His immediate priority was to conquer the 30th level with an SSSSS-rank score and break this cycle.

As for everything else, he trust Apollo to handle it.

Turning to Dracula’s son, Mike asked, “What was that prophecy again?”

The 500-pound vampire quickly recited,

“To break the cycle… journey east… dog devours the sun…”

“When the moon is high… and the town empty… the cycle can be broken…”

The sun had been devoured.

But what about the moon?!

Mike glanced back at the White Wolf King and the little White Wolf.

Cerberus and the Chaos Claw Tiger, their bellies full to bursting, had retreated into Nightmare’s Breeze to digest their recent feast.

The White Wolf King’s silver fur now shimmered with a golden hue.

The dog had devoured the sun, plunging the land into darkness.

The White Wolf King felt a primal urge rising within him.

He stood atop a small hill, raising his head to the sky and letting out a long, drawn-out howl.

“Awoo—”

His howl, filled with raw power, echoed across the land.

The little White Wolf pup beside him joined in, adding its own voice to the chorus.

“Awoo—”

Their howls reached the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.

A wolf spirit emerged from the valley, standing at its peak and answering the call.

“Awoo—”

More and more wolf spirits appeared, their howls growing louder and more numerous.

Mike raised an eyebrow.

Were they trying to summon the moon with their howls?

Could the moon be forced to show up if it didn’t feel like it?

They couldn’t just… create a moon, could they?

As this thought crossed his mind, Mike froze.

He had seen a sea on the twentieth floor – the Sea of Life.

A sea that Morpheus, wielding the complete [Supreme Mark], had brought into existence with his [Dream Come True] ability!

“White Wolf King,” Mike asked urgently, “what did you and Morpheus talk about back then?”

The White Wolf King blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“We talked about our dreams. I told him I wished for a moon that could…”

His words abruptly cut off!

The sword wound on his chest erupted with countless strands of sword energy!

This energy surged towards the Thunderclap Hammer at Mike’s waist.

As the energy faded, the scar on the White Wolf King’s chest vanished, revealing what lay beneath.

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A… rather crudely drawn heart!

Hidden beneath the scar all this time, unnoticed by all.

A silvery-white heart emerged from the White Wolf King’s chest!

“Thump—”

Its beat seemed to resonate with the world itself, merging with the thirtieth floor of the Tower of Truth.

As the silvery-white heart rose higher, it grew larger and larger.

And then, as the howls of over thirty thousand white wolves reached a fever pitch, a white light illuminated the sky.

A full moon, hanging high above!

Mike stared up at the moon, murmuring, “Well, that’s… something else.”

The moon wasn’t round. It was a misshapen heart.

Gazing at the moon above, the White Wolf King recalled Morpheus’ final words to him,

“May you always have a bright moon in your heart and your dreams come true.”