Just call me Thor - Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Thor is missing
As expected, the Second Demon God ascended.

He finally achieved his long-desired ascension.

Along with him went the Archdemon and the Eighth Demon God.

Three demon gods, sent as “experience fodder,” were more than enough for Ares to regain his strength.

According to Apollo’s calculations, Ares should have a chance to return before the Apocalypse.

But those matters were no longer Apollo’s concern.

He only did what he needed to do.

In the Ninth Abyss.

The Ninth Demon God, trembling with fear, followed behind a man wearing a crown.

“Fifth bro, they’ve gone to…”

The Fifth Demon God sneered.

“They’ll wish they were dead.”

As he spoke, the Fifth Demon God casually tossed a piece of cream cake into his mouth, swallowing it whole without even chewing.

“A bunch of idiots. Do they really think the Heavenly Realm is some kind of paradise? If it were, why wouldn’t I go?

I’ve been seeking death for so long. If the Heavenly Realm truly posed a risk of annihilation, humanity wouldn’t have stopped me from going.

It’s such a simple truth, yet they can’t figure it out. Idiots. They deserve to die.”

In a way, the Fifth Demon God was a reliable indicator.

Following him usually meant survival.

The Ninth Demon God, still shaken, couldn’t stop thinking about how close he had come to being sent to the Heavenly Realm.

Thor’s intervention had saved him, but the Ninth Demon God couldn’t shake his fear.

What if this event completely changed the balance between the two races?

Summoning his courage, the Ninth Demon God asked,

“Fifth bro, isn’t it true that there’s no death in the Heavenly Realm?”

If that were the case, then even with Ares in the Heavenly Realm, those demon gods wouldn’t suffer too much.

“No death?”

The Fifth Demon God laughed.

“The Source of the World fled the Heavenly Realm long ago. The Heavenly Realm… is nothing like what you imagine. If it were, why didn’t that idiot go to the Heavenly Realm back then? Why did he insist on staying in this world?”

The Ninth Demon God forced a smile.

“Fifth bro, you sure know a lot…”

The Fifth Demon God’s expression suddenly changed. He clutched his head with both hands and screamed,

“How would I know these things… it hurts… ah! I’ll kill everyone!”

His eyes turned blood-red as he began attacking everything around him in a frenzy.

The Ninth Demon God: …

—

In the void.

Maxen stood frozen, his mind filled with question marks.

Where’s Thor?

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save me!”

Though there shouldn’t have been sound in the void, logic had long since been thrown out the window.

The voice was unmistakable—it was Calderon, sending his “telepathic telegram.”

Covered in blood, Calderon grinned as he looked at Cedric, whose unyielding spirit had completely shattered.

“I could beat ten of you.”

The two had been rivals their entire lives, and now they were both wrecks.

Even as a wreck, Calderon was still a madman.

And as everyone knew, when two people were evenly matched, the one who was insane always had the upper hand.

Lying on a stretcher, Cedric suddenly spoke.

“Stuff his mouth.”

At this point, Calderon’s mouth was the only part of him still functioning properly.

If they stuffed his mouth, he’d truly be helpless.

Maxen hesitated. These were his father’s old friends, and they had all ended up like this for the sake of his Second Godfather, Ares.

While the outcome was good—Ares had been saved—the aftermath was a complete mess.

Maxen pulled out a roll of gauze and said seriously,

“Calderon, severe injuries can cause convulsions and tongue-biting. This is purely for medical reasons, with no personal grudges or ulterior motives involved.”

With that, he stuffed the gauze into Calderon’s mouth.

Calderon: …

With his mouth now gagged, Calderon glared at Cedric with murderous intent.

The message in his eyes was clear: If I might bite my tongue and die, what about you?

Cedric replied calmly,

“No problem. My jaw’s broken. I can’t bite down.”

Calderon: …

Bang—

A sharp sound echoed as Calderon spat out the gauze.

His jaw was now broken too.

Maxen exploded.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?! Do you think this is the time to mess around? Are you both three-hundred-year-old babies?!”

While tending to the injured, Maxen couldn’t stop worrying about something else.

“Where’s Thor?!”

He grabbed White Dog and shook it violently, demanding,

“Where’s Thor?!”

White Dog was just as clueless.

“I don’t know!”

Maxen was even more confused.

“Aren’t you Thor’s SSS-level talent? The so-called all-knowing Eye of Truth?”

White Dog retorted,

“Wasn’t Thor with you?”

Maxen shook his head.

“I don’t know when he disappeared. It was around the time my Second Godfather ascended. Everyone was watching the ascension, and then Thor was just… gone.”

Thor couldn’t have gone to the Heavenly Realm.

He’d had multiple opportunities to ascend in the past. All he had to do was nod, and he could have gone to the Heavenly Realm effortlessly.

If not the Heavenly Realm… then where?

“Crap!”

Maxen suddenly realized something.

Could Thor have gone to the Supreme Abyssal?!

White Dog seemed to reach the same conclusion and immediately barked,

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Maxen frowned.

“Why not?”

White Dog replied confidently,

“He didn’t ask me about his survival rate!”

Maxen: …

That… actually made sense.

But Thor was missing, and even White Dog didn’t know where he was.

If the SSS-level talent couldn’t connect to its master, then aside from the Heavenly Realm, the only other possibility was the Supreme Abyssal.

Maxen swallowed hard and asked a chilling question,

“What if… Thor doesn’t care about his survival rate?”

Both Maxen and White Dog fell silent.

Thor had really gone to the Supreme Abyssal.

How could he dare?!

Maxen glanced back at the scene behind him.

The severely injured Calderon, Cedric, and Terenas…

Three of humanity’s top combatants, all critically wounded.

It was precisely because of this lack of Ultimate Lords that Apollo had sent the demon gods away to ease humanity’s burden.

“No, I’m going to find Apollo. You find a passing demon god and have them take these guys back to Earth…”

With that, Maxen disappeared into the distance.

White Dog: …

Do you even hear yourself?

Three or four injured humans, two of whom were once among the most powerful beings.

And you want me to find a demon god to escort them back?

Maxen was already gone.

Left with no choice, White Dog teamed up with Cerberus, each grabbing a wounded person, and began the arduous journey through the void.

—

Outside the Tower of Truth.

Maxen found Apollo.

The Realm Walker had wandered far and wide, but Apollo still preferred the ninety-ninth floor.

It was quiet.

Standing outside the door, Maxen said in a low voice,

“Supreme Being Apollo… Thor is missing.”

From inside, Apollo replied calmly,

“Knock first.”

Maxen: …

If Apollo was this calm, it probably meant the situation wasn’t urgent.

Or maybe panicking wouldn’t help.

After knocking, Maxen entered the ninety-ninth floor. It was his first time here, and everything felt unfamiliar.

Apollo gestured to a chair.

“Sit.”

Maxen sat down and began explaining.

“Thor is missing. We suspect he went to the Supreme Abyssal, but we don’t know what he’s planning…”

That was all he knew.

After listening, Apollo nodded slightly.

“Understood.”

A moment later, a butterfly flew out of the Tower of Truth, heading into the distance.

Supreme Abyssal, the snowy mountain.

When the Supreme Demon God went after Ares, all his attention was focused on him.

It was the only way he had a chance of stopping Ares.

Of course, even with all his effort, he still failed.

Because the one who intervened was Apollo.

Apollo couldn’t single-handedly kill the Supreme Demon God. That required the combined efforts of nine generations of Supreme Beings.

But in other areas, humanity’s Supreme Beings could hold their own against the Supreme Demon God—and even surpass him.

The Supreme Demon God couldn’t fully control the Truth Source. Instead, he was more like its puppet or slave.

In contrast, humanity’s Supreme Beings stood above the fragments of the Truth Source, as masters of their power.

A slave to power could never defeat its master.

The Supreme Demon God didn’t notice the figure that had rushed into the Supreme Abyssal at incredible speed, diving into the snowy mountain and burying itself there.

A phantom butterfly landed gently on a snowflake.

The butterfly looked ahead.

Beneath the snow, a pair of bright, mischievous eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings.

The figure held its breath, suppressing its aura to near nonexistence.

This snowy mountain, originating from the Heavenly Realm, was guarded by the remnants of Morpheus’s soul.

It didn’t belong to the Supreme Abyssal.

The Supreme Demon God couldn’t interfere with the mountain and could only probe it from afar with his aura.

For a quasi-Supreme Being to hide here, the odds of success weren’t small.

But… this was still the Supreme Demon God.

That’s why the butterfly had come.

The figure buried in the snow saw the butterfly and its eyes lit up with joy.

Then, cautiously, it whispered,

“Shh!”