Just call me Thor - Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Is that surprising?
On the snowy mountain, an old man and a young man were climbing steadily.

Ace, still bleeding slowly from his entire body, looked utterly terrifying.

Thanks to Calderon’s earlier antics, Ace had been thoroughly screwed over.

The only good news was that he was now completely free of any connection to Calderon.

Even his talent, Near-Death Power Up, was no longer usable.

Worse still, Ace had to climb the mountain with Shadow Nine.

Fortunately, this snowy mountain was highly unusual. Under its unique rules, everyone was reduced to the level of an ordinary person.

At least Ace wasn’t slowing Shadow Nine down.

As they climbed, Shadow Nine suddenly stopped, his expression tense as he scanned the surroundings like a cornered beast.

Ace, sensing the shift, grew nervous and whispered,

“What’s wrong?”

Shadow Nine replied seriously,

“Do you feel it? Ever since a moment ago, it’s like… someone’s been watching us.”

Ace: ???

“You mean the one deep inside?”

It wasn’t unusual for the Supreme Demon God to be watching them.

Shadow Nine shook his head.

“No, it’s not the Supreme Demon God.”

He didn’t elaborate further.

Whoever it was, their gaze carried no malice, so Shadow Nine decided not to dwell on it.

The priority now was to reach the summit.

Turning back to Ace, he barked,

“Climb faster!”

Ace: …

—

Earth, at a rehabilitation center.

White Dog had managed to find Shadow Three, who happened to be passing by, and enlisted his help to bring the injured back to Earth.

Though they were back, it was hard to say they were “safe and sound.”

Terenas had suffered the least damage. His involvement in the recent events had been minimal—he’d only needed to push Michael forward.

Michael, however, was now slumped over Cerberus’s back, completely motionless.

He was, for all intents and purposes, done for.

For the next twenty years, he had no hope of breaking through to Ultimate Lord.

Not that it mattered much—Michael had never had much hope of breaking through in the first place.

As for Calderon, the once-invincible master of the “punch technique,” he now had empty sleeves that swayed in the wind, a shadow of his former self.

Trying to withstand the Gate of Truth had been beyond his capabilities.

This was the price he had to pay.

The fact that he’d managed to survive at all was already a miracle.

After a brief period of treatment, Calderon was soon back to his usual self—energetic and lively.

The injuries that could be healed had already been dealt with.

The ones that couldn’t be healed… no amount of time would make a difference.

Even a Supreme Being couldn’t fix the damage Calderon had sustained.

Unless the fifth-generation potential Supreme Being turned out to be a master healer, Calderon’s condition was permanent.

And with the looming battle between Apollo and the Supreme Demon God, every ounce of strength was precious.

Wasting resources on Calderon would be… well, a waste.

The researchers at the rehabilitation center had suggested creating a set of prosthetic arms for Calderon. These would not only function like normal arms but could even enhance his combat abilities.

But Calderon, with his limited literary skills and stubborn pride, couldn’t appreciate their good intentions.

To him, his empty sleeves were his final elegy.

Compared to Cedric, however, Calderon’s situation was far better.

Cedric had forcibly unleashed his strongest move, and the price he paid was unimaginable.

His SS-level talent was completely destroyed.

Barring a miracle, he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

The only silver lining was that his Double Pupils were gone. The eerie, cataract-like appearance of his eyes had vanished, making him look less unsettling than before.

Thus, the rehabilitation center became home to a peculiar sight:

A white-haired patient sat motionless in a wheelchair.

Behind him, an armless old man used his feet to kick the wheelchair forward, all the while cursing loudly and spewing insults.

Trailing behind them was a White Dog.

If anyone else dared to behave like this, the staff would have intervened long ago.

But with these two?

No one dared to stop them.

After all, who in humanity would dare to meddle with these two?

The only ones who could rein them in were the Supreme Beings.

And besides, if Calderon was kicking Cedric’s wheelchair and Cedric wasn’t complaining, who were they to interfere?

Cedric, temporarily unable to speak: …

—

Outside the Tower of Truth, on the ninety-ninth floor.

After losing track of Thor, Maxen was feeling uneasy.

Apollo had returned to the Tower of Truth, proving that no matter where one wandered, home was always home.

Apollo seemed perfectly content living on the ninety-ninth floor and had no plans to move.

It was indeed peaceful here.

Maxen sat in a chair for most of the day, not even spotting a single bird. He couldn’t help but yawn.

With his Second Godfather ascended, the greatest crisis had been averted.

Maxen had thought this was a happy ending for everyone.

Who would have guessed that Thor would head to the Supreme Abyssal?

What was Thor planning?

Maxen didn’t know.

But he did know one thing: for humanity to survive the next hundred years peacefully, Thor was essential.

Thor hadn’t even asked about his survival rate before charging into the Supreme Abyssal.

Maxen couldn’t help but feel that White Dog’s presence had been suppressing Thor’s potential.

Still, from his previous encounters with Thor, Maxen had a clear sense of one thing:

Thor was likely incredibly powerful.

Even in the Supreme Abyssal, Thor should be able to protect himself.

Suddenly, Maxen had a strange realization.

He might now be the most powerful human below the Supreme Beings.

But instead of feeling proud, he felt… empty.

Maxen sighed.

“When will my Second Godfather come back?”

Apollo, sitting nearby, suddenly spoke.

“Not within a hundred years.”

A hundred years…

Maxen started calculating on his fingers.

That was a hundred years of not having to give his Second Godfather any money…

Huh—

Things were looking up?!

—

The mortal realm was still boring.

Apollo had already figured out the hardest question, and he was satisfied.

There wasn’t much left he wanted to do.

As he watched a white cloud drift across the sky, Apollo reflected on all the things he’d done.

He’d accomplished many things befitting a Supreme Being of humanity.

What was left?

One by one, he thought through the possibilities.

After a moment, Apollo found his answer.

He turned to Maxen, who was still sitting in his chair, and asked casually,

“Maxen, how about becoming my godson?”

…Huh?

Even Maxen, a self-proclaimed godson professional, was momentarily stunned.

He had fantasized about the day he might become Apollo’s godson, completing the trifecta of having three Supreme Godfathers.

But… he’d never imagined it would happen so suddenly.

He wasn’t ready!

After a moment of hesitation, Maxen didn’t immediately agree.

Apollo was known as the most eccentric of the Supreme Beings. Accepting him as a Godfather required careful consideration.

But Maxen also knew that if he missed this opportunity, it might never come again.

After a long silence, Maxen asked a new question.

“After your battle with the Supreme Demon God… will you survive?”

In a way, Maxen felt he was rather unlucky.

His Supreme Godfathers didn’t exactly have the best quality of life…

He didn’t want to bring bad luck to Apollo.

This question wasn’t difficult. Apollo didn’t even need to calculate.

“I will.”

Maxen, who had been preparing himself emotionally, was caught off guard.

“…Huh?”

This wasn’t the answer he’d expected.

Shouldn’t Apollo have said he was destined to die?

Apollo found Maxen’s reaction strange.

“Is that surprising?”

If Supreme Being Ares could survive, why couldn’t Apollo?

Among the three Supreme Beings, Ares was undoubtedly the strongest in terms of raw killing power.

When Thor eventually became a Supreme Being, he might surpass Ares in destructive capability. But for now, Ares held the title.

However, when it came to survival, Ares only had Fate’s Reversal to extend his life once.

How could that compare to Apollo?

If Apollo wanted to live, there was no force in existence that could kill him.

A battle to the death with the Supreme Demon God meant sacrificing all his power and going all out.

At the end of such a battle, there was a chance of death—but also a chance of survival.

For example: Ares.

In other words, starting with Ares, every human Supreme Being had a chance to survive a fight with the Supreme Demon God.

They would be left in a near-death state, and whether they could recover depended on other factors.

But for Apollo, as long as there was a chance, he would succeed.

He wouldn’t die.

The Supreme Demon God, however, would eventually perish.

Hearing this, the gloom in Maxen’s heart lifted slightly.

He immediately changed his tone and said,

“Godfather, I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, but I can’t quite grasp the final layer. I can’t create the strongest swordsmanship skill…”

Having just accepted Apollo as his Godfather, Maxen wasted no time in seeking guidance.

This was second nature to him.

Apollo, ever precise, corrected him.

“It’s Third Godfather.”

Maxen quickly adjusted.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, Third Godfather!”

After chatting with Maxen for a while, Apollo decided it was time to head out again.

There were still things to be done.

Leaving the Tower of Truth, he first went to the Forest of Truth.

There, Violet was crouched on the ground, seriously discussing with Shadow One whether she should challenge Shadow Two or Shadow Three.

A middle-aged man appeared in the distance.

Shadow One’s expression froze for a moment before returning to normal.

The ordinary-looking man walked over casually and asked,

“Got a moment?”

Violet, caught up in her conversation with Shadow One, exclaimed in surprise when she saw Apollo.

“Senior? How did you get into the Forest of Truth? Oh, right, you’re at least a Nine-Star Lord…”

Shadow One: …

Apollo had asked Violet if she had time.

After exchanging pleasantries, Violet replied earnestly,

“Senior, just give me a moment. I’m almost done talking with Shadow One!”

Shadow One, struggling to maintain her composure, decided to end the conversation quickly.

“Shadow Three is a Primordial Demon God. At his peak, his combat power is on par with mine. Shadow Two is… special. Only a Supreme Being can kill him.”

Violet: ???

Something wasn’t adding up.

She’d thought Shadow Two and Shadow Three were just ordinary Nine-Star Lords, maybe with quasi-Ultimate Lord combat power at most.

Before Violet could process this, Shadow One disappeared.

Left in a daze, Violet turned to her “senior” and asked blankly,

“Senior, what’s up?”

Apollo pointed to the blade at Violet’s waist.

Violet had once wanted to challenge her senior. At the time, Apollo had said he was too busy.

Now, Apollo had time.

Violet’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded eagerly.

“Sure!”

She placed her hand on the hilt of her blade.

Shadow Nine had once taught Apollo that the moment an enemy placed their hand on their weapon, it was fair game to attack—it wouldn’t count as a sneak attack.

So, Apollo struck.

A flash of blade light appeared before Violet’s eyes.

She “died.”

Thanks to Guardian Shadow, Violet was resurrected.

But she was left shaken, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

The terrifying blade strike replayed in her mind over and over.

Helplessness. Despair.

No matter how she analyzed it, she couldn’t find a way to survive that strike.

It was an unbeatable blade.

After a long period of contemplation, Violet came to a reliable conclusion:

Her senior was at least an Ultimate Lord!

That day.

Apollo remained on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth.

Even without looking, he could sense everything clearly.

As if sensing something, Apollo calculated with his fingers.

After a moment, he lowered his hand and nodded slightly.

His voice drifted on the wind as he spoke calmly,

“Today is a good day for a final showdown.”