Just call me Thor - Chapter 612

Chapter 612: I believe in your guess
Shadow Nine was nearing the summit of the snowy mountain.

Both the Supreme Demon God and Apollo had made their final preparations for the ultimate battle.

This was not something to be taken lightly.

Before the decisive moment, Apollo decided to take one last walk through the mortal realm.

There were still things he couldn’t let go of.

Apollo’s first stop was the Forest of Truth.

This time, however, he didn’t seek out Violet.

Instead, he found Shadow One and casually said,

“Violet isn’t dead. Perhaps in a hundred years, she’ll break through her barriers and have a chance to become an Ultimate Lord.”

Shadow One froze, unsure why Apollo was suddenly telling her this.

Then her expression changed drastically as realization dawned. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Without another word, Apollo turned and left.

After leaving the Forest of Truth, Apollo continued his leisurely walk.

Maxen, his newly minted godson, stayed close by his side, unwilling to leave him for even a moment.

The two soon arrived at a cake shop, where they found two familiar figures hard at work.

Michael, his injuries slightly improved, was back to his old ways—smashing walls with James.

The Happy Times Bakery had been renovated and demolished so many times that it was hard to keep track.

Apollo looked at his only disciple and said seriously,

“You won’t become an Ultimate Lord within the next twenty years.”

Michael froze for a moment, then broke into a wide grin.

If he couldn’t become an Ultimate Lord in the next twenty years, that meant he could after twenty years!

For someone like Michael, who had lived a life of hardship and struggle, this was a light at the end of the tunnel.

He had truly given his all for humanity.

Michael had even died for humanity.

With Apollo’s words, even if Apollo never taught him anything else, Michael would still consider him his true master.

Having turned over a new leaf, Michael now had the chance to grow even stronger. He had no regrets left in this life.

Apollo’s gaze shifted to James, who was standing beside Michael.

After a long pause, Apollo shook his head and said,

“My disciple isn’t as good as your disciple.”

Michael: ???

He felt both flattered and insulted at the same time.

Was Apollo saying that James had the potential to surpass him?

After delivering this cryptic remark, Apollo turned and left with Maxen.

James, left utterly confused, turned to Michael and asked,

“Instructor Michael, who is your instructor?”

Michael hesitated for a moment before replying,

“When your strength surpasses mine, I’ll tell you.”

As Apollo disappeared into the distance, Michael looked after him with gratitude in his heart.

He silently asked himself,

“Will my instructor… come back?”

Sighing, Michael decided to focus on something more practical.

Like changing his pants.

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Apollo and Maxen wandered through Florida.

They stopped by Cain, and Apollo told him that he had tried everything Cain had suggested.

None of it worked.

Cain, embarrassed and at a loss for words, apologized profusely.

Fortunately, Apollo didn’t linger, sparing Cain further awkwardness.

Apollo then visited the Abyss.

He didn’t do anything, but every demon god there spontaneously swore upon their source never to invade human territory again.

The oppressive presence of a human Supreme Being was undeniable.

Following Apollo around, Maxen finally understood what true boring looked like.

Most of the things Apollo wanted to do, he could accomplish effortlessly.

He didn’t even need to lift a finger.

Sometimes, Apollo would chat with random passersby.

Sometimes, he would walk among the clouds, keeping pace with airplanes.

Sometimes…

Sometimes, he would stop in front of a burger joint and buy two burgers.

He didn’t pay for them—he had a godson now, so Maxen paid.

He didn’t eat the burgers either—they were for Maxen.

As Maxen ate the burgers he had paid for, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

But at least he had burgers to eat.

After wandering for a while, they returned to the Tower of Truth.

Apollo didn’t belong in the mortal realm.

He sat on the ninety-ninth floor for a while, just as he had for the past hundred years.

He still preferred sitting here, watching the mortal realm.

It was boring.

After a short time, Apollo left again, this time to visit Professor Gregory.

Gregory didn’t say much. He just sighed heavily, his face full of worry.

Humanity’s situation had never been better.

Yet the wrinkles on Gregory’s face only deepened.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Apollo asked twice if humanity wanted to use their final chance to perform divination.

Gregory shook his head and refused.

Apollo’s power was too precious to waste.

Humanity’s leadership had never been foolish when it came to major decisions.

Apollo had already done more than enough for humanity.

Only those who had lived through the Blood War could truly understand how precious peace and stability were.

Gregory wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he found he couldn’t speak.

At times like this, it felt like saying anything would be too much.

Perhaps saying nothing was the best farewell.

Apollo nodded and said casually,

“I’m going to pick up my instructor.”

With that, he left the Tower of Truth.

Maxen accompanied Apollo as they floated above the mortal realm, carried by Arcane Vitality.

They looked down at the mortal realm, at humanity’s vast and beautiful lands, at the millions of flickering lights, at the countless lives being born, growing old, falling ill, and dying, at their joys and sorrows.

It was ordinary, yet extraordinary.

Humanity supported one another.

Humanity stood on its own two feet.

The mortal realm was a space filled with ordinary people.

Such a thing was, indeed, boring.

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Supreme Abyssal.

Today, it was unusually quiet.

Too quiet.

The old man and the young man climbing the snowy mountain were no longer visible.

Buried in the snow, Mike calculated the time. Shadow Nine should be reaching the summit soon.

Was it time?

As Mike pondered this, the butterfly phantom appeared before him once more.

The butterfly silently watched him, saying nothing.

Mike knew what it wanted.

He hesitated for a moment before asking softly,

“Will he survive?”

The butterfly didn’t answer.

Mike continued,

“Please tell Apollo… survival is the only way to kill the Supreme Demon God.”

Mike already had a plan for dealing with the Supreme Demon God.

But there were still a few uncertainties.

Apollo had to survive.

Mike had to survive.

The fifth-generation potential Supreme Being had to be brave enough.

And Nathan had to be resurrected.

These four conditions were non-negotiable.

Mike was confident in his own survival—100%.

Apollo’s survival was also highly likely.

Nathan’s resurrection… shouldn’t be an issue.

The biggest uncertainty was the fifth-generation potential Supreme Being.

What if they turned out to be a coward?

Three hundred years of effort would go to waste.

Mike had to consider this possibility.

After a moment of hesitation, the butterfly flapped its wings, signaling its agreement.

Mike then untied the ribbons on his arm and handed them over.

[Supreme Mark: Crest]

To fight the Supreme Demon God, Apollo needed to gather all the Supreme Marks to reach his peak combat power.

This would be the ultimate battle, leaving no room for regrets.

The butterfly took the ribbons and flew away.

Outside the Supreme Abyssal.

Apollo and Maxen stood in the void.

“This is as far as you go,” Apollo said.

Maxen stopped, feeling unusually uneasy. He didn’t know what to say.

He had fantasized countless times about collecting all three Supreme Godfathers.

But Maxen hadn’t collected them just to send them to their deaths, let alone to mourn them every year.

If fewer people could die, if fewer Godfathers could die, that would be ideal.

Seeing Maxen’s hesitation, Apollo thought for a moment and added,

“We can win.”

Maxen’s eyes lit up.

“Did you calculate that?”

Everyone knew Apollo’s divinations were incredibly accurate.

If Apollo said they could win, then they really could win!

Apollo shook his head.

“No, I guessed.”

This wasn’t something that could be calculated.

Apollo wasn’t omnipotent.

When it came to matters involving the Supreme Demon God, calculations were already difficult.

Though difficult, Apollo could still manage.

But when a situation involved both the Supreme Demon God and humanity’s Supreme Beings, it became impossible to calculate.

Not even Apollo could find the answer.

The future held infinite possibilities.

But there was one thing Apollo was certain of:

It would take nine generations of humanity’s Supreme Beings to kill the Supreme Demon God.

There was no other way.

No alternative solution.

Nine generations. Not one less.

So, Apollo guessed that humanity could win.

This was his first guess.

He hoped it was correct.

Maxen didn’t follow further. Standing behind Apollo, he waved and said,

“Godfather, I believe in your guess!”

Apollo didn’t respond or correct him.

He continued forward.

Above the Forest of Truth, another middle-aged man’s phantom appeared, gazing at Apollo from afar.

Sensing the gaze, Apollo turned back.

Morpheus simply raised his hand and said casually,

“Come back soon.”

To Morpheus, the final battle with the Supreme Demon God was as mundane as taking out the trash or heading to work.

This kind of nonchalance was something only humanity’s Supreme Beings could possess.

Apollo nodded but didn’t reply.

He continued walking, his aura steadily rising.

Soon, Maxen could no longer feel Apollo’s oppressive presence.

Apollo had entered a realm beyond Maxen’s comprehension.

Without reaching Supreme, one couldn’t even sense this level of power.

When Apollo entered the Supreme Abyssal, the entire realm began to tremble violently.

Even the butterfly phantom beside him struggled to fly, its movements labored under the immense pressure.

A butterfly phantom flew to Apollo, landing gently before handing him the ribbon.

The Supreme Mark was complete.

Apollo’s power ascended to a new level.

The Supreme Demon God awakened.

At that moment, all the fragmented consciousnesses within the Supreme Demon God unified, ceasing their internal struggle for control.

They understood how terrifying Apollo was.

Long ago, [Truth] had forged the Tower of Truth, connecting this world to the Heavenly Realm.

Apollo hadn’t returned to the Heavenly Realm. Instead, he had brought down the Source of the World from the Heavenly Realm.

That was how Apollo came to be.

Now, Apollo had severed all ties with the Heavenly Realm’s Source of the World.

But without the Tower of Truth, there would be no Supreme Demon God, no Apollo, and no final battle today.

One way or another, it was time to settle things.

The butterfly stayed by Apollo’s side as he gazed ahead.

There, in the distance, was the embodiment of all filth, the birthplace of evil, the most powerful being in existence.

Even though Apollo was confident he would survive this battle, the outcome would only be known once the fight was over.

The final battle had come.

Apollo felt he should say something.

It was a matter of ritual.

Supreme Beings didn’t share many commonalities, but a sense of ritual was one of them.

Apollo thought for a moment, then looked at the Supreme Demon God.

He wasn’t sure what to say.

Feeling annoyed, Apollo recalled his instructor’s teachings.

He looked at the Supreme Demon God and said seriously,

“I’ll bet humanity wins.

The wager is your life.”