Just call me Thor - Chapter 616

Chapter 616: How about this one?
At that time, Mike was not yet a true Supreme Being. To survive the attack of the Supreme Demon God, he had to pay a price.

According to Apollo’s calculations, when the butterfly warned Mike, he should have dropped everything and fled with it.

That was Mike’s only chance to survive completely intact.

But Thor didn’t leave.

He made his choice.

He could still live, but he had to pay the price.

Saving Nathan was a monumental milestone.

Thor being gravely injured by the Supreme Demon God was also a significant loss for humanity.

But for Mike, it wasn’t a big deal.

Mike understood his decision and was willing to take responsibility for it.

Since he chose this path, he was prepared to bear the consequences.

The two didn’t linger on pleasantries and quickly began their journey home.

On the way, Maxen finally learned why they had been unable to locate Mike for so long.

“I had to create moves…”

Mike explained with a helpless shrug.

This was the biggest drawback of [Final Fate’s Reversal].

The skill was tailor-made for Ares.

At first, Mike could barely sustain himself using the skills he already knew.

The Supreme Demon God’s many attacks, even if Final Fate’s Reversal prevented fatal damage, still left behind real negative effects and debuffs.

The worst part came after Mike escaped the snowy mountain.

The Supreme Demon God’s earlier attacks suddenly exploded all at once.

Delayed damage!

The Supreme Demon God had used delayed damage!

The Supreme Demon God was a terrifying opponent, always making the best possible choices.

His only misfortune was encountering humanity’s Supreme Beings.

Using Final Fate’s Reversal to stay alive, Mike relied on his existing skills to stabilize himself and heal his injuries.

Recovering from his severe wounds alone took Mike a year and a half.

Then, Mike faced an even more pressing problem:

He was running out of survival skills.

He had to create moves as quickly as possible.

So, as soon as he regained mobility, Mike began his journey of creating moves in the void.

At first, it took him three to five days to successfully create a move.

Even that efficiency was terrifying.

But Final Fate’s Reversal required him to create a move every 24 hours.

Before his stockpile ran out, Mike finally succeeded.

Final Fate’s Reversal wouldn’t be interrupted, but the price was that Mike had to create moves non-stop, 24 hours a day.

This wasn’t sustainable.

For ten years, Mike lived like this.

But to Mike, those ten years were also a rare vacation.

Focusing solely on creating moves, Mike deliberately avoided Soul Element techniques, reducing the strain on himself.

As a result, his move creation became faster and faster.

Once he was free from the burden of creating moves, Thor finally began to act in the void.

In fact, even if Maxen hadn’t found him, Thor would have likely returned to Earth within a few days.

Hearing this, Maxen’s eyes turned red with envy.

He wished he could use Final Fate’s Reversal himself.

In the end, he gave up.

Thor made it sound easy, but it was incredibly dangerous.

Maxen knew he couldn’t handle it.

After recounting his experiences, Mike listened as Maxen updated him on recent developments within humanity.

Suddenly, Mike interrupted,

“What’s that?”

Ahead of them stood a familiar snowy mountain.

“Uh… I forgot to mention something,” Maxen said, scratching his head.

He pointed at the snowy mountain and explained,

“I figured this thing was probably yours…”

After the battle ten years ago, the Supreme Abyssal, Apollo, and Thor had all disappeared.

But a snowy mountain had appeared in the void.

The snowy mountain, originally from the Heavenly Realm, had been part of the Supreme Abyssal.

Its value was beyond words.

Because of its immense value, humanity had sealed off the mountain for the past decade, allowing no one to enter.

Maxen had participated in a few exploration missions to the mountain.

During one of those missions, they found a barely-alive Ace.

While recovering in the rehabilitation center, Ace spent his time chasing Calderon around in circles.

The only person injured during the entire chase was Cedric.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Cedric couldn’t understand one thing:

If Calderon wanted to run, fine.

But why did he have to drag Cedric along?

Even stranger, why was Ace kicking his wheelchair too?

These two idiots must be insane!

That night, Cedric asked the staff to add steel spikes to his wheelchair.

The next day, Calderon received a pair of custom-made mystic iron boots, delivered straight from the Mystic Market.

The chaos at the rehabilitation center was better left unmentioned.

Before Maxen could finish his story, Mike had already rushed into the snowy mountain.

Seeing the mountain filled Mike with joy.

The reason was simple:

This snowy mountain came from the Heavenly Realm!

Within the mountain’s range, Mike’s strength would be greatly enhanced.

Most importantly, Mike planned to turn the snowy mountain into his own SSS-level equipment!

The mountain was most likely a gift from Apollo.

No one else in humanity had the ability to utilize the mountain, even if they wanted to.

It required not only a top-tier master smith but also a user whose strength matched the equipment.

Otherwise, even if they forged an SSS-level item, it would be useless—a waste of materials.

What’s more, Mike had ventured into the Supreme Abyssal and brought Nathan back home.

This achievement couldn’t be measured in money or Lord merits, nor could it be rewarded in any conventional way.

Humanity’s Supreme Beings never acted for the sake of rewards.

They were people of utmost sincerity and passion.

Even Thor.

In an unspoken agreement, the snowy mountain became Mike’s.

Standing atop the mountain, Mike sighed,

“What a shame… no Golden Abyss.”

Seeing that Mike’s mood had improved, Maxen asked,

“What’s your next step?”

Humanity had already learned of Thor’s return.

If Mike wanted, they could hold a grand welcome ceremony for him, even publicly announcing his status as a potential Supreme Being and having him succeed as the fourth-generation Supreme Being.

But none of that mattered to Mike.

He didn’t care about fame or titles.

If he did, he wouldn’t have earned the recognition of the previous Supreme Beings.

Those who walked this path were, in a sense, kindred spirits.

Maxen’s suggestions didn’t interest Mike.

He cared about something else entirely.

“Wait, let me check my private space first,” Mike said.

The snowy mountain’s Wi-Fi signal was clearly much better.

Mike could finally return to his private space.

After ten years away, he had no idea what his home looked like now.

He was a little excited.

A flash of white light, and Mike disappeared.

Thor’s Private Space.

Suddenly, a green light appeared.

Vladimir, who was roasting chicken wings, froze, clearly unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Several overwhelming auras rose simultaneously, as if preparing for battle.

“Someone’s back!”

Fool Master scanned the surroundings warily, unable to confirm whether the returnee was Thor.

Even if it were the Supreme Demon God, she wouldn’t be surprised.

Gabriel, Sylvanas, and Dracula took to the skies almost simultaneously, forming a triangular formation.

Only Vladimir, still roasting chicken wings, and Lilith, drooling over them, remained on the ground.

“Ha ha ha—”

Laughter echoed from the air, but no figure could be seen.

Whoosh—

The chicken wings in Vladimir’s hands vanished.

Whoosh—

A red Christmas hat appeared on Lilith’s head.

Whoosh—

Bilbo’s ledger was snatched and flipped through.

“Stop playing games.”

Fool Master snorted coldly, forming a seal with her hands to locate the intruder.

But… she failed?!

She couldn’t find Thor’s location!

“What are you looking for?”

A muffled voice came from behind Fool Master.

Mike stood there, holding a chicken wing in one hand and sprinkling seasoning with the other, looking completely at ease.

Has this guy gotten this strong?!

Fool Master hadn’t expected Thor to grow so powerful in just ten years.

Seeing Thor, Fool Master finally relaxed.

At least he wasn’t dead.

She asked,

“Did you get the complete Supreme Mark?”

Otherwise, it was hard to explain why Thor had become so strong.

Mike shook his head and didn’t elaborate.

Why Apollo hadn’t given him Supreme Mark: Crest, Mike hadn’t asked.

Apollo must have had his reasons.

Setting aside the topic of the Supreme Mark, Mike changed the subject.

“About Thor’s Tower…”

Having just returned, without even sitting down for a drink, Mike dove straight into work.

He wanted to build Thor’s Tower, a structure to suppress the Supreme Demon God or perhaps the Apocalypse.

Whatever its purpose, the first step was to build the tower.

“Pfft—”

Fool Master sneered.

“Thor, ten years away, and your brain’s only gotten worse.”

Building the Tower of Truth had nearly drained the resources of the Nine Races.

Not only that, but they had even plundered other races to gather enough materials to complete it.

Fool Master could understand Thor’s desire to build Thor’s Tower, but you couldn’t build a tower out of thin air!

She had already calculated it for Thor.

To succeed, he would need a mountain’s worth of Heavenly Realm materials.

“A mountain!”

Fool Master emphasized.

“Do you have one? A mountain?”

Before she could finish, a snowy mountain appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Fool Master: …

Mike cleared his throat and said calmly,

“How about this one?”