Just call me Thor - Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Go to hell
Mike didn’t stay long in the dream space.

Apollo wasn’t much of a talker.

To Apollo, sitting in the Supreme Abyssal or on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth made little difference.

Both were equally boring.

Maintaining the dream space and preserving the Supreme Demon God’s goodwill was Apollo’s way of leaving humanity a sliver of hope for victory.

But from here on out, it was up to Mike to fight for that hope.

After finishing his conversation with Apollo, Mike walked over to the child.

They exchanged a few words, and with the child’s consent, Mike began casting a spell.

“Holy Lightning Baptism!”

A streak of purple lightning shot from Mike’s fingertips, growing thicker and thicker until it was as wide as a barrel.

The lightning struck the child’s head, crackling with energy.

When the lightning dissipated, a golden streak of lightning flickered in the child’s eyes.

Compared to when they first met, the child was noticeably older.

Though his features were still blurry, he had grown taller, and his strength had increased significantly.

Returning to the void, Mike didn’t head to the Abyss or Florida.

Instead, he went straight to the Tower of Truth.

“Thor… cough, cough, there’s something I forgot to tell you,” Maxen said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Foreskin, ever direct, cut in,

“Half of the Tower of Truth has been taken over by the Supreme Demon God.”

Mike: ???

Was this a joke?

He had been gone for ten years, and something this monumental had happened?

Maxen quickly explained,

“Professor Gregory speculates that, for some reason, the Supreme Demon God is confined to the Supreme Abyssal.

Unable to leave, he’s been focusing on breaking the seals.

And since the Supreme Abyssal is part of the Tower of Truth, demon creatures born from the Abyss have taken over the upper levels of the Tower.”

The Supreme Demon God faced two layers of seals:

The Tower of Truth and Apollo.

He chose to attack the easier one—the Tower of Truth.

The demon creatures born from the Supreme Abyssal now occupied the upper levels of the Tower.

If they left the Tower, Maxen could easily kill them.

But as long as they stayed inside, their interference was limited.

Humanity no longer needed to fight the Abyss, and the front-line corps were resting and recovering.

The lack of tower challenges even gave people more time to sleep at night.

As a result, when Mike returned, he found a very different Tower of Truth.

Around the Tower, demon creatures flew in circles, acting as if they owned the place.

Whenever Maxen made a move, they would retreat into the Tower, where he couldn’t reach them.

“Yo! Isn’t this Maxen? What happened to you? You’ve gotten so weak!”

A terrifying demon creature taunted from above.

“And who’s this young guy? A new face! Maxen, is this your son? Doesn’t look much like you!”

Maxen: …

You’re dead.

Maxen couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the creature.

Mike didn’t even glance at the demon creature.

He simply walked toward the ninety-ninth floor, raising a hand to release a bolt of lightning.

The demon creature, whose strength rivaled that of an Ultimate Lord, didn’t even have time to react before it was obliterated mid-air.

Thor’s cold voice echoed across the Tower of Truth:

“Go to hell.”

—

From the fiftieth floor upward, the Tower was now under the Supreme Demon God’s control.

Originally, the Tower of Truth’s design treated all floors equally, with no hierarchy.

The floors were interconnected, allowing free movement between them.

When the Tower descended to Earth, Morpheus had entered it and opened it to humanity.

During this time, Morpheus made a few small adjustments.

With the help of the Tower Spirit, he arranged the floors in ascending order of difficulty.

The Supreme Abyssal, originally hidden in the beginner instances, was moved to connect with the hundredth floor.

As a result, when the Supreme Demon God broke free of his seal, he didn’t appear on the first floor but on the hundredth.

Even so, the Supreme Demon God’s influence was limited.

His true form couldn’t leave the Abyss.

The demon creatures he unleashed could only control up to the fiftieth floor.

The forty-ninth floor and below were essentially human territory, conquered by Mike with SSSS-levels and SSSSS-levels rating.

The demon creatures couldn’t corrupt the lower floors and could only act arrogantly above.

Even Maxen couldn’t do much about them.

No matter how many he killed, the Supreme Abyssal would just spawn more demon energy to replace them.

Mike ignored everything else and headed straight for the ninety-ninth floor.

Pushing the door open, he found the floor eerily quiet.

No demon creature dared to cause trouble here.

Of course, this wasn’t out of respect for humanity’s Supreme Beings.

As mortal enemies, respect was out of the question.

The only reason the demon creatures hadn’t invaded this floor was that they couldn’t.

The contents of this floor had long been moved by Morpheus and transformed into the Forest of Truth.

Upon entering, Mike discovered that the floor held hidden wonders.

When Apollo had been here, many things had been automatically concealed.

Now that Apollo was gone and Mike’s strength had grown significantly, his Eye of Truth had become much sharper.

He could see details he hadn’t noticed before.

Three walls bore inscriptions.

Mike first looked at the first wall.

As expected, he saw an ugly heart drawn on it.

Morpheus hadn’t left any words for future generations.

When he arrived, it had been in a rush, and he felt he should leave something behind.

So, he drew an ugly heart.

In truth, Morpheus thought his drawing was quite good.

Some people just lack talent, though.

In terms of artistic skill, Morpheus was probably at an F-level.

Even Shadow Nine wasn’t great at drawing maps, likely due to Morpheus’s influence.

When Morpheus left the heart, he hadn’t thought much about it.

Mike looked at the drawing, chuckled a few times, and sighed.

Things will get better.

He turned to the second wall.

This wall was covered in writing.

Thousands upon thousands of characters, all the same:

Kill!

Each character was imbued with sword energy, every stroke a manifestation of a sword technique.

Mike felt as if countless exquisite sword moves were unfolding before his eyes.

Ares had lived his life by the principle of killing to stop killing.

He excelled at slaughter and even enjoyed the thrill of battle—the boldness, the freedom.

Of course, if given the choice, Ares wouldn’t have wanted to kill every day.

He preferred wandering the world with a sword at his waist.

But circumstances had forced his hand.

With humanity on the brink of collapse and demon creatures pressing in from all sides, Ares had no choice but to unleash carnage.

It was this sword energy that kept the demon creatures outside from daring to intrude.

Standing before the wall, Mike felt a pang of nostalgia.

He wondered how Ares was doing in the Heavenly Realm.

Mike missed Ares.

He figured Ares wouldn’t be able to break through to Supreme Being anytime soon.

If he could visit the Heavenly Realm, he might even have a chat with him.

But that wasn’t possible.

Mike was no longer the potential Supreme Being of the past.

The responsibilities on his shoulders meant he couldn’t go wherever he pleased.

Humanity needed a Supreme Being to hold the line.

Or rather, Mike needed to wait patiently for the Supreme Abyssal to resurface.

Mike had heard from Maxen about the fifth-generation potential Supreme Being.

It was supposedly Shadow Nine.

But Mike had always been skeptical of these “preordained” choices.

Maxen had been preordained once, too.

And yet, Ares had taken the mantle instead.

Mike knew Shadow Nine was qualified to bear an SSS-level talent and absorb a Truth Source fragment.

But anyone nearing Supreme faced calamity.

Supreme was the greatest disaster, the ultimate trial.

Becoming a potential Supreme Being meant stepping one foot into the grave.

Mike didn’t want to see the same thing happen to Shadow Nine.

But who could say what would happen a hundred years from now?

Finally, Mike turned to the third wall.

This one was clearly Apollo’s work.

If every Supreme Being had left something behind, it stood to reason that Apollo had done the same.

A butterfly emerged from the wall, its wings fluttering gently as it landed on Mike’s shoulder.