Just call me Thor - Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Perfectly logical decision
Tower of Truth, Forty-Ninth Floor.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The next second, Mike was back at the Tower of Truth.

Yet things weren’t as he had imagined.

The Elf Ancestor wasn’t dead after all!

Mike glanced at the enormous Tree of Life in front of him and quickly put the pieces together.

It seemed these elves really had turned themselves into walking wood.

When the Elf Ancestor saw Mike appear, it didn’t attack right away. Instead, it shook its branches to show it meant no harm.

“Please allow me a few words,”

the Elf Ancestor spoke up first,

“Yes, we did make some mistakes in the past, which led to our current predicament—but not everyone was an idiot.”

Mike gave a mocking snort and stayed silent, letting the other side continue.

“In our previous era, we realized that building the Tower of Truth might not end so well,”

the Elf Ancestor went on,

“So I, the Blood Ancestor, and the Angel Progenitor formed a secret alliance…”

Almost no one knew much about this part of history.

But Mike did know that the Blood Ancestor and the Angel Progenitor were both no pushovers.

The Blood Ancestor’s whereabouts were still a mystery.

The Angel Progenitor had headed off to the Heavenly Realm—one of the rare few to break free from the Supreme Demon God.

As for the Elf Ancestor…

It was the weakest among them, barely noticeable, and presumably had the least to offer.

So what good could the three of them do together?

The Elf Ancestor let out a sigh, branches swaying in frustration:

“I never reached the Supreme level, so I wasn’t affected by the Supreme Demon God.

Blood Ancestor was in the same boat. However, unlike me, Blood Ancestor gave up the Supreme level on purpose, while I simply failed…”

Before the last era collapsed, anyone who had achieved Supreme power got absorbed by the Supreme Demon God, becoming part of it.

The Angel Progenitor took off.

The Blood Ancestor stepped away.

The Elf Ancestor never stood a chance.

Each had a different circumstance.

Continuing, the Elf Ancestor said,

“According to our original plan, once the Tower of Truth was activated, the Blood Ancestor would break through to Supreme Being status and, together with the Angel Progenitor, open a passage between this world and the Heavenly Realm…”

The Elf Ancestor sighed again, shaking its branches.

“No clue what happened, but the Blood Ancestor never broke through, and the two realms didn’t connect.”

Mike was half convinced that it was all due to Morpheus’s influence.

If it hadn’t been for Morpheus, maybe the Blood Ancestor’s plan really would have worked!

As to what might’ve happened next, well, that was anyone’s guess:

They could have dumped the entire tower into the Heavenly Realm and then sealed off the passage, Or maybe they would have fled themselves, leaving the Supreme Demon God to remain humanity’s problem.

Either way, it would’ve been better than the mess they were all in now.

“I spent three whole years to open one narrow channel, just enough to contact the Heavenly Realm…” the Elf Ancestor explained.

That got Mike interested.

He faced the hole in the air, held his hand like a makeshift phone, and hollered,

“Hello? Anybody there?”

No answer came from the other side.

Mike turned back to the Elf Ancestor with a look that said, “What kind of Heavenly Realm is this supposed to be?”

“Ahem,”

Before the Elf Ancestor could defend itself, a man’s cough came drifting through the passage.

Mike perked up.

That voice sounded familiar!

From the other side came a voice he knew all too well:

“The Heavenly Realm is full of weaklings. Seriously, there’s nobody worth a real fight.”

“Weaklings?!”

The Elf Ancestor’s expression shifted.

Who the hell was this guy, and why was he so cocky?

Also, why wasn’t the person on the line the Angel Progenitor?

Had something gone down?

Too many questions and not enough answers.

The Elf Ancestor understood all too well that their era was long over.

They were basically relics, lingering survivors who weren’t exactly welcome in the modern age.

The ones still alive were either stuck in the Tower of Truth or hiding somewhere in the giant vortex, barely scraping by.

They had no real future.

Reaching Supreme in this era would be next to impossible.

To make matters worse, whenever a human with Supreme potential awakened to an SSS-level talent, they’d absorb fragments of the Truth source and keep leveling up, eventually overshadowing every other race by a mile.

In this world, there were really just two types of Supreme Beings:

Human Supreme Beings and everyone else.

Even the Angel Progenitor—who was indeed a Supreme Being—didn’t seem able to stand toe-to-toe with a human Supreme.

Hearing that familiar voice, Mike felt a wave of relief.

From the way Ares sounded, it seemed he’d gotten the Heavenly Realm totally under control.

If he hadn’t yet, he was definitely close.

Ares never exaggerated—he just stated facts.

In Ares’s mind, there were only four and a half people in the entire universe worthy of his respect.

The Supreme Demon God was one, Morpheus, Apollo, and Thor made three more, and Shadow Nine counted as half.

“Ares, let me fill you in. It’s currently…”

Mike rattled off the current date, plus a summary of what was going on with humanity—Cedric, Calderon, and the rest.

He basically told Ares everything he knew.

When he finished, neither of them had anything else to say.

It got quiet quickly.

After a pause, Mike ventured,

“So, bro, how about you come back and check things out?”

Getting back from the Heavenly Realm might not be so simple for most Supremes,

But for a human Supreme Being, it was definitely doable.

Back when Morpheus faced off with the Supreme Demon God, Morpheus got forcibly “ascended” right out of this world.

Then, still burning his life force, he instantly returned—carrying an entire mountain, no less.

Of course, Ares didn’t need to sacrifice anything to pull that off. He wasn’t in a rush.

If he wanted to come back, he surely could.

“Come back?”

Ares’s voice held a questioning note.

“Is there anything in your world worth giving it my all?”

Mike wasn’t sure how to respond.

He couldn’t exactly say, “I’m a Supreme Being now—want to duke it out?”

Ares might have been hanging around the Heavenly Realm, but from his tone, chances were good he’d already recovered full Supreme power, maybe even more.

The final showdown with the Supreme Demon God hadn’t begun, the Apocalypse hadn’t arrived, and there wasn’t any real sense of urgency.

Humans were enjoying a peaceful time, with no pressing threats.

So Mike changed the subject:

“Then what are you planning to do for fun up there?”

Mike knew Ares too well; that guy could never just sit around.

Ares chuckled darkly.

“You guess.”

Beep… beep… beep—

The line went dead.

They weren’t really on a phone call, so you wouldn’t expect a dial tone.

It was probably some demon god over there acting out a dial tone under Ares’s orders.

Mike couldn’t help being amazed. That was typical Ares for you—always needed a dramatic flair.

…

Heavenly Realm.

After the call ended, Ares was clearly in a better mood.

He surveyed his surroundings and nodded, satisfied.

“All right, you guys can take a break.”

Dozens of powerful auras halted at once, and the demon gods wiped sweat from their brows, sighing a chorus of relief.

They looked nothing like Supreme Beings—more like a team of exhausted dockworkers.

The Heavenly Realm itself, which had been moving all this time, gradually slowed down.

Mike would never guess what Ares was really doing instead of returning to the mortal realm.

[Truth] had spent his entire life trying to ascend to the Heavenly Realm and failed.

Yet after ascending, Ares decided it was all kinda boring—both the Heavenly Realm and the mortal realm.

He wanted to go back and visit the mortal realm from time to time.

So, Ares made a simple, perfectly logical decision:

He’d just haul the entire Heavenly Realm back with him.