Just call me Thor - Chapter 633

Chapter 633: From here on, it’s your era
The white horse appeared before Mike, clearly for something important.

The white dog, however, was confused, unsure of what the white horse intended to do.

“Master, are we heading back already?”

They had just arrived—wasn’t it too soon to leave?

Coming here just to eat a few hamburgers, look at a gravestone, and then rush back?

Wasn’t the schedule a bit too tight?

“We’ll go back, but not yet.”

Mike turned to the white horse and asked seriously,

“Can you take me back to the past? To this world’s past—the time when I existed here.”

The white horse stared coldly at Mike.

“Are you doubting me?”

No matter the world, it was a Truth Source fragment, an SSS-level talent.

Traversing the River of Time was as simple as eating or drinking for the white horse.

“Not at all.”

Mike lowered his head and kicked the white dog lightly, explaining,

“This guy is too weak. It occasionally makes me doubt the credibility of SSS-level talents.”

The white dog, unable to bear the insult, decided to prove itself.

It lunged at Mike’s pant leg and bit down hard.

But it couldn’t even leave a mark on Mike’s clothes…

The white horse nodded slightly, accepting Mike’s explanation.

It stood still, closed its eyes, and made no visible movements.

When it opened its eyes again, blood tears streamed down its face.

The white horse, expressionless and cold, said,

“I’ve found the coordinates. You’ll find them… interesting.”

The white dog, crouched at Mike’s feet, asked cautiously,

“White horse, doesn’t that hurt?”

The white horse didn’t even glance at it.

Not all SSS-level talents were created equal.

“Thank you,” Mike said.

The white horse said nothing.

It raised its hind legs and gave a light kick.

Mike and the white dog vanished from the spot, entering the River of Time.

After sending them off, the white horse stood in silence for a few seconds.

Then, it suddenly leapt thirty feet into the air, clutching its eyes with its front hooves, and let out a pained wail.

“Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

—

Earth. May 25, 2024.

A hospital.

In the intensive care unit, Mike and the white dog appeared in a corner of the room.

The white dog immediately recognized the boy lying on the hospital bed—it was Mike!

It was about to exclaim in surprise but quickly shut its mouth.

An invisible pressure filled the room, forcing it into silence.

Not only that, but the entire space began to tremble, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Under this pressure, the white dog was on the verge of losing control.

Thor placed a hand on the white dog’s head, sharing some of the burden and allowing it to recover.

Mike stared at the familiar figure before him, saying nothing.

A middle-aged man appeared in the room.

It was Apollo.

He walked to the bedside and looked at the boy.

The boy was on the brink of death, his organs failing—there was no chance of saving him.

After Apollo’s arrival, the boy inexplicably felt a bit better, even managing to speak.

“Are you…”

The boy looked at Apollo curiously and asked,

“From the hospice care association?”

He had heard there was a process like this.

Apollo shook his head.

“No.”

The boy’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

“I’m dying, aren’t I?”

Apollo nodded.

“Yes.”

Hearing their conversation, both Mike and the white dog wore helpless expressions.

The tone confirmed it—it was definitely Apollo.

If he could say one word, he would never say two.

Precise, honest, and taciturn.

The boy chuckled.

“You could’ve lied to me, you know…”

He was a humorous person—everyone who knew him described him that way.

“But you don’t have to die,” Apollo said seriously.

“At least, not now.”

“Oh?”

The boy’s interest was piqued.

“Not die… Is there some new experiment? Like becoming a superhero, gaining powers, and saving the world?”

Apollo tried to understand the boy’s words.

He failed.

Apollo simply repeated the last part.

“Yes, saving the world.”

The boy became even more intrigued.

He hadn’t expected the hospice care association to send someone so interesting.

Even less did he expect Apollo to play along with his nonsense so earnestly.

He even asked,

“So, what do I have to do to save the world? Defeat Mr. Potato and become Burger Man?”

“No.”

Apollo thought for a moment and said seriously,

“Just stay alive.”

Clearly, Apollo’s only requirement for the boy to save the world was for him to live.

“Just staying alive can save the world?”

The boy found the conversation increasingly strange.

“That’s too easy. I really want to stay alive… stay alive…”

The light in the boy’s eyes dimmed slightly.

Apollo asked again,

“So, are you willing to save the world?”

The boy smiled.

What kind of question was that?

“If staying alive is the price for saving the world, of course I’m willing.”

Apollo corrected him.

“Not this world.”

The boy shook his head, unconcerned.

“Any world will do.”

After confirming the boy’s willingness, Apollo had the answer he needed.

He prepared to leave.

“Wait…”

The boy found the conversation absurd.

Even so, he wanted to say something in his final moments.

“Why me?”

Apollo answered seriously,

“Because your body is full of potential. It just needs a chance to realize it.”

The boy laughed bitterly.

“Can I take that as your way of comforting me? Are you trying to make me feel better with those words?”

Apollo shook his head and turned to leave again.

The boy’s vision blurred.

Summoning his last bit of strength, he called out,

“Wait a second.”

Apollo stopped and asked,

“What is it?”

The boy nodded weakly—just that small motion was exhausting for him.

Apollo stood silently, waiting.

He had never been one for unnecessary words.

“Cough, cough—”

The boy coughed twice.

“The doctors said my organs are failing. I don’t really understand those terms, but I guess I’m about to die. What you said was interesting. If it’s not a lie, that’d be even better…”

Clearly, the boy still didn’t believe the stranger’s words.

Apollo frowned slightly and corrected him.

“I don’t lie.”

He might make mistakes in divination, but lying was beneath him.

At least, at this point in time, it was.

The boy gave a bitter smile and shared his final thought.

“If my eyes are still usable when I die, maybe they can be donated to someone who needs them.”

Since the boy had said it was his last wish, Apollo left after hearing it.

—

Mike removed his hand from the white dog’s head.

The white dog fell into deep thought.

So this was the origin of Mike’s Eye of Truth?

After a moment of silence, the white dog felt it needed to say something.

“Master, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking…”

Mike replied,

“I should’ve donated my cock instead.”

The white dog: …

It had been planning to comfort Mike, but now it felt there was no need.

“Heh.”

Mike grinned.

“I was just wondering… if I awakened an SSS-level cock…”

The heavy atmosphere was instantly shattered by the joke.

On the hospital bed, the boy gradually stopped breathing.

Alarms—

Resuscitation—

Declaration of death—

Donation of corneas as per the boy’s wishes—

The hospital staff bustled around the “body,” but in reality, there was nothing there.

The white dog was surprised.

“Master, you didn’t die?”

“Of course not.”

Mike rolled his eyes and said irritably,

“I’m alive and well. Even if the Supreme Demon God dies, I won’t.”

By now, the events of that time were crystal clear.

The crisis of the Supreme Demon God was brewing, and the Heavenly Realm faced potential destruction.

So, the Heavenly Realm decided to save itself.

The first to act was the world source of the Heavenly Realm.

Like the Supreme Demon God, the two sides didn’t waste time—they started at full strength.

There was no leveling-up process; it was a direct clash of bosses.

The moment the Tower of Truth was built, the Supreme Demon God was born, and the Heavenly Realm’s world source descended.

Using the Tower of Truth as a foundation, the Heavenly Realm’s world source sealed the Supreme Demon God.

But the seal could only delay the inevitable—it couldn’t kill the Supreme Demon God.

Thus, the Heavenly Realm’s world source began a new plan: to kill the Supreme Demon God.

It created the Supreme Mark and allowed the Truth Ten Races—specifically humanity—to wield SSS-level talents.

The plan was simple: nine consecutive generations of human Supreme Beings would fight the Supreme Demon God to the death.

If they succeeded, the Supreme Demon God would die.

But the Heavenly Realm’s world source encountered an unexpected problem.

Apollo was born.

Apollo’s existence posed a question:

“Am I a butterfly or a human?”

This question consumed a significant portion of the Heavenly Realm’s world source’s resources—resources that should have been used against the Supreme Demon God.

Apollo’s personality took up too much of the system’s “CPU.”

But Apollo’s emergence wasn’t entirely accidental—it was almost inevitable.

The plan required at least nine consecutive generations of human Supreme Beings to succeed.

For the Heavenly Realm’s world source, relying on others was never ideal.

If it could act directly, it would.

Thus, it didn’t eliminate Apollo.

Instead, it allowed him to exist, hoping he would step up for humanity at the right time.

This was part of the plan.

But the plan never went smoothly.

The Heavenly Realm’s world source hadn’t anticipated that Apollo would break free of its control, splitting the two sides apart.

Apollo’s escape was bad news for the Heavenly Realm’s world source.

If Apollo refused to fight the Supreme Demon God, the plan would fail.

But Apollo chose a different path.

This was Apollo’s choice—it had nothing to do with the Heavenly Realm.

For the first time, the threads of the story were perfectly clear to Mike.

It was as if he were repeating his own thoughts as he said slowly,

“So, in the original plan, the Tower of Truth was only open to potential Supreme Beings.

If a potential Supreme Being fell, the Supreme Mark would immediately pass to the next candidate, and the process would continue…”

To the Heavenly Realm’s world source, humanity’s ultimate fate wasn’t a concern.

It only wanted the Supreme Demon God dead.

Thus, the Tower of Truth’s original purpose was to mass-produce human Supreme Beings.

The moment one Supreme Being fell, the next would be trained.

Under immense survival pressure, human Supreme Beings wouldn’t have the luxury of ascending.

They would be forced to fight the Supreme Demon God head-on.

Even if a few chose to ascend, the Heavenly Realm could immediately train new potential Supreme Beings.

But one unexpected factor disrupted this seemingly perfect plan:

Morpheus.

When Morpheus entered the Tower of Truth, he modified it to be open to all of humanity.

This gave humanity the means to resist the Abyss.

Human Supreme Beings could now create a safer environment for the next generation, giving them more time and freedom to grow.

Most importantly, through his conversations with Apollo and his own research, Morpheus likely uncovered the truth.

As a result, he altered the Tower of Truth’s mechanics.

Instead of producing SSS-level talents continuously, they would only appear roughly once every hundred years.

In other words, the Tower of Truth, originally designed to mass-produce human Supreme Beings, became a sanctuary for humanity’s development.

Resources meant exclusively for Supreme Beings were distributed among all of humanity.

This was why the earliest Thor received rewards that benefited the entire human race after completing the Tower of Truth.

The birth rate of human Supreme Beings was stretched to its absolute limit.

The death of the Supreme Demon God—and the destruction of this world—was delayed as much as possible.

All of this was the result of Morpheus’s choice three hundred years ago.

Even with Apollo’s guidance and the strongest Supreme Mark in hand,

What Morpheus achieved was nothing short of a miracle.

Only now did Mike fully understand what Morpheus had done.

Mike nodded slowly and continued,

“After Morpheus, the Heavenly Realm’s world source adjusted its strategy.

That’s when Ares came into the picture…”

The rise of Ares, humanity’s second Supreme Being, was abrupt and unexpected.

Some attributed it to humanity’s luck.

But Apollo knew the real reason.

“After Ares, the Heavenly Realm’s world source deemed the world ready and personally intervened, becoming the third-generation potential Supreme Being…”

“And then it came to another dimension of Earth to find me, making me the fourth-generation potential Supreme Being, to complete the plan to kill the Supreme Demon God…”

The white dog: ???

Master, are you reciting the plot summary?

Did you sneak a peek at the entire novel’s outline?

The white dog couldn’t see it, but a phantom of Apollo appeared before Mike, standing in the River of Time.

Everything Mike had just said was what Apollo had told him.

Mike was merely repeating it.

The power was faint—so faint that the Heavenly Realm’s world source couldn’t detect it or even know Apollo had intervened.

It was also incredibly subtle—so subtle that it would only activate when Mike appeared.

This was Apollo’s way of safely passing on everything he knew to Mike.

After hearing Mike’s repetition, Apollo nodded slightly.

“That’s correct.”

Apollo’s shadow gradually dissipated, leaving behind one final sentence:

“From here on, it’s your era.

Everything is up to you.”