Just call me Thor - Chapter 634

Chapter 634: She’s back
The feud between the Heavenly Realm and this world was nearing its conclusion.

From this moment on, Mike had a choice:

He could return and take up the mantle of humanity’s Supreme Being, or he could stay on Earth and become its only god.

Mike stood in silence for an unknown amount of time.

Finally, the white dog, trembling slightly, asked cautiously,

“Master… are we… going back?”

Just moments ago, something had changed.

An unfeeling force seemed to sever the connection between Mike and the white dog.

Since Mike had awakened his SSS-level talent, nothing like this had ever happened before.

The white dog was panicking.

“Back?”

Mike’s lips curled into a faint smile, but he didn’t answer the question.

He strolled through the River of Time, his figure occasionally flickering between clarity and obscurity.

In an instant, he reviewed all eighteen years of his life.

As a baby, Mike had been abandoned outside an orphanage.

His exact birth date was unknown—no one knew when he had been born.

Later, during a routine medical checkup, his DNA was uploaded to a database with his consent.

To everyone’s surprise, a match was found—Mike’s biological parents.

But his parents were already dead, victims of a car accident.

However, they had left behind a substantial life insurance policy, with no other living relatives.

Mike became the sole heir.

He received a large sum of compensation money, but the medical results from the same checkup revealed devastating news.

At a young age, Mike was diagnosed with a nearly incurable form of cancer.

With the money, he could afford high-quality treatment, but that was all.

For his type of cancer, modern medicine could do very little.

Fate had played a cruel joke on him.

Mike hadn’t expected that this trip back would reveal so much about his past.

But none of it mattered to him anymore.

The white dog had never felt Mike so distant.

Even Mike’s appearance began to blur in its vision.

The white dog’s fur stood on end as it trembled, realizing a terrifying possibility…

Apollo had given the final piece of the Supreme Mark to Thor!

At this moment, Mike was a fully realized Supreme Being!

“Don’t be so nervous.”

As if guessing the white dog’s thoughts, Mike patted its head and said,

“You haven’t awakened nine times yet. My strength still has room for theoretical improvement.”

The white dog wanted to retort, to say something snarky.

But before it could, Mike left the River of Time and returned to reality.

Suddenly, Mike spoke a single number:

“Six.”

The white dog’s fur instantly bristled, and its body grew larger by a full size.

Nearby, the white horse, wearing sunglasses and munching on popcorn in front of Mike’s gravestone, nodded approvingly.

“Impressive. Very impressive.”

Only the white dog knew what had just happened.

The Eye of Truth had completed its sixth awakening!

But it wasn’t over yet.

“Seven.”

Mike uttered another number, and the white dog’s eyes rolled back as it nearly fainted!

For a Truth Source fragment, awakening was a process of unsealing.

Normally, this process was painless and risk-free.

The white dog had loved awakening before!

But now… things were different.

The white dog was indeed awakening.

But the more it awakened, the more oppressive Mike’s presence became.

To the white dog, Mike was becoming increasingly terrifying!

Staying near Mike was already becoming an ordeal.

But to awaken, this ordeal was unavoidable.

Mike spoke another number:

“Eight.”

Boom—

The white dog exploded.

It was like a balloon bursting, flying chaotically through the air.

Thor raised a finger, instantly healing its injuries and isolating its pain.

Even so, the momentary terror and sense of being utterly dominated left an indelible psychological scar on the white dog.

The jet-propelled white dog eventually landed on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Its body no longer felt pain, but its spirit was deeply traumatized.

“That’s enough for now.”

Mike sighed.

Forcing a ninth awakening was possible, but the white dog probably wouldn’t survive it.

For the white dog, this process was inevitable.

All SSS-level talents had to go through it eventually.

The white horse offered its own commentary,

“Of all the SSS-level awakenings I’ve seen, you’re the loudest.”

The white dog extended a paw and flipped it the middle finger.

Eight awakenings had pushed the white dog to its limit.

If it had known awakening would be this painful, it would’ve refused to awaken even if it were beaten to death!

“Of course we’re going back.”

Mike finally answered the white dog’s earlier question, giving a reason it couldn’t argue with:

“I still have a Supreme Demon God to kill.”

Mike cracked his neck, his expression cold and tinged with a faint killing intent.

—

Going back was inevitable.

This world was just a stop on Mike’s journey.

In a sense, this world had never been kind to Mike.

He had little attachment or nostalgia for this Earth in this dimension.

“It’s time to go back.”

Mike adjusted his gravestone, then paused.

He decided not to dismantle it.

Casually, he said,

“If I ever die, you can bury me here.

It’d be like coming home.”

The white horse snorted disdainfully, too lazy to respond.

The white dog rolled its eyes and muttered,

“With how strong you are now, who could possibly kill you?”

Regardless, Mike left the gravestone intact, leaving it as a marker in this world.

The Mike of this world was dead.

The one who lived on… was still Mike.

“Let’s go. Time to go home.”

With that, a portal appeared before Mike, leading into the void.

For the Mike who hadn’t yet become a complete Supreme Being, finding his way back to Earth without coordinates would have been nearly impossible—he would have needed the butterfly’s guidance.

But things were different now.

Mike was nearly omnipotent.

The white horse and white dog followed Mike as he returned to Earth.

From their perspective, the journey took less than half a day.

But when Mike returned, five years had passed on Earth.

Mike understood immediately.

His return trip had taken less than half a day.

This meant the butterfly’s process of guiding him away had taken four years and 364 days.

It had done so deliberately.

For the Heavenly Realm’s world source, the longer the delay, the better.

The less time Mike had to think and prepare, the more advantageous it was for the Heavenly Realm.

But such petty tricks no longer mattered to Mike.

“Good thing. I thought it’d be thirty years.”

In truth, the strong never needed to resort to schemes.

The fact that the Heavenly Realm’s world source was scheming at all was a sign of how precarious its situation had become.

The situation was now clear:

Humanity’s Supreme Being faced two enemies.

The Supreme Demon God, the strongest known entity in existence.

And the Heavenly Realm’s world source, the entity with the highest known level of existence.

Mike calculated his time.

Since there was still enough, he decided to take care of a few things.

First, he returned to his private space and retrieved two things:

A pig and a foundation stone.

The pig was the Golden Pig, and the foundation stone was the base of Thor’s Tower.

When Mike took the Golden Pig, Vladimir hesitated but didn’t act.

He knew very well that, despite Thor’s occasional greed, his heart was fundamentally kind.

Mike carried the Golden Pig to the beginner instance of the Tower of Truth.

“What are you doing? My chicken wings aren’t even done roasting! Put me down!”

After placing the Golden Pig on the ground, Mike glanced at her.

The Golden Pig, Lilith, fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, they were cold and devoid of warmth.

“You’re Thor?”

The voice belonged to Levana, the Blood Ancestor.

“What do you want?”

The white dog sniffed her cautiously.

“One body, two souls? No… split personality.”

Mike had already noticed something was off but hadn’t said anything until now.

The Blood Ancestor, like Shadow Two, suffered from a similar condition.

One personality was the timid, cowardly, lazy girl from before her embrace—Lilith, the younger sister.

The other was the true Blood Ancestor, cold, ruthless, and decisive—Levana.

Vladimir undoubtedly knew about this.

Dracula might have suspected something, but the lineage suppression within the Blood Clan was too overwhelming for him to confirm the Blood Ancestor’s state.

This was why Dracula had relentlessly hunted Lilith, even at the cost of everything he had.

If the Blood Ancestor reawakened, even if it meant his death, Dracula wouldn’t lose.

With the Blood Ancestor, the Blood Clan would thrive.

If Lilith died, Dracula wouldn’t lose either.

With the Blood Ancestor gone, he would become the new Blood Ancestor.

Mike gave Levana two choices:

“Do you plan to continue sleeping, or do something?”

“Do what?”

Levana sneered coldly.

“The critical moment has already passed.

The only thing I can do now is find a way to escape to the Heavenly Realm. That’s the only chance I have to survive…”

“No.”

Mike shook his head and said seriously,

“The Heavenly Realm isn’t safe either.

To be precise, the Heavenly Realm is destined to be destroyed this time.”

Mike was confident.

Even though he didn’t know the entire plan, he believed in his own abilities.

Levana’s expression darkened, and she said nothing.

She didn’t doubt the truth of Thor’s words.

If anyone else had said it, she would’ve dismissed it as nonsense.

But if Thor said it, Levana believed the Heavenly Realm was truly in danger.

Feeling frustrated, Levana muttered irritably,

“Then what else can I do besides sleep?”

Mike smiled faintly.

“You can help me build a tower.”

Build a tower?!

Levana was furious.

She hated building towers!

In her previous life, building a tower had cost the entire Blood Clan everything and created the Supreme Demon God.

And now he wanted her to build another tower?!

Levana was on the verge of developing a phobia of tower-building.

Mike said sincerely,

“You’re the expert in this field.”

After a moment of hesitation, Levana didn’t refuse Mike’s proposal.

Bat wings sprouted from the Golden Pig’s back.

After flapping twice, she knelt before Mike.

“As you wish.”

At the same time…

No matter where they were, every member of the Blood Clan felt the River of Blood stir.

It was awakening.

The River of Blood was returning!

Simultaneously, all Blood Clan members inexplicably fell to their knees.

Vladimir held out for a few seconds, sweat beading on his forehead, before dropping to one knee.

“What’s happening?!” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Dracula, also kneeling, raised his head slightly and gave a sinister smile.

“She’s… back.”