Just call me Thor - Chapter 635

Chapter 635: Shadow Reaper
The construction of Thor’s Tower was progressing at an astonishing pace.

With Levana and Fool Master overseeing the project, along with the cooperation of humanity, the resources of an entire snowy mountain, and countless other aids, the tower was being built far faster than anyone had anticipated.

Mike, meanwhile, had fully embraced his role as a hands-off leader.

But that didn’t mean he was idle.

After returning to the Tower of Truth, Mike noticed that the Supreme Demon God’s power was slowly being siphoned away, retreating in secret.

To Mike, such petty tricks were laughable.

They only served to humiliate the Supreme Demon God further.

However, Mike deliberately left one aspect of the Supreme Demon God’s influence intact:

The ability to spawn demon creatures.

Humanity’s future generations would need opponents to hone their skills.

With the Abyss devoid of threats, the Tower of Truth would serve as the perfect training ground.

Most importantly, it was safe.

In addition to this, Mike effortlessly conquered the Tower of Truth.

For Mike, it was trivial.

With the white dog, now awakened eight times, by his side, Mike left Earth.

He wanted to explore the galaxy, to see what lay beyond.

But what he discovered shocked him:

This universe was dead.

Beyond Earth, there wasn’t a single living being in the entire cosmos.

Mike searched every corner, every star system, but found no trace of life.

No matter how suitable the conditions, no life could survive.

This confirmed the long-held suspicions of humanity’s Supreme Beings:

This universe had a strong self-destructive tendency.

It wanted to destroy itself, to perish alongside the Heavenly Realm.

The Supreme Demon God was its chosen instrument.

And Earth was its final hope, its last sanctuary.

This was why the Tower of Truth had descended upon Earth.

Because the rest of this universe had ceased to nurture life—it was a barren wasteland.

Apart from Earth and the last remnants of humanity, the Supreme Demon God had no other options.

If Mike thought deeper, the deathly silence of the other star systems was likely tied to the Heavenly Realm.

In fact, Mike could sense a calamity brewing—a great Apocalypse.

This calamity felt… unnatural.

Mike could clearly perceive that something was wrong with this universe’s Apocalypse.

And when he considered that the Heavenly Realm had never experienced an Apocalypse…

It became clear:

The calamities meant for the Heavenly Realm had been borne by this universe instead.

No wonder this universe’s will had gone mad, creating the Supreme Demon God to drag the Heavenly Realm down with it.

Sensing the Apocalypse’s approach, Mike immediately began searching for the one destined to face it—the bearer of the calamity.

It took him half a minute to find them.

Mike couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why is it you?”

Foreskin looked equally helpless.

“I was going to ask the same thing.”

He could feel it—he had been chosen as the bearer of the calamity.

But he couldn’t understand why.

“There’s… a reason for this,” Afterskin said, giving Foreskin a sympathetic look.

“The first half of a bearer’s life is always smooth. Very smooth.”

Foreskin: …

His life had been so smooth that he’d sought out Afterskin as his best friend, hoping to balance things out.

Even Afterskin’s legendary unluckiness hadn’t been able to affect Foreskin!

Only now did Foreskin understand why…

He, too, was a bearer of calamity.

“It’s fine,” Mike said calmly.

“First, resign from your position at the Mystic Market. Do it yourself—don’t take any severance pay.”

Foreskin: …

After ensuring Foreskin severed as many ties with humanity as possible, Mike took things a step further.

He arranged for Afterskin to ascend to the Heavenly Realm on the spot.

As Afterskin departed, Mike watched from a distance and gave him one final piece of advice:

“Go to the Heavenly Realm and study hard!”

An existence as unlucky as Afterskin was better off far away from humanity.

Foreskin fully supported Mike’s decision but had one question:

“Why not send me along with him?”

Mike gave an honest answer:

“You still have other uses.”

—

Time passed.

The Forest of Truth grew wild with grass.

Years ago, Violet, who had been awed by a single blade, reached the rank of Ultimate Lord.

But upon reaching that height, she realized…

Ultimate Lord was nothing.

Thor had already become a Supreme Being!

She challenged Thor once and was utterly defeated.

Afterward, a dejected Violet spent an entire night drinking with her old friend, Deathsinger, venting her frustrations about Thor.

Deathsinger: “Yeah, yeah, sure!”

The Forest of Truth no longer needed the Guardian Shadow to watch over it.

Aside from the occasional memorial, people rarely visited the forest.

The grass grew tall, and small animals began to inhabit the area.

Deep within the Forest of Truth, a coffin slowly rose from the ground.

Under Thor’s protection, humanity enjoyed another century of peace.

But one day, that peace was shattered.

A hand emerged from the coffin.

A pale young man slowly sat up, his expression filled with confusion.

“Kill—charge—”

He seemed to hear the endless sounds of battle:

The clash of weapons, the roar of the wind, the thunderous boom of lightning.

Before him, all he could see was mist.

From the depths of the mist came a venomous whisper:

“I died so miserably…”

As the whisper echoed, a vision appeared in the young man’s eyes.

Calderon, his arms shattered inch by inch, his chest pierced by a gaping hole, his life force fading away…

The young man’s bloodshot eyes widened as he tried to leap from the coffin.

But he couldn’t.

Though he had awakened, he couldn’t leave the coffin.

Even with the strength of a Nine-Star Lord, he couldn’t break free of its restraints.

The vision of Calderon faded, his dying words still muttering curses.

Soon, a new scene appeared in the mist.

Cedric, wielding a broken sword, plunged it into a demon god, dragging them both into the Abyss.

From the depths of the Abyss came a series of explosions.

The young man clenched his fists, veins bulging, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound.

Moments later, a blood-soaked Cedric crawled out of the Abyss.

But before he could rest, several more demon gods descended upon him…

The young man’s chest heaved violently, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.

The visions continued to fade and reappear.

Nathan’s son, Maxen, wielding a flail, fell in the Supreme Abyssal, exhausted and lifeless…

His disciple, Thor, ambushed and killed by the Supreme Demon God…

The young man wept blood but remained powerless.

Finally, the mist revealed a snowy mountain.

The familiar mountain, brought back from the Heavenly Realm, was the place where Morpheus had fallen.

This was the true nightmare.

Morpheus died before his eyes once more…

When this scene replayed, the young man finally broke.

He roared,

“FUCK!”

Boom—

He burst from the coffin, attacking everything around him like a mindless beast.

Bang—

A heavy punch came his way.

Consumed by rage, the young man met it head-on, refusing to back down.

Boom!

When their fists collided, thunder roared!

The young man’s right arm hung limp, but his opponent didn’t fare much better, flying backward with a muffled grunt.

Clang—

A sword energy slashed toward him.

The young man didn’t dodge.

Using his left hand as a blade, he countered with a reverse slash!

Sparks flew as blade met sword.

In an instant, the young man shattered the sword energy.

He didn’t look toward the mist ahead.

Instead, he raised his head sharply.

A flail descended from the sky.

The young man clenched his left hand into a fist, took a deep breath, and punched upward, colliding with the flail!

After a few seconds of struggle, the flail was sent flying.

The mist began to thin.

From its depths, a dog emerged.

The white dog glanced at the young man, and the blood-soaked figure felt an overwhelming drowsiness.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t resist the sleepiness.

Thud—

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The mist dissipated.

A group of people slowly approached.

Calderon’s right fist dripped with blood, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

He nodded slightly and said casually,

“Not bad. He took 20% of my strength.”

Cedric added,

“Indeed. He matched 19.99999% of my power.”

Maxen stood to the side, unsure of what to say.

He asked tentatively,

“Uh… were you guys seriously fighting him?”

He had thought they were just playing around—he hadn’t even used his talent.

The two old men glared at Maxen and said in unison,

“Get lost!”

They wouldn’t miss the chance to beat up Shadow Nine.

Especially since Shadow Nine had just been resurrected and was at his weakest.

The white dog stepped aside, revealing a young man.

The moment he appeared, everyone felt an immense pressure on their shoulders.

Looking at the pale young man on the ground, Mike shook his head.

“Little Nine, I gave you a chance, and you blew it.”

With that, Mike’s figure faded, leaving behind only a projection of his power.

In the presence of a true Supreme Being, Shadow Nine couldn’t even remain conscious.

After Mike and the white dog disappeared, the young man’s face regained some color.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar faces around him, a hint of confusion in his gaze.

But someone as proud as him would never ask questions.

Mike, now disguised as an old man with a staff, looking like Gandalf, stroked his beard and said,

“To resurrect you, we needed intense emotional stimulation.

Afterward, you’ll survive, but you’ll also experience a period of berserk rage…”

The group had been trying to stop Shadow Nine’s rampage.

Though judging by Calderon and Cedric’s expressions, they might have been settling some personal scores.

Shadow Nine, his body aching all over, snorted coldly and said with forced calm,

“I know.”

“Alright, let’s get to business. The Apocalypse will arrive in one year.”

Mike waved his hand, and a Truth Core crystal appeared before Shadow Nine.

Without hesitation, Shadow Nine placed his hand on it.

Awakening talent…

A golden light shot out from the hundredth floor of the Tower of Truth.

With Mike’s permission, the light entered Shadow Nine’s body.

SSS-level talent…

Watching this, Mike couldn’t help but sigh.

“This feels like cheating.”

It was the same for him back then.

No matter what talent you drew, if humanity’s Supreme Being wanted you to have an SSS-level talent, you’d get one.

The fusion of the talent took only a moment.

Without wasting any time, Shadow Nine headed straight for the Tower of Truth.

Moments later, the humans inside the Tower of Truth heard a long-awaited and familiar announcement:

“Congratulations to participant [Shadow Reaper] for achieving an SSS-level conquer rating in the beginner instance!”