Just call me Thor

Chapter 479: Don't disappoint me



Fool Master let out a cold laugh, ignoring Thor.

"Fool, hear me out," Mike said earnestly, "What good are those Mystic Market shares to you? No dividends, you're not a major shareholder, just a name with no real benefits!"

"I like it that way!" Fool Master wasn't foolish. Holding shares in the Mystic Market wasn't about money for her. It was a shield.

Truth be told, Supreme Being Apollo, though never leaving the Tower of Truth, had a terrifying influence in the abyss. As long as she held those shares, she was respected among both humans and demons!

"Look at your little schemes," Mike scoffed, seeing through Fool Master's thoughts. "If it were that effective, why are you here?"

That struck a nerve with Fool Master. "Nonsense! Mars (Ares) had a sword to my throat. Did I have a choice?"

Indeed, the name of Supreme Being Apollo was formidable. Across the world, only a few could ignore Apollo's protection. Ares happened to be one of them.

"But have you ever thought about who the next Supreme Being will be?" Mike asked sincerely.

"Thor, do you think I'm easily scared?!" Fool Master snapped, "I crafted Nightmare's Breeze, Ares's sword, and even your third bro's lyre! In terms of contributions to humanity, I'm ahead of you!"

A demon race member boasting about contributions to humanity against a potential Supreme Being. Mike was a bit confused.

Fool Master continued, her anger rising, "You don't keep me around to craft equipment for the fifth potential Supreme Being, and you think you can threaten me?!"

"No, there won't be a fifth potential Supreme Being!" Mike said matter-of-factly, "Apollo and I will team up and take down the Supreme Demon God. Why would we need a fifth potential Supreme Being?"

Thor's words were incredibly arrogant. Fool Master sneered, "Anyone can boast."

Regarding how to kill the Supreme Demon God, Fool Master trusted Apollo's judgment more. Apollo had calculated that to kill the Supreme Demon God, humanity would need nine generations of Supreme Beings. Not one less! These nine generations would have to be fearless, charging forward to battle the Supreme Demon God. Only then would there be a chance to completely kill the Supreme Demon God!

"Alright, I don't have time for your nonsense," Mike waved his hand, dismissing the topic of the Supreme Demon God. "Let's go over this again."

Mike analyzed seriously, "You have Mystic Market shares, and I want them. You hold them for Supreme Being protection. I'll be a Supreme Being in the future..."

Fool Master interrupted firmly, "Talk to me when you become a Supreme Being."

And thus, the initial negotiation over "Thor's Fair Acquisition of Mystic Market Shares" broke down. Clearly, getting those shares from Fool Master was more challenging than Mike had imagined. Even so, Mike was determined to keep trying. After all, it was the Mystic Market, incredibly wealthy!

Mike decided to shift gears, returning to the original topic, "Let's not talk about shares. What should I ask the Tower Spirit for? You must have some ideas."

According to their initial agreement, Apollo would take 70%, and the remaining 30% would be split evenly between Mike and Fool Master. The better the items Mike brought back, the more Fool Master would get.

"Let me think..." Fool Master pondered, "The thirty-second floor is a very special place, originally a holy site for the angel race."

The Nine Races claimed to have created the Tower of Truth.

The Lower Three Races: elves, blood clan (vampires), and werewolves.

The Middle Three Races: angels, ghosts, and Chaos.

It seemed reasonable for the Tower of Truth to have a holy site for the angel race.

"A holy site for the angel race?" Mike raised an eyebrow, "Tell me more!"

The more information he had, the easier the challenge would be, and the greater the rewards. Fool Master was willing to share this intel. After all, once Thor reached the thirty-second floor, he could figure it out with his talent.

"It's called a holy site, but it's actually a valley used for sacrifices," Fool Master said disdainfully, "The angel race is the disgrace of the Middle Three Races, both in strength and character, they're the worst of the worst!"

Mike immediately understood Fool Master's point. But... although the angel race was despicable among the Middle Three Races, their strength was not to be underestimated. What race was worthy of angel sacrifices?

Mike had a sinking feeling, a bad premonition. Could it be the Upper Three Races?

Fool Master continued, "This valley's sacrifices are for one of the Upper Three Races-the dragon race! Through sacrifices, the angel race would have the dragon race bestow some power. The original challenge design was for participants to gather enough resources, then sacrifice in the valley to ultimately conquer."

Listening to Fool Master's explanation, Mike caught a key point: On the thirty-second floor, participants were essentially working for the angel race! It seemed like participants were rewarded for their labor with conquest and rewards.

But in reality, the offerings provided by participants, once sacrificed, had their benefits from the dragon race hidden away by the angels!

Thor saw through this scheme immediately!

"But now the thirty-second floor has been taken..." Fool Master frowned slightly, a shadow crossing her brow, "You probably won't need to sacrifice, and what the dragon race bestows might not be a power projection..."

Mike understood Fool Master's implication. "Are you saying a powerful dragon might descend?"

"Not quite," Fool Master shook her head, "It should be a soul form, source power, something more troublesome... Why are you laughing?"

Opposite Fool Master, Thor's grin was almost splitting his face. He hadn't stopped smiling!

"If a powerful dragon descends..." Mike asked eagerly, "Does that mean I can start reaping dragon profits early?!"

"That's the gist of it!" Fool Master didn't continue discussing this with Thor.

She had said what needed to be said. Anything truly unspeakable, if Fool Master dared to voice it, Apollo might not hesitate to kill her.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Fool Master had said enough, and Mike had a rough idea. His most troublesome opponent in this challenge would likely be a powerful dragon descending from higher levels. But since these dragons were in soul form, maybe...

"Maybe there's a chance to seal it," Mike suddenly thought, wouldn't it be interesting to bring back an entire dragon?!

With that thought, Mike was actually looking forward to it! "Middle Three Races' angels, don't let me down! Please sacrifice a wealthy dragon!"

Mike understood the rules of the Tower of Truth well! In the Tower of Truth, beings above level 990 must enter the Temple of Truth. Only under special rule permissions could they

venture out.

In other words, no matter what enemies Mike faced on the thirty-second floor, their level wouldn't exceed 990! What's there to fear?!

At midnight, Mike returned to the Core City of Truth, first chatting with his disciple Light Nine. Learning that Light Nine had passed the probation period and started his job, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

Mike reminded him, "Disciple, if you ever get laid off, make sure to get your severance pay

before leaving!"

Light Nine nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I'm off to reclaim the thirty-second floor. You keep leveling up." With that, Mike

sent Light Nine on his way.

Light Nine's jurisdiction now spanned from the thirty-first to the sixtieth floor. However, with the Supreme Demon God's subordinates occupying the area, it was temporarily offline. Going there would be dangerous for Light Nine. Moreover, Light Nine was different from Vladimir and Dracula.

Having walked out of the thirty-first floor alive, truly 'alive,' Light Nine had to bear all the

costs of 'living.'

For example: death.

If Light Nine were killed, he would die!

If Mike died in the Tower of Truth, as a participant, he could be resurrected. Although such experiences were rare, it undoubtedly made Thor bolder in his challenges!

Summoning the Core Crystal of Truth, Mike placed his hand on it and selected the thirty-

second floor.

A weary voice sounded in his ear, "Wishing you an early conquest of the Tower of Truth.——"

...

Tower of Truth, thirty-second floor.

Before it opened to the public, the black mist had already taken over this floor. Surprisingly, the angel race members residing here were unharmed.

Before the black mist invaded the thirty-second floor, they had surrendered. In short, the angels' strength was largely intact. At this moment, they were taking orders from a mass of

black mist!

Two masses of black mist had invaded the Tower of Truth, one stationed on the fiftieth floor, the other responsible for floors thirty-one to forty. From within the black mist, a gentle voice spoke, "Is everything ready?"

An elderly six-winged angel stepped forward, bowing respectfully before speaking, "All the

resources accumulated in our holy site over the past few centuries are ready for sacrifice at any

time."

After speaking, a hint of hesitation flashed across the old angel's face. Bracing himself, he said, "Honored one, are we really going to do this?"

His words clearly reflected the thoughts of many angels behind him. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare oppose the presence within the black mist alone.

Seeing no rebuttal from the black mist, the old angel gathered his courage and continued,

"Spending our centuries of savings to bet on that forbidden existence, opposing humanity... honored one, please reconsider!"

His words were sincere, as if he truly cared for the honored one.

"Ha." The black mist chuckled, then asked, "So, in your opinion, should we sit on the

sidelines, wait for the forbidden existence and humanity to fight to the death, and then help

the winner?"

The old angel was taken aback, his expression turning sour, but he nodded stiffly, "That

would be wise!"

He hadn't expected the honored one to speak so bluntly. The words were crude but true! In their view, being a fence-sitter wasn't so bad.

"Alright, I'm reasonable," the black mist spoke again, "Let's vote. How many support his

view? Raise your wings to vote."

Among the elite angels present, the weakest being a peak Chief, nearly a third raised their

wings.

"Good, very good." In the next instant, over thirty black beams shot from the mist, piercing through these angels, snuffing out their life force completely!

Over thirty powerful angels, killed just like that! The black mist's actions sent a chill through

the angels, leaving them trembling, speechless.

"I said I'm reasonable," the black mist spoke again, "Now, does anyone oppose my plan?"

The angels all prostrated themselves, none daring to speak up. The black mist snorted coldly, "Since no one objects, throw these wastes onto the altar. Don't let them go to waste."

The angels busied themselves, moving corpses, preparing to activate the sacrificial runes...

The black mist remained still, not interfering. Whether it was humanity's Supreme Being or the forbidden existence-Supreme Demon God... Both were the strongest beings, supreme

powerhouses!

No one was fit to be the fisherman in this war. Everyone caught in this vortex had to stake their fate's chips in this gamble! No turning back, no stopping. Until the dust settled...

The black mist murmured to itself, a rare hint of anticipation in its voice. "Centuries of savings, plus over thirty powerful angel corpses... can it summon a potential

Supreme Being of the dragon race?"

"Don't disappoint me!"