Just call me Thor

Chapter 598: So I’ll look cooler when I die



The door opened.

Mike walked into the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, taking a seat in an empty chair.

To be honest, he had no idea what he was doing here.

Mike couldn't even see!

But even without sight, he could guess that, aside from Apollo and himself, there was probably a butterfly in the room.

The moment Mike stepped through the door, the sky above the Forest of Truth suddenly darkened.

It wasn't nightfall.

It was the countless butterflies rising into the air, blotting out the sun!

These butterflies gathered in the sky, forming long, black rivers that stretched upward, creating a staircase that climbed toward the Tower of Truth.

As the butterflies stirred, the entire world seemed to shift. It was as if invisible gears had begun to turn, and an unseen hand was pushing everyone forward.

At the edge of the Forest of Truth, a faint figure stood silently, gazing at the black staircase.

In the Supreme Abyssal, Shadow Nine and Calderon, who had been climbing a mountain, suddenly stopped. Both turned to look into the distance.

There, an unspeakable and terrifying will was slowly awakening.

Its awakening felt like the apocalypse itself. Even Calderon, who had faced countless horrors, was overwhelmed by an oppressive force that made his entire body tremble.

He shivered uncontrollably, caught between fear and excitement.

His voice quivered as he muttered, "So this... this is what he faced back then?"

If that was true...

The pressure Nathan had endured back then was unimaginable!

Just being able to stand on the battlefield against such a force was already a miracle.

Even Calderon, as he was now, could barely withstand the faint traces of this presence. If he were to face the fully awakened Supreme Demon God, he'd probably collapse on the spot!

Shadow Nine's face darkened as he muttered grimly,

"Back then... I was scared too."

Being afraid of the Supreme Demon God wasn't shameful.

Not at all.

While the two exchanged words, Ares appeared outside the Supreme Abyssal.

He wasn't carrying a sword.

Looking at the awakening Supreme Demon God, Ares yawned and casually asked, "Is my son here?"

The next moment, Maxen was brought to the edge of the Supreme Abyssal.

Ares stared ahead, his eyes gradually filling with killing intent.

"Looks like I'll have to get serious this time."

But let's set aside the situation in the Supreme Abyssal for now.

The real spark that ignited everything was happening on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth.

And the only witness to it all-Mike-was blind.

Even if he wanted to see, he couldn't...

Mike couldn't see the butterflies flying into the room.

These butterflies circled Apollo once before refusing to merge with him.

Each butterfly carried power far beyond that of a Nine-Star Lord. They were fragments of Apollo's strength, which he had deliberately stripped away.

The sheer number of butterflies was a testament to Apollo's terrifying power.

One by one, the butterflies merged into the black butterfly hovering in the air.

As the black butterfly grew stronger, Apollo grew weaker.

This process went on for a long time.

During this time, Mike cautiously whispered, "Third Bro, if there's a bug to exploit, exploit it. Shadow Nine taught me that."

To be fair, Mike was a natural genius when it came to exploiting bugs.

But Shadow Nine had been doing it longer.

And as Apollo's instructor, Shadow Nine had always been a good teacher in this regard.

Apollo nodded slightly but didn't respond to Mike.

More and more butterflies fused with the black butterfly, while Apollo's complexion grew rosier, and streaks of white appeared in his hair...

Mike could even hear Apollo's heartbeat!

And that was *not* a good sign.

It meant Apollo's power was plummeting- he had already fallen to the level of a quasi- Supreme, and he was still dropping!

Emotionally, Mike supported Apollo's decision.

But... this decision could very well doom the entire world.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Without the protection of Apollo, humanity's Supreme Being, who would stop the Supreme

Demon God once he emerged?

And how many lives would it cost to stop him?

Ares? Shadow Nine? Calderon? Maxen?

Would it all fall to Thor in the end?

Ever since learning Morpheus's true identity, Mike had understood one thing:

To protect humanity, anyone could die.

Even Morpheus had fallen in battle...

Caught in this storm of emotions, Mike endured the most agonizing moments of his life.

He even prepared himself.

If the Supreme Abyssal erupted into chaos, he'd have the Tower Spirit secure Apollo, head to

the ninety-fifth floor, take a bath, change his clothes, and march into the Supreme Abyssal to

fight.

Time passed slowly, and Apollo grew weaker and weaker.

Quasi-Supreme... Nine-Star Lord... Chief... General...

Every butterfly in the Forest of Truth had entered the ninety-ninth floor.

A butterfly flew out from Apollo's robe and merged with the black butterfly in the air.

From this day forward, Apollo was Apollo, the Source of the World was the Source of the World, and the butterfly was the butterfly.

Apollo looked at the butterfly before him, nodded in satisfaction, and murmured,

"So it was me dreaming of the butterfly."

In the Supreme Abyssal, the moment Apollo resolved his inner conflict, countless waves of demonic energy surged. Every demon creature outside the Supreme Abyssal instantly

perished!

Their bodies dissolved into pure demonic energy, which poured into the awakening, malevolent will, pushing its power to its peak!

On the snowy mountain, Shadow Nine and Calderon could barely remain standing, having exhausted all their strength. They were no match for this force.

Even if Shadow Nine reclaimed *Dream Come True*, it wouldn't be enough against the

Supreme Demon God.

The reason was simple.

The Supreme Demon God had only ever wanted to kill four people:

Morpheus, Ares, Apollo, and Thor.

These were the only beings who posed a mortal threat to him.

No matter how strong Shadow Nine was, he couldn't deliver a fatal blow to the Supreme

Demon God.

Outside the Supreme Abyssal, Ares had changed into white robes, and Maxen was helping him

don heavy armor.

As Maxen worked, he muttered,

"Ares, is this really going to help?"

Ares scolded him, "How many times do I have to tell you? Out here, call me Godfather."

Maxen: ...

"Godfather, is this really going to help?"

Ares shook his head. "No."

"Then why are you wearing it?"

Ares thought for a moment and replied,

"So I'll look cooler when I die."

Maxen: ???

Godfather, is something wrong with you?

The fight hadn't even started, and you're already planning your death?

Looking at the awakening Supreme Demon God in the distance, Ares exhaled slowly. The killing intent in his eyes was so intense it felt tangible.

After the final *Fate's Reversal*, Ares would die.

That was the price of fighting the Supreme Demon God.

Even someone as gifted as Ares couldn't escape this fate.

In truth, the final *Fate's Reversal* was already an exploit of the system.

Exploiting a bug within a bug? Impossible.

"I know what the consequences of my actions are, but I have no regrets."

"Still..."

Ares glanced around and sighed.

Maxen, still clueless, couldn't understand why Ares was sighing.

Ares looked at Maxen with an expression full of disappointment.

His godson wasn't very sharp today.

Maxen: ???

Finally, he understood. Ares was lamenting the lack of someone to hype him up.

But Maxen, feeling utterly lost, threw up his hands and gave up.

"Godfather, just say what you want to say."

"Fine, I'll say it."

Ares looked at Maxen, then waved dismissively.

"I'm a swordsman. Haven't you noticed? I'm unarmed. I forgot to bring my weapon today, so

let's postpone the fight."

Maxen: ???

Back on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, Apollo was weaker than ever.

To be precise, Apollo was now just an ordinary middle-aged man.

A butterfly hovered silently in the air.

Even without his power, Apollo's wisdom remained intact.

He could guess that the idiot in the Supreme Abyssal was already stirring.

The Supreme Demon God's plan was simple:

Finish off the heavily injured Ares, then find a way to kill Apollo, leaving the still-developing

Thor...

The Supreme Demon God had waited three centuries for this opportunity. He wouldn't let it

slip away!

Apollo frowned slightly, annoyed.

Mike was about to say something, but Apollo raised a hand to stop him.

Apollo stared at the butterfly, and the butterfly stared back.

This butterfly was the Source of the World, wielding the peak power of humanity's Supreme

Being, with an awakened SSS-level talent.

Even the Supreme Demon God would hesitate to face it.

Watching the standoff, Mike's palms were sweaty. He had no idea how this would end.

[Reminder: You're blind, so technically, you can't see this.]

Mike: ...

One wrong move, and the world could end.

And you're cracking jokes? Really?

As Mike held his breath, Apollo's next words finally eased his tension.

Growing increasingly irritated, Apollo looked at the butterfly and said,

"Fuck off."

The butterfly moved.

It flew out of the ninety-ninth floor, drifting downward.

Mike didn't need to see to know where it was going.

The butterfly was probably heading to the Supreme Abyssal to take a look at the Supreme

Demon God.

The Supreme Demon God wouldn't dare move.

For now, the crisis was averted.

Mike unclenched his fists, his palms slick with sweat.

He hadn't expected Apollo, now an ordinary man, to still be able to communicate with and

even command the butterfly.

If it was just Apollo's influence, that didn't quite add up.

Noticing Mike's confusion, Apollo casually explained,

"The butterfly is wondering whether it's a butterfly or a human."

Mike: ...

Good grief. This wasn't just exploiting bugs anymore.

This was an infinite loop!

The butterfly thought it might be Apollo.

And Apollo thought he might be the butterfly. Mike couldn't help but marvel.

Even bugs could be nested like this?