Just call me Thor

Chapter 600: Just wandering



Mike never expected the white dog to have such terrible taste.

It had fallen for Cerberus.

Grabbing the white dog by the head, Mike asked seriously,

"Which head of Cerberus do you like?"

The white dog hesitated.

"Uh... it's hard to choose. Can I have all three?"

"Go to hell!"

Mike tossed the white dog aside, refusing to deal with it any longer.

"When we go out, don't use your dog form," Mike instructed.

"Change into something else, like... a tiger?"

The white dog obediently transformed into a tiger.

It raised its head to the sky and let out a roar, but the sound that came out was unmistakably a dog's bark.

"Woof-"

Mike: ...

This is still a dog!

"When we're outside, keep quiet. Don't talk," Mike warned.

The white dog, now in tiger form, followed behind Mike. Its tail, still wagging like a dog's, betrayed its true nature.

Even though the talent had been manifested, Mike realized it didn't affect him much.

He could still receive prompts through his eyes.

So... did having the Eye of Truth or not having it make any difference?

In fact, Mike felt much lighter without it!

Reflecting on his time as a blind man, a bold thought crossed Mike's mind.

He turned to the white dog, suspicion in his voice.

"You... you're not secretly a debuff, are you?"

The white dog yelped as if its tail had been stepped on.

"You're slandering me! Slandering me!"

Mike: ...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

You just admitted it, didn't you?

The white dog, clearly embarrassed, kept repeating that Mike was slandering it.

Mike grabbed the dog by the ear and demanded,

"Tell me, is it possible that because you process so much information, you're hogging my resources and actually holding me back?"

The white dog stammered,

"Well... anything's possible!"

It quickly tried to defend itself.

"Look on the bright side! At least you're still alive and kicking, right? The past is the past-let it go!"

Mike thought for a moment, then asked,

"Let me confirm one last thing. I'm not related to the Supreme Beings by blood, right?"

As the SSS-tier Eye of Truth, capable of omniscience after nine awakenings, the white dog's life was tied to Mike's. It couldn't lie to him.

"Nope! No relation at all!"

Mike sat cross-legged, deep in thought.

"Is it possible... that I'm their elder?"

The white dog rolled its eyes.

"I suggest you stop reading those ridiculous web novels. What kind of absurd plot is that? Anyone writing something like that must have serious mental issues-"

Before it could finish, a stick appeared above its head.

The stick came down hard.

Ten minutes later, the white dog sat on the ground, bruised and battered, grumbling,

"We were just chatting! Why'd you have to get so worked up?! Don't tell me you've actually written novels before?"

Mike tossed the Force of Nature stick aside and sighed, lost in thought.

He trusted the Eye of Truth wouldn't lie to him.

This meant that the four generations of human Supreme Beings had no blood ties to one another.

If they did, the sacrifices made by their predecessors and the sacrifices Mike was prepared to make for the next generation might have felt more meaningful.

But in reality, there was no such connection.

This legacy ignored bloodlines entirely.

The selection of potential Supreme Beings was determined by the Truth Source, something no one could interfere with.

Even Nathan's son, Maxen, couldn't gain the Truth Source's recognition in front of Ares.

Mike asked one final question.

"If I pit my SSS-tier talent against the Supreme Demon God, what would happen?"

The white dog froze.

It didn't want to answer.

"There's no way to win," it finally said, sighing as it mimicked Mike's posture and sat down.

"You humans can hurt the Supreme Demon God. But when he kills you, he gains nothing.

"We're different.

"We can cause him some trouble, sure. But if he kills us... he'll grow stronger."

It was a no-win scenario.

Mike yawned.

o it really would take nine generations of Supreme Beings?

On the bright side, they were already on the fourth generation.

Once Mike became a Supreme Being, a hundred years later, the fifth generation of potential

Supreme Beings would emerge.

By then, Mike would likely take on the role of guardian.

As the white dog had mentioned before, the next generation would have one year to grow.

After that year, Mike would face the Supreme Demon God in a final battle.

By then, the apocalypse would likely be upon them.

"Heh, they really want to make sure we die, huh?"

Mike chuckled coldly.

Even with Maxen's limited intellect, it was obvious this was all tied to the Supreme Demon

God.

He had timed everything perfectly, leaving humanity with no room to maneuver before launching his full assault.

Though Apollo called him an idiot, anyone who had risen to the rank of Supreme Being in the previous era couldn't truly be a fool.

Even if their consciousnesses were in constant chaos, they never forgot the most important

thing: survival.

They sought to kill each other and seize control, all for the sake of living on as the sole ruler of

the world.

Naturally, they wouldn't overlook any possibilities.

The only real threat to the Supreme Demon God was humanity-those capable of wielding the

Truth Source.

Of the ten races involved in building the Tower of Truth, nine had ties to the Supreme Demon

God.

Even if they gained fragments of the Truth Source, they couldn't resist him and would

ultimately become his puppets.

Only humanity, the weakest race, incapable of cultivation in the previous era and without a Supreme Being, had no connection to the Supreme Demon God.

When the Truth was still conscious, its final act was to place its bet on humanity.

The Supreme Demon God, in his calculations, had timed everything perfectly, launching his

full assault without giving humanity much time to prepare.

But now, with a hundred years still to go, and only one enemy to face, Mike had plenty of time

to play the long game.

Back on the ninety-fifth floor, Mike breezed through the challenges, earning an SSSS-tier

score with ease.

He left the floor with the white dog in tow.

Glancing down at the white dog, Mike sneered,

"I'm starting to think you're just dead weight." [You've just gotten stronger, okay?!]

To be fair, Mike had indeed grown significantly since escaping the Sword Prison.

His current strength, combat ability, and survival skills were now on par with a Supreme

Being.

Even the strongest Ultimate Lords among humanity couldn't defeat him.

Only a few outliers could match him in battle:

- Shadow Three, deep in the Abyss.

- Maxen, with all seals removed.

- Afterskin.

Even then, they could only fight him to a draw.

If it came down to life and death, no matter how many simulations were run, the result was

always the same:

Mike would win.

Ares's Sword Prison had been intended as a test, but Mike had turned it into a supercharged

training ground.

Escaping the Sword Prison, even with a little help, had caused Mike's strength to skyrocket

beyond expectations.

After leaving the ninety-fifth floor, no global announcement was triggered.

After all, it wasn't even challenge time.

Mike had spent far too long on the ninety-fifth floor.

Now, he hovered outside the floor, suspended in mid-air.

Even without relying on Nightmare's Breeze, Mike could now fly near the Tower of Truth.

In just over a hundred days, Mike's progress had been nothing short of miraculous.

Why didn't he seem that strong?

For one, it has only been one hundred days since Mike completed his SSS-tier talent

awakening.

For another, the enemies he faced and the allies he worked with were so overwhelmingly powerful that they made him look like a rookie by comparison.

But give him ten years, and he is confident that his strength will match that of the other

supreme beings.

Arriving outside the ninety-ninth floor, Mike didn't even have to knock.

The door opened on its own.

Apollo stood in the doorway, a butterfly perched on his shoulder, as if preparing to leave.

"Let's go," Apollo said.

Mike hesitated, then asked cautiously,

"Where to?"

Apollo didn't hesitate.

"Just wandering."

With that, he stepped forward.

The moment Apollo left the Tower of Truth, the entire structure rose several dozen meters

into the air!

The tower, which had previously floated just above the ground, now hovered high above.

When Apollo had moved in, it had sunk.

Now, as he left, it rose again.

At the same time, every demon god in the Abyss fell silent.

All demon creatures ceased their battles, retreating to their nests, avoiding any contact with

human corps.

Even the Supreme Abyssal grew eerily quiet.

It was the silence of death.