Just call me Thor

Chapter 602: Fifteen dollars



"Don't panic just yet!"

Shadow Two was still clinging to Thor's leg, wailing like a child. At this point, Mike couldn't tell if he was genuinely insane or just putting on an act.

Mike grabbed Shadow Two by the collar and dragged him in front of Apollo.

"Third Bro, let's figure out how to treat this illness first."

Unlike Shadow One and Shadow Two, Mike knew Apollo better. He understood that Apollo wouldn't actually kill Shadow Two.

Whatever the solution was, it was better to hear it directly from Apollo.

Apollo was always reasonable.

Apollo looked at Shadow Two and began to repeat the treatment plan he had in mind. "One-"

Before he could finish, Shadow Two let out a shriek and pitifully asked,

"Third Aunt, is there any way to treat me without killing me?"

Another voice from within Shadow Two chimed in, "Yeah, don't kill me either!"

Both of the wills inside Shadow Two were clinging to life with everything they had.

Mike: ...

This illness couldn't be delayed any longer.

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Hearing Shadow Two's plea, Apollo nodded. "There is."

Shadow Two immediately stopped struggling. His body slumped into a half-sitting position, as if he were seated on an invisible chair. He even mimed holding a pen, like a student attentively taking notes in class.

Apollo continued,

"If you don't get treated, you'll die when your father dies."

Shadow Two: ???

He hadn't expected to be so closely tied to his father's fate!

Shadow Two instinctively asked,

"When will my father die?"

Apollo answered seriously, "Within a hundred years."

Shadow Two collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror and panic.

This illness had to be treated!

But treating it required money.

Apollo didn't have money. Shadow Two didn't have money. Thor, however, did have money!

Shadow Two lunged at Mike, hugging his leg and sobbing,

"Mr. Thor, please save your poor nephew..."

This was Shadow Two's only hope for survival!

Mike, disgusted, kicked him away and looked at the snot and tears on his clothes. He said seriously, "You're paying for the dry cleaning."

Mike hadn't expected the Fifth Demon God to die so soon.

Within a hundred years...

So, during the next Apocalypse, then?

The next Apocalypse would be the ultimate reckoning for humanity, the demon race, and the Supreme Demon God.

Everything-life or death, victory or defeat-would be decided in that battle.

But setting aside the Fifth Demon God's death for now, Shadow Two's survival depended on treating his illness.

As for the money...

If money could solve the problem, it wasn't really a problem for Mike.

After all, Mike was exceptionally good at making money.

Why else had he worked so hard to earn it, if not to spend it when it mattered?

Feeling a surge of generosity, Mike pulled out a contract that was practically a slave

agreement and placed it in front of Shadow Two.

"Here, sign this, and I'll cover all your medical expenses."

Shadow Two hesitated, unsure if it was worth it.

Shadow One sighed and said something that crushed Shadow Two's resistance.

"For the next hundred years, Thor's going to be in charge anyway. Whether you sign it or not, what difference does it make?"

Shadow Two thought about it and realized she was right.

He was already crazy, and Shadow One had spent years dealing with him. Convincing him was as easy as tricking a child.

So, Shadow Two signed his name on the contract!

Mike put the contract away and turned to Apollo, asking seriously,

"How much will it cost to treat Shadow Two?"

Everyone perked up their ears, eager to hear what kind of astronomical figure Apollo would

name.

After all, this was the first time in history that the human Supreme Being Apollo was treating

someone.

Shadow Two had even signed away his freedom for this!

Having signed the contract, Shadow Two secretly hoped Apollo would demand an outrageous

sum, enough to bankrupt Thor.

That way, Shadow Two could at least feel like he got even with Thor.

Apollo, however, answered meticulously,

"About 15 dollars."

...

15 dollars?

Everyone stared at each other, dumbfounded.

Shadow Two had sold himself for a mere 15 dollars.

Not 15 Mystic Market credits.

Not 15 Lord merits.

Not 15 gold coins.

Just... 15 dollars.

Shadow Two felt like he must truly be insane to have done something so stupid.

He grabbed Shadow One and shook her, shouting,

"Shadow One, you should sell yourself too!"

Shadow One kicked him away.

"Get lost. I'm not as cheap as you."

Mike pulled out a 100-dollar bill and handed it to Apollo.

Apollo didn't take it. Instead, he looked at Mike and said, "I don't have change."

Mike: ...

"Then just keep the rest as a tip."

Apollo, ever meticulous, replied, "I need to give you change."

Mike had no choice but to go to the roadside and exchange the bill for 15 dollars in smaller

denominations. He handed the exact amount to Apollo.

Apollo began performing a divination for Shadow Two.

After a moment, he said,

"You'll live."

Shadow Two: ???

That's it?

"What else were you expecting?"

Mike rolled his eyes.

"You spent 15 dollars. What more do you want?"

Apollo's divination was part of the treatment.

In truth, this kind of minor issue didn't cost Apollo much energy.

Shadow Two wasn't someone with far-reaching implications.

When it came to people like Nathan, whose fate involved the trajectory of two races and the

Supreme Demon God, things got much more complicated.

After finishing the divination, Apollo prescribed a "treatment plan":

"Stay alive."

Shadow Two: ???

What kind of treatment plan was that?

Mike had to step in and translate for Apollo.

"What Apollo means is, you need to stay alive for now. Whatever you do, don't die. If you die,

the illness can't be treated."

Everyone:...

Thor's ability to interpret Apollo's cryptic words was truly unmatched.

"Got it! Got it!"

Shadow Two nodded repeatedly. His third aunt was absolutely right!

If he died, the illness couldn't be treated!

Shadow Two quickly forgot about selling himself for 15 dollars.

He even looked at Thor with hopeful eyes and asked seriously,

"Fourth Bro, now that I've sold myself to the Guardian Shadow, if someone tries to kill me,

you'll save me, right?"

Before Mike could respond, Shadow Two's other voice chimed in,

"Save you? Hell no! Fourth Bro probably bought you some overpriced insurance and will just

sue whoever kills you..."

Mike: ...

"Alright, shut up for now."

Mike turned to Apollo and cautiously asked,

"What's next?"

Apollo thought for a moment and said,

"I'm going to the Abyss."

The Abyss?

Mike shivered, unsure what Apollo was planning this time.

Apollo had once heard Cain say, "Read books, go to the Abyss, kill demons."

He had already read books.

Even though he found it boring, he had done it.

Now, Apollo figured it was time to visit the Abyss.

Mike asked nervously, "Are you going to find the Supreme Demon God?"

"No."

Apollo initially planned to leave it at that.

But realizing Mike might misunderstand, he added,

"Just going to kill a demon god."

Before Mike could say anything else, Apollo left him with one final instruction:

"Wait for me in the Forest of Truth."

Mike blinked, and Apollo was already gone.

Apollo had gone to the Abyss?

Mike quickly grabbed the white dog and headed for the Forest of Truth.

In reality, Apollo returned before Mike even reached the Forest of Truth.

Just as he had said, killing a demon god didn't take much effort. When Apollo returned, he was carrying the severed head of a demon god.

He casually tossed it next to the Monument of Faith, where its blood soaked into the

monument and was quickly absorbed.

Mike, standing nearby, was at a loss for words.

A quick trip to the Abyss to kill a demon god...

It was something Mike could technically do now as well.

It would just take him a few more rounds of lightning to get the job done.

The result would be the same.

But to do it with Apollo's level of ease... Mike still had a long way to go.

Standing before the Monument of Faith, Apollo stared at it for a moment before speaking

softly,

"Nathan was right."

He looked at the names etched into the monument, then down at the demon god's head, and

shook his head.

"Killing demon gods really is meaningless."