Just call me Thor

Chapter 570: It’s the tower you wanted



Mike never expected that Michael, carrying the Golden Tree, could actually make it back alive. It was nothing short of a miracle.

After asking a few simple questions, Mike quickly realized something was off. Michael, too, seemed to sense it. He glanced at the tree on his shoulder, his expression growing

increasingly strange.

He suddenly remembered-this tree had always been carried by Maxen. Thor had never even touched it.

Michael's face twisted into an awkward grimace as a terrible suspicion crept into his mind. But then again, if this tree were truly that unlucky, his fragile little body would've been dead long ago. There was no way he could've carried it all this time.

Michael reassured himself: It's probably fine, right?

"Fine, my ass."

Mike shot him a glare, clearly unimpressed.

"If I'm not mistaken, Foreskin's been sticking close to you this whole time, hasn't he?"

Michael nodded, like a chicken pecking at grain.

"Ah... yes, yes, yes!"

Only Foreskin could suppress the unluckiness of the tree and keep Michael alive.

"For now, don't go anywhere. Just stay outside the Forest of Truth."

After settling Michael's immediate situation, Mike thought for a moment and added, "Go to the Mystic Market and place an order. Have Foreskin deliver this tree to Maxen when he has time."

This wasn't a task Mike could entrust to just anyone.

Besides, he had just sold a favor to Foreskin. Asking for a little help in return wasn't unreasonable.

With that, Mike returned to his private space.

"Phew-"

It felt like coming home.

Mike was lounging in the Heaven Pavilion, watching a golden pig sway back and forth in the air, accompanied by the sound of constant chewing.

Mike couldn't help but chuckle.

When it came to slacking off, Lilith had truly mastered the art.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Mike remarked.

"What else can I do?"

Lilith hummed a little tune as she swung lazily.

"Happy or not, it's still a day. Might as well be happy, right?"

Lilith's ability to slack off for so many years was largely thanks to the protection of humanity's Supreme Beings.

Morpheus's legacy wasn't much, but if you had to count, Lilith was definitely part of it.

Because of this connection, Lilith had always been treated exceptionally well. A single distress signal from her could summon Maxen in an instant.

Mike suddenly asked, "If one day I die too, and no one's around to protect you, what will you do?"

"What kind of joke is that?"

Lilith scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

"You're so strong. How could you possibly die before me?"

It was obvious that, despite her limited interactions with Thor, Lilith had a basic

understanding of his strength.

"I'm saying if," Mike emphasized.

The golden pig swayed in the air, falling silent.

After a long pause, Lilith asked timidly, "What kind of offerings do you like?"

Mike: ...

This one's hopeless.

From what Mike had gathered so far, the Blood Ancestor was likely in a state of false death

and would find a way to resurrect before the next Apocalypse.

The key to her resurrection lay with Lilith.

In truth, this wasn't hard to guess.

In Apollo's eyes, all members of the blood clan appeared as pigs.

Lilith, the golden pig, practically had the answer written on her face.

Her connection to the Blood Ancestor was likely more than just that of sisters. The Blood Ancestor had probably entrusted something crucial to Lilith-something even Lilith herself was unaware of.

This contingency plan was something Mike could guess.

The problem was whether or not he should help Lilith.

After a moment of hesitation, Mike decided to do nothing for now.

In the short term, he still had a month.

In the long term, Mike had 100 years.

And Lilith could slack off for another 100 years.

When the Apocalypse arrived and the Supreme Demon God emerged, no one would be able to

escape.

Setting aside the Blood Ancestor for now, Mike gave Lilith a gentle push, helping her swing higher.

While wandering through his private space, Mike unexpectedly discovered that Gabriel and Sylvanas had returned early.

The two hadn't stayed in the Void Maelstrom for long.

In hindsight, it made sense.

Sylvanas had the Ghost Source, and Gabriel had the Angelic Source.

When it came to sources, these were the ones most compatible with them. They didn't need

any others.

Sources weren't about quantity but compatibility.

The Greed Source, of course, was an exception.

Its holder would instinctively crave more sources...

Gabriel and Sylvanas had taken a brief tour of the Void Maelstrom, searching for traces of

Ares.

They even found an enemy Ares had failed to kill and interrogated him thoroughly.

Gabriel had beaten the enemy to the brink of death but ultimately spared him.

Sylvanas couldn't understand this.

Gabriel's explanation was simple:

"If Ares didn't kill him, how could I?"

Sylvanas: ...

On their way back, the two had casually killed a level 999 powerhouse, collecting his corpse

and source as a gift for Thor.

Mike assigned Bilbo to handle the inventory.

As Mike pondered how to further improve his strength, Fool Master approached, followed by

the Nature Elf Envoy, who was carrying a mountain of bags as if preparing to move.

A six-sided object arced through the air and landed in Mike's hand.

It was surprisingly heavy.

"What's this?"

Mike stared at the dull, gray cube, a question mark practically floating above his head.

Was this Fool Master's way of saying she'd failed at forging and was now planning to skip

town?

"It's the tower you wanted."

Fool Master spoke with pride.

"The tower is complete. My work here is done."

Mike examined the cube in his hand, applying a bit of pressure with his fingers, but he

couldn't break it.

He even tried biting it, only to find it completely indestructible.

Fool Master: ...

In all her years of forging SSS-grade equipment, this was the first time she'd been subjected

to such humiliation.

Biting it? Really?

Couldn't he just use his eyes to inspect it?

Was his SSS-grade talent fake or something?

After putting the cube away, Mike spoke again.

"The abyss has been restless lately."

He paused, choosing his words carefully, before asking, "Have you ever seen a client approve

the first draft of a design?"

Fool Master: ???

"Are you questioning my expertise?"

"Isn't it normal for clients to have some feedback? For example, I'm not satisfied with the

color of this tower. I wanted a black that's iridescent..."

Mike's tone was perfectly reasonable.

"If you don't revise it a few times, how will it show your professionalism?"

"Thor, what are you trying to say?"

Fool Master was clearly annoyed.

"Well, the abyss won't be peaceful for the next month."

Mike's tone grew sincere, almost pleading.

"If you leave now, who am I supposed to call for after-sales support?"

After-sales support?!

"This tower was a free gift! Did you pay for it? And now you want after-sales support?"

Fool Master laughed in disbelief.

"Do you want a refund too? Maybe a 'buy one, get ten free' deal?"

Mike's eyes lit up.

"Really? Isn't ten a bit much?"

Fool Master: ...

This guy was as greedy as ever.

She snorted dismissively. "What's so restless about the abyss?"

Though she grumbled, Fool Master didn't press further. With a cold huff, she turned and left.

After sending Fool Master on her way, Mike began planning his next steps.

He had seen and learned a lot during this trip.

To be honest, the other gains from the Void Maelstrom could wait.

The sheer amount of information he had uncovered about the truth was enough to keep him

busy for a while.

No matter what had happened in the past, the living could only look forward.

Mike understood this well.

Even if Ares's talent was related to time, it couldn't change what had already occurred.

If it could, someone like Ares would've found a way to save Nathan and kill the Supreme Demon God before his birth.

It sounded exactly like something Ares would do.

The white horse that had appeared during the battle was likely tied to Ares's talent.

From what Mike had learned, a Supreme Being's talent had to take a separate form and

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The Eye of Truth seemed particularly pleased with this fact.

Morpheus's talent, in a way, was Shadow Nine.

Shadow Nine couldn't use his talent because most of Dream Come True's power was

suppressing the Supreme Abyssal.

Even Shadow Nine had to return to Nathan's side to reclaim it.

Ares's talent had likely taken the form of the white horse.

Apollo's talent was probably the butterfly.

As for Thor's own talent...

What would it be?

Mike made up his mind and finalized his next steps.

After returning from the Void Maelstrom, Mike had reached level 899, just shy of the Lord

threshold.

With his mastery of the Greed Source of Calamity, crossing that final barrier would be easy.

But for now, he couldn't do it.

Although Apollo hadn't explicitly said so, Mike understood one thing:

He couldn't cross that threshold yet.

If he became a Lord, the dormant Supreme Demon God would awaken immediately.

There was no avoiding it.

The growth rate of a potential Supreme Being was terrifying.

Mike could become a Lord today and have near-Supreme-level combat power by tomorrow.

After all, it hadn't taken him long to go from level 1 to level 899.

With leveling off the table, Mike decided to focus on clearing the Tower of Truth.

At his current strength, the tower posed no real challenge.

He could simply explore each floor, scavenging for anything useful to aid in his tower-

building endeavors.

With that in mind, the clock struck midnight.

Mike timed it perfectly, entering the Tower of Truth to embark on another strange and

wonderful adventure.

...

In the Core City of Truth,

After summoning the Truth Core Crystal, Mike didn't rush to climb the tower.

Instead, he resumed his favorite pastime: bantering.

"Hey, hey, hey, Tower Spirit, you there? You there? You there?"

"Shut up! Be quiet!"

The irritable Tower Spirit was back online.

"How are you this strong already?"

Clearly, the Tower Spirit was shocked by Mike's rapid growth.

He had only reached the 42nd floor, yet he was already level 899, with power approaching that

of an Ultimate Lord.

Among potential Supreme Beings, Mike was undoubtedly the strongest.

Mike posed a sharp question:

"Tower Spirit, you wouldn't want me to start dismantling the Tower of Truth, would you?"

Tower Spirit: ???

Not this again. "What do you want?"

The Tower Spirit's voice trembled slightly, though it tried to sound firm.

"I'm warning you, if this tower breaks, the Supreme Demon God will escape!"

This tower was also a seal for the Supreme Demon God.

Messing with it was a death wish.

"Relax, I'm just kidding."

Mike chuckled, then asked, "If I'm not mistaken, this tower wasn't originally designed for

humanity's trials, was it?"

"...Correct."

The Tower Spirit grew wary.

Mike smiled, his grin slowly turning mischievous.

"So, originally, there was no need to climb it floor by floor?"

Tower Spirit: ???

"What are you planning?"

The Tower Spirit warned, "The one who set up the Tower of Truth like this was Morpheus.

And now you want to skip floors..."

Mike raised an eyebrow, sensing something important.

The Tower f Truth had been deliberately

Thinking about it, this made sense.

esigned this way?

When Mike had first heard about the tower, it was described as a desperate project for survival

-completely different from its current form.

Morpheus had been the first human to enter the Tower of Truth.

It was only after him that the tower was opened to all of humanity.

So, the Tower Spirit's words checked out.

As for more information about Morpheus, Mike couldn't extract much.

But he stayed focused on his original question.

Eventually, the Tower Spirit grew annoyed and asked, "Which floor do you want to go to?"

Mike had already prepared his answer. "All of them."

Tower Spirit: ...

"With my authority, I can only let you skip ahead three floors. Once you enter, you must

achieve the highest Exploration Rate to conquer them. If you fail, you won't be able to re- enter the Tower of Truth for a while..."

The Tower Spirit was pragmatic.

It knew that with Thor's personality, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

So, it was better to negotiate openly than let him come up with some harebrained scheme.

"Three floors, huh..."

Mike had expected to get just one exception.

He hadn't anticipated a buy one, get two free deal!

Feeling like he'd scored a bargain, Mike nodded.

"Alright, consider this favor repaid."

Tower Spirit: ???

After reaching an agreement, Mike didn't immediately skip ahead.

For now, he planned to climb the tower step by step.

The real boost would come at the end of the month, giving him a significant power-up just in

time.

For now, he would proceed methodically.

Choosing the 42nd floor, Mike heard the familiar system prompt:

"Wishing you an early conquest of the Tower of Truth!"