Just call me Thor

Chapter 574: Go find someone interesting



As the sword light faded, Mike's vision gradually returned.

The Supreme Abyssal had once again sealed itself, and the heavily wounded Supreme Demon God slowly sank back into slumber.

If this scene needed a caption, it would be: "Next human Supreme Being, please."

When Nathan had arrived, the Supreme Demon God was level 2000.

When Ares came, the Supreme Demon God was level 1999.

By the time Apollo would face him in the future, the Supreme Demon God would be level 1899.

Apollo's calculations from back then were likely correct-it would take at least nine generations of human Supreme Beings to completely kill the Supreme Demon God.

As the Supreme Demon God returned to his slumber, the swordsman turned and walked away. He was the only one to have survived a battle with the Supreme Demon God.

That achievement alone was enough to be proud of.

Before Mike, a notification appeared:

[Final Fate's Reversal: Enter a locked-health state. Designate one target as your enemy. All attacks will deal true damage to the locked target. Once all attacks are used or the target dies, the locked-health state ends, and the user... dies.]

So this was the Final Fate's Reversal...

Mike stared at the description, falling silent. Even his breathing slowed.

He had thought that after learning the truth about Nathan's death, he wouldn't feel heartache anymore.

But now, as the brutal reality of history unfolded before him, Mike realized just how much humanity's Supreme Beings had sacrificed.

In battle, Nathan had broken through to level 1000 and returned from the Heavenly Realm.

In a similar desperate situation, Ares had used his life as the price to engage in a fight to the death with the Supreme Demon God.

After unleashing the Final Fate's Reversal, the Supreme Demon God had no choice but to let Ares leave.

The reason was simple:

The more desperate Ares became, the more energy he unleashed.

Forcing Ares to stay in the Supreme Abyssal would only create more problems for the Supreme Demon God. It was better to let him go.

After using the Final Fate's Reversal, Ares could no longer pose a mortal threat to the Supreme Demon God.

Ares had burned his source, used his unique Supreme Mark, and gambled everything he had. He couldn't kill the Supreme Demon God, but he could continuously inflict severe damage. Mike noticed something else: when Ares left the Supreme Abyssal a century ago, the Broken Sword in his hand had disappeared.

Ares had also tried to retrieve Nathan's body, but the Supreme Demon God would never allow it.

Clearly, in the Supreme Demon God's eyes, Morpheus still had the potential to be resurrected. If Ares had succeeded, the Supreme Demon God might as well have buried himself in a coffin before Halloween.

...

Mike broke the silence and asked,

"Bro, every time you strike now, does it still hit the Supreme Demon God?"

Ares nodded. "That's correct."

Then, with a hint of surprise, he added,

"You could tell?"

Ignoring Ares's astonishment, Mike pressed on,

"So, if that's the case, doesn't that mean your battle with the Supreme Demon God isn't over? Technically speaking, you haven't really..."

The further Mike spoke, the quieter his voice became.

But Ares understood what he was implying.

If the battle wasn't over, then Ares couldn't be considered someone who had survived the Supreme Demon God.

But Ares was someone who always followed through on his words.

"Don't try to provoke me with such a clumsy trick."

Ares chuckled lightly and said casually,

"If I could, who wouldn't want to live a good life?"

Why did humanity's Supreme Beings have to challenge the Supreme Demon God?

Because if they didn't, people would die.

The moment the Supreme Demon God emerged, the first thing he'd do was destroy the Tower

of Truth. The second thing? Wipe out humanity.

Humanity was the only race with the potential to kill the Supreme Demon God.

The reason was simple:

Ten races had participated in building the Tower of Truth.

The Nine Races were all, to varying degrees, connected to the Supreme Demon God, becoming part of him.

As a result, they couldn't kill him.

But humanity, being too weak in ancient times, did not become part of the Supreme Demon

God.

This lack of involvement made them the only hope of killing the Supreme Demon God-and his primary target.

This was a life-and-death struggle with no room for retreat.

Mike understood this. Ares understood this. The Supreme Demon God understood this.

After a moment of thought, Mike asked again,

"Ares, how many strikes have you made over the years?"

"Not many."

Ares sighed, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

"In the past century, I've been a bit lazy. After all, I'm not the current Supreme Being.

Without the burden on my shoulders, it's easy to slack off..."

Mike didn't believe a single word of it-not even the punctuation marks.

Ares was clearly setting himself up to brag.

Mike tentatively asked,

"How many exactly?"

This number would determine how much longer Ares could live.

"Not many."

Ares thought for a moment, then casually slashed the void with his sword, as if he'd just had

an epiphany.

The strike echoed faintly in the Supreme Abyssal, accompanied by a distant wail.

Because of the Final Fate's Reversal, every strike Ares made landed on the Supreme Demon

God.

Ares finally gave a number:

"105,472 strikes."

His voice was filled with pride.

By now, Ares had told Mike more than enough.

Logically, Mike should have returned with Ares.

But when Mike turned to look at him, he was shocked to find that they were suddenly far

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A sense of unease crept over Mike.

Something wasn't right.

"Second bro, you..." Before Mike could finish his sentence, countless sword energies erupted around him!

Instinctively, Mike raised his shield, protecting all his vital points.

But the sword energies didn't harm him. Instead, they formed an indestructible sword prison

around him!

The scene felt eerily familiar.

When Maxen had encountered Ares, he'd been trapped in a similar way.

Ares explained,

"This sword prison essentially exiles you into this river of time. If you can learn something

from it, maybe you'll find your way out..."

Ares didn't expect Mike to master all the techniques within the sword prison.

In fact, even Maxen wouldn't be able to achieve that. Ares's expression grew serious, his usual playful demeanor fading.

"What's about to happen will be dangerous. Anyone could die-me, Apollo, no one can

guarantee survival..."

If it were just about dealing with the Supreme Demon God, Ares wouldn't be so cautious.

The problem was that Shadow Nine intended to retrieve Nathan's body.

This was something the Supreme Demon God would never allow.

In other words, both Ares and Apollo would face immense pressure, with a real risk of falling.

At that point, Apollo might not even be able to protect himself, let alone Mike.

Humanity needed to keep at least one Supreme Being alive.

"If you can break out of the sword prison on your own, it'll mean you're capable of joining the

fight..."

Ares's voice grew fainter as the white horse disappeared from Mike's sight.

The message was clear: the sword prison wouldn't harm Mike-it would simply trap him in

this recording.

How long it would take him to escape depended entirely on himself.

It could be the next second, or it could be 100 years...

If Mike was particularly dense, the Supreme Demon God might show up at his doorstep before

The managed to break free.

Inside the sword prison, Mike didn't panic.

Ares's words didn't faze him in the slightest.

If it was a prison, there had to be a way out.

Mike wasn't worried.

He sat cross-legged, holding the Thunderclap Hammer in his hands.

As he lowered his head, the image of Ares's final strike seemed to appear before him.

The Final Fate's Reversal.

Using it came with one good news and one bad news.

Good news: You're locked in a state of invincibility.

Bad news: When the invincibility ends, you die.

For the past century, every strike Ares had made not only hit his enemies but also landed on

the Supreme Demon God.

When the 108,001st strike was made, it would mark Ares's death.

Even if Mike didn't want to learn this technique, just seeing it once was enough for him to grasp it.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Why did I have to learn such an unlucky move..."

...

In the unseen river of time, after his battle with the Supreme Demon God, Ares dragged his

heavily injured body out of the Supreme Abyssal.

This was a scene from a century ago, known only to those who were there.

In the brief moment when Ares's aura weakened, Apollo broke through a certain barrier.

From that moment on, humanity gained a new Supreme Being-Apollo.

The black-clad swordsman glanced at Apollo, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Shaking his head, he said seriously,

"My evaluation? You're not as good as me."

Apollo stood there like a block of wood, silent for a moment before nodding.

"True."

He was always honest.

Apollo knew that in a battle against the Supreme Demon God, he couldn't achieve what Ares

had.

To be precise, only Ares could do what he did.

The reason was simple:

His name was Ares.

The black-clad swordsman sighed, shaking his head in resignation.

"You're so boring. I hope the next Supreme Being is more interesting. Otherwise, I'll have no

one to talk to—it'll be unbearably dull."

With that, he ignored the newly minted Supreme Being, didn't even offer congratulations,

and turned to leave.

As he walked, Ares opened a jar of wine, drinking deeply. The liquid was as red as blood.

Not long after Ares left, Apollo raised a finger, and a butterfly landed on it.

Looking at the butterfly, Apollo thought for a moment and said,

"Go find someone interesting." There wasn't much he could do for Ares.

Since he owed him a life, he'd do what little he could.

The butterfly was about to take flight but hesitated, as if sensing something.

It stopped.

Apollo withdrew his finger, calculating silently.

"In a hundred years, then."