Just call me Thor

Chapter 590: Holy fuck, that was amazing



Above the river of time, Mike and the child stood silently in midair, watching the events unfold below.

After being spat out by the Supreme Demon God, Afterskin unleashed a torrent of profanity, hurling every insult imaginable at the towering, malevolent entity.

His core philosophy was simple:

If you've got the guts, kill me!

It was a sentiment that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Fifth Demon God's attitude.

Mike understood that, as the chosen one of the Apocalypse, Afterskin's life had likely been anything but pleasant.

Especially after being swallowed by the Supreme Demon God...

At first, the Supreme Demon God's plan had likely been to assimilate Afterskin.

The Apocalypse couldn't destroy the Tower of Truth, nor could it destroy the Supreme Demon God.

However, the Supreme Demon God had its own internal problems. Countless powerful wills were locked in an eternal struggle within its body, vying for control.

Every second, these wills fought to dominate the Supreme Demon God's form.

If one succeeded, it would mercilessly annihilate all the others.

The Supreme Beings participating in this battle were all driven by an unrelenting determination to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

Each sought to achieve their own glory, even if it meant sacrificing everyone else.

By absorbing Afterskin into its body, the Supreme Demon God had hoped to use the Apocalypse's destructive power to eliminate some of its weaker competitors.

But in the end, the Supreme Demon God's plan had failed.

Without Afterskin's unluckiness, the Tower of Truth-originally the most powerful source weapon-would never have become the seal that suppressed the Supreme Demon God.

The child, noticing Mike's confusion, offered an explanation.

"It was his idea to eat Afterskin."

The "his" in question was, of course, the Fifth Demon God.

Mike nodded slightly. If the Fifth Demon God's true identity was what Mike suspected, this was indeed something he would do.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The Fifth Demon God was the one who understood the Tower of Truth better than anyone else.

By suggesting they absorb Afterskin, he had turned the tables. Under the influence of Afterskin's unluckiness, the Supreme Demon God had ended up sealed by the Tower of Truth instead.

In just a few sentences, the child had revealed a deadly game of strategy and risk.

Even as a mere observer, Mike felt a chill run down his spine.

To turn the tide in such a dire situation, minimize losses, and seal the Supreme Demon God within the Tower of Truth-only to be the first to escape after the Abyss opened...

Mike had to admit, the Fifth Demon God had some serious skills.

If not, things wouldn't have turned out the way they had.

The Fifth Demon God bore full responsibility for this mess.

Mike refocused on the scene below.

Afterskin's relentless insults didn't seem to anger the Supreme Demon God.

To the Supreme Demon God, it wasn't even clear who Afterskin was yelling at.

When Afterskin finally ran out of breath, the Supreme Demon God's chaotic consciousness regained a sliver of clarity.

Its voice echoed, as if countless mouths were speaking at once, each word grating on the ears.

"Find the human potential Supreme Being..."

Afterskin shot back, "You're just a cock! Kiss my ass!"

The Supreme Demon God continued,

"There are... many... potential Supreme Beings among the humans... which one..."

Afterskin interrupted, "Pick one who can kill your bitch ass!"

For every sentence the Supreme Demon God uttered, Afterskin had a retort. The back-and- forth was as chaotic as it was absurd.

The Supreme Demon God's fragmented consciousness spiraled into another bout of madness.

"The one from the Blackwell family... his unyielding spirit... the sound of it breaking would be exquisite..."

"Calderon... too weak..."

"This one won't do either..."

"Wait... I foresee... a terrifying weapon will soon be born among the humans..."

"No more waiting... the Tower of Truth must be opened... the Apocalypse... is near..."

The Supreme Demon God sounded like the ultimate schizophrenic, muttering to itself in a

frenzy.

Afterskin sneered from the side.

"Can't decide, huh? Let me help you pick."

The moment he said this, the Supreme Demon God fell silent.

Several glowing orbs appeared before Afterskin, each bearing a faint, indistinct face.

Afterskin pointed at one of the orbs without hesitation.

Pop!

The orb vanished, leaving the remaining ones floating in front of him.

Mike couldn't help but laugh.

Even the Supreme Demon God knew how to use Afterskin for process-of-elimination!

One by one, Afterskin eliminated the glowing orbs until none were left.

At that moment, a tiny orb slowly emerged.

The Supreme Demon God had already made its choice.

The earlier "selection" process had merely been a game of cat and mouse.

"The abandoned one..."

"The lonely one..."

"The one who has never known light, never felt love, never been treated kindly by the

world..."

"We will give him the Supreme Mark. Find him. Bring him to the Tower of Truth... bring him... here... to save me..."

With a final, piercing shriek, Afterskin vanished, and the Supreme Demon God descended into another round of madness, its internal battle resuming with renewed ferocity.

Before Mike could process what he had just witnessed, his vision blurred again.

The child, assuming Mike wanted to learn more about Afterskin, had fixed the perspective on

him.

The scene shifted.

Afterskin arrived on Earth, quickly adopting the appearance of a homeless man.

He showed no interest in finding the potential Supreme Being.

Instead, he was promptly beaten up by a group of local gang members.

Finding him pitiful, the gang took him back to their hideout.

But Afterskin soon escaped, ending up in an abandoned factory.

Rain poured down as he lay on the ground, staring at the gray, overcast sky.

He wanted to scream, to shout to the world:

The Apocalypse is coming! The Supreme Demon God is on his way! Run!

But... what was the point?

Afterskin knew there was no hope.

The Supreme Demon God was unbeatable.

No one understood its terror better than he did.

A single tear slid down his cheek, mixing with the rain before disappearing into the dirt.

A child wearing oversized boots approached, the rainwater sloshing inside them with every

step.

He waddled like a duck, hopping over to Afterskin and asking,

"Were you stolen too?"

In this place, the children were either abandoned or kidnapped.

Given Afterskin's age, the child assumed he must have been stolen.

"Get lost. I'm not in the mood," Afterskin grumbled, rolling over to avoid the kid.

But as he turned, his face landed in something soft and squishy.

It felt like...

Shit.

Afterskin's anguished scream echoed through the night.

"FUCK! Who the hell shits here?! Have some decency!"

"Calderon, was that you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?! That wasn't me!"

Two voices argued behind the child in boots. Afterskin couldn't believe his luck-or lack thereof.

After cleaning his face in a nearby puddle, Afterskin noticed the child still following him.

The kid offered him some paper, but Afterskin hesitated and didn't take it.

"I make everything I touch unlucky," he said bitterly.

With that, he prepared to leave. He had no intention of finding the potential Supreme Being,

nor of helping the Supreme Demon God.

As far as he was concerned, the Supreme Demon God's words were nothing but bullshit.

Anyone who believed them was an idiot.

Having been inside the Supreme Demon God, Afterskin had seen firsthand what true madness

looked like.

Countless powerful beings, all consumed by greed, fighting like rabid animals.

There was no way they could accomplish anything.

Afterskin had learned some secrets during his time in the Supreme Abyssal.

The most uncontrollable fragments of the Truth Source had escaped, falling into the Abyss

and becoming demon gods.

And most importantly...

That guy had escaped too.

But escaping the Supreme Demon God came at a price.

Afterskin suspected that he had gone mad as well.

For now, Afterskin's plan was simple: go with the flow and wait for the Tower of Truth to

descend.

When it did, no matter who the potential Supreme Being was, Afterskin would stop them.

As he prepared to leave, the child in boots called out,

"Wait here."

He ran off into the rain.

Who does this kid think he is?

Afterskin scoffed and took a step forward-

Crash!

A steel beam fell in front of him.

Afterskin froze.

When he tried to step back, another beam fell behind him.

Huh?

Afterskin realized something was off.

He was unlucky, sure, but this was too much.

Over the years, he had noticed a pattern:

Sometimes, his unluckiness would reach a breaking point, and he'd have a brief window to

change his fate.

If he wanted to fight back, he had to seize these moments.

So, he stayed put and waited for the child to return.

Soon, the kid came back, dragging another boy who was two heads taller than him.

"Calderon, apologize to this man!"

"Apologize? For what?" Calderon grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"You shouldn't poop wherever you want," the kid said firmly.

Calderon: ...

"Look, we're all abandoned, stolen, or unwanted kids. The world's already a shitty place-

what's wrong with me taking a dump wherever I want?!"

No matter how much Calderon argued, the kid stubbornly repeated,

"Apologize."

Finally, Calderon relented, gritting his teeth and muttering,

"Fine. I'm sorry for pooping wherever I want."

Under his breath, he added,

"It's not like I pooped in his mouth..."

Afterskin: ...

He couldn't help but notice that the kid in boots seemed... special.

The more special someone was, the more Afterskin wanted to stay away from them.

Before leaving, Afterskin warned,

"I'm unlucky. Don't touch anything I've touched-including... that pile of shit."

With that, he disappeared into the night, heading for a quieter place.

The next day, Calderon sat by a bridge, watching as a series of "coincidences" unfolded.

A scar-faced man and his friends, drunk from a celebratory meal, got into a van.

The driver floored the gas pedal, sending the van hurtling toward the edge of the bridge.

The old, crumbling guardrail couldn't stop the van, which plummeted off the bridge and hit a concrete pillar below.

The impact left everyone inside severely injured and unable to move.

Then, as the scar-faced man shifted slightly, the van lost its balance and fell into the swollen

river below.

Bubbles rose to the surface, and then... nothing.

It was a total wipeout.

Calderon, crouched by the bridge, stared in shock.

After a long pause, he began clapping furiously, his hands turning red.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing!"