Just call me Thor

Chapter 593: Time flew by



Mike stood silently, watching the scene before him.

As the Tower of Truth underwent its transformation, Mike and the child were unceremoniously ejected from its interior.

The child yawned and asked,

"Sir, should we go back now?"

The child, trapped in the dream space with only lunatics and the white horse for company, often wandered through the river of time. He had seen many of these events before.

However, this was the first time he had witnessed the interior of the Tower of Truth.

Previously, the Tower Spirit had never allowed him inside.

Go back?

Mike's bug-exploiting instincts kicked in immediately.

"Is it possible not to go back?" he asked.

"Of course," the child replied matter-of-factly. "But, sir, are you afraid of dying?"

Mike froze for a moment. Saying he wasn't afraid would be a lie. But admitting he was scared in front of a child? That felt a bit embarrassing.

After a moment of thought, Mike answered earnestly,

"I have many people I need to stay alive to protect."

Afraid of dying? No.

Living to protect others? Yes.

The child tilted his head, half-understanding, and explained,

"Sir, since your level is still low, walking through the river of time will be exhausting. I'll need to return to the dream space..."

The child elaborated further, and Mike quickly understood.

The child could help cover the cost of traversing the river of time, but Mike had to maintain

his sense of self. If he lost himself in the river of time, he would either go mad or be completely consumed.

"If possible, stay near the Tower of Truth as an anchor point. It'll make things easier," the child advised, listing all the precautions before reluctantly leaving.

"What a good kid," Mike muttered, standing beneath the Tower of Truth.

He gazed at the river of time before him, his expression heavy.

He knew this would be a grueling journey-a journey he had to endure.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, Mike had spent nearly a hundred years in the river of time. During this time, he witnessed the opening of the Tower of Truth, the rise of humanity, the sudden invasion of the Abyss, and Nathan leading the charge to ignite the Blood War.

Without Nathan, humanity would likely have surrendered during the Abyss's first wave of attacks.

Mike also watched as Nathan entered the Supreme Abyss.

That earth-shattering battle, no matter how many times he recalled it, still made Mike's heart race and his blood boil.

After Nathan's death, humanity and the demon race entered another prolonged stalemate.

At first, the demon gods weren't sure if Morpheus had truly died.

They only knew that a terrifying battle had taken place in the Supreme Abyss, but the outcome remained unclear.

Adding to the confusion, Shadow Nine, who had escaped the Supreme Abyss, now wielded Morpheus's talent and possessed near-Supreme-level combat power.

Shadow Nine pretended to be a Supreme Being, occasionally hunting demon gods in the Abyss with great fanfare.

His antics scared the demon gods into inactivity for nearly a decade!

Of course, the Abyss had its own internal problems.

The Archdemon, who had opened the Supreme Abyss, was severely weakened.

The Second Demon God was asleep, completely indifferent to the outside world.

The Fifth Demon God, not yet fully insane, kept his demon creatures under tight control.

With the key demon gods unable to act, the demon race was a disorganized mess.

But as the Archdemon's injuries healed, the Fifth Demon God descended further into madness, and the Second Demon God disappeared...

The demon gods of the Abyss began to stir once more.

At that time, humanity's only real trump card was a half-crippled Shadow Nine.

Mike vividly remembered overhearing Shadow Nine's conversation with Professor Gregory.

Shadow Nine's plan was simple:

"If Maxen can't awaken an SSS-level talent, I'll try to force Apollo to awaken his talent. Then I'll head to the First Abyss to trade my life for the Archdemon's, forcing the Supreme Abyss to reveal itself. After that, Apollo can clean up the mess..."

Mike: ...

Shadow Nine really has a knack for screwing over his disciples.

At that point, Apollo wasn't even Shadow Nine's disciple yet.

Just as Shadow Nine was preparing to awaken Apollo's talent, something unexpected

happened:

A hot-headed young man named Mars awakened his talent instead.

"I think I know what my talent does," Mars muttered to himself, glancing at the empty space

beside him.

"My talent... lets me see ghosts?"

Mike: ...

Mike had been walking through the river of time for nearly a century, from three hundred years ago to two hundred and twenty-two years ago-when Ares awakened his talent.

During this time, Mike could only observe the Blood War as a silent spectator.

He couldn't help, couldn't interact with anyone, and could only watch.

It was a frustrating experience.

Still, Mike found solace in knowing that most people were still alive in some form or another.

Even Morpheus, despite his death, retained the possibility of resurrection.

The only one who seemed to notice Mike's presence was Ares, after he became an Ultimate

Lord.

However, Ares seemed wary of Mike and never initiated contact.

When Ares first awakened his talent, he noticed the ghostly figure of Mike and seemed deep in

thought.

Soon, a light of understanding flashed in Ares's eyes, and he muttered excitedly,

"If I slash this ghost, will it drop loot?"

Mike: ???

Mike couldn't believe it.

Ares's first reaction upon seeing a ghost was to treat it like a monster to farm?

Anyone who's read at least two web novels knows that someone like me is the wise old

mentor in the ring, here to provide invaluable guidance!

And you want to kill me?!

Mike tried to speak to Ares, but there was no response.

He quickly realized,

"Ares is too weak to communicate with me?"

"Hahaha, Ares, so you were weak once too!"

Since Ares couldn't even talk to him, let alone kill him, Mike decided to stick around and

watch Ares's journey.

He witnessed Ares challenge the Tower of Truth, single-handedly destroy a demon cult branch, and use himself as bait to lure out and kill the demon cult leader.

But one day, Ares's peaceful life was disrupted.

He ventured into the Abyss.

For Mike, following him there was incredibly risky.

The frontlines were in chaos, and Shadow Nine had to rush to the battlefield.

Ares, meanwhile, snuck into the Abyss with a simple plan:

If a potential Supreme Being appeared in the Abyss, the demon gods would abandon the

frontlines and return to the Abyss to deal with them.

The plan was perfect. Except for one small problem: Ares probably wouldn't survive.

Although Mike knew Ares wouldn't die, he still gritted his teeth and followed him.

In the Abyss.

After a grueling battle, Ares stared at the ghostly figure before him, his expression grim.

"It's back..."

Since awakening his talent, this ghostly figure had haunted him relentlessly.

Every time he interacted with it, he would forget the encounter afterward.

But the oppressive feeling it gave him was undeniable.

As Ares grew stronger, the ghostly figure became clearer, and his understanding of its power

deepened.

It was strong.

At this point, Ares was still under level 600, yet he could sense the danger emanating from the

ghost.

This enemy was undoubtedly formidable.

However, Ares never mentioned the ghost to Shadow Nine.

In his mind, his problems were his own to solve.

His monsters were his to slay.

Shadow Nine's Dream Come True could only be used sparingly.

With the demon race intensifying their attacks, the frontlines had become a meat grinder,

devouring countless lives.

Shadow Nine, stretched thin, often had to leave Ares's side.

This gave Ares the opportunity to sneak into the Abyss.

As Ares broke through to a new level in the Abyss, Mike's figure became even clearer.

"Finally, I can talk..." Mike began, but before he could finish, something happened.

Ares, sensing the change, prepared for battle.

From the moment he awakened his talent, this ghost had been a constant presence.

Now, as it grew clearer, it seemed ready to act.

Ares knew this would be a fight to the death.

"The first strike... will be the last."

Pushed to his limits, Ares felt an unprecedented pressure.

Under such pressure, he either had to break through or be destroyed. Clearly, Ares chose the former.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Closing his eyes, then opening them again...

In an instant, Ares slightly enhanced a technique he had once comprehended.

The move wasn't originally this strong.

But after the enhancement, it became devastating.

A flash of sword light.

Mike recognized it immediately.

"Fate's Reversal!"

Meanwhile, on Earth.

In the Forest of Truth, the Monument of Faith trembled slightly, as if sensing something.

A butterfly landed on the monument, and its movements ceased.

For days, the Guardian Shadows tasked with watching over the Forest of Truth had been in a

deep slumber.

No one outside knew what was happening within the forest.

A faint figure wandered through the Forest of Truth, his expression troubled.

"I wonder how much longer this remnant of my soul can last," Morpheus muttered, glancing

around with a worried look.

"And I wonder how much longer Apollo can hold on."

Every corner of the forest was filled with colorful butterflies, creating a sea of vibrant hues.

More butterflies continued to emerge from the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, descending into the forest like a never-ending tide.