Just call me Thor

Chapter 594: See clearly how Apollo came to be



Florida, Library.

Joseph followed closely behind Apollo, while the culprit, Shadow Two, was crawling around on the ceiling.

Normally, a regular person wouldn't be able to crawl on the ceiling.

But Shadow Two wasn't normal-he was insane, and insanity didn't require logic.

Apollo walked from one end of the library to the other.

Joseph stopped in his tracks as all the floating books slowly returned to their shelves, as if nothing had happened.

Apollo shook his head.

"Boring."

The books contained only two types of information:

One type was what Apollo already knew.

The other type was wrong.

In other words, reading was... boring for Apollo.

Spending time on such things felt like a waste.

Apollo walked out of the library, with Joseph trailing behind.

Shadow Two was still crawling on the ceiling, as if an invisible wall was holding him up.

Joseph, holding his head in frustration, called out,

"Shadow Two, stop climbing so high! You're going to fall!"

Shadow Two tilted his head to look at Joseph, let out a strange cry, and shouted,

"Auntie! The world's upside down! Why are you all walking on the ceiling?!"

Apollo, already in a bad mood, raised his hand slightly and pulled Shadow Two back to the ground, setting him upright.

With his feet back on the floor, Shadow Two still hadn't recovered.

"It's not the world that's upside down-it's you," Apollo said.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Apollo froze.

For the first time, his expression changed.

He stood there, lost in thought, as a new idea struck him.

Maybe it's not the world that's boring... maybe it's me that's boring?

If he himself was boring, then everything he saw would naturally feel boring.

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Standing still, Apollo furrowed his brows, seemingly caught in an intense internal conflict.

Just then, a butterfly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

One butterfly.

Two butterflies.

Three butterflies.

More and more butterflies materialized, swirling around Apollo in a chaotic dance.

The scene quickly spiraled out of control.

Joseph grabbed Shadow Two and asked nervously,

"What's happening now?"

"I don't know! I'm crazy-why are you asking me?!" Shadow Two replied, cautiously backing

away.

With a tearful expression, he spoke in two overlapping voices,

"Quick, call Fourth Bro back...!"

This wasn't just a minor incident anymore-it was completely out of control.

They needed Thor.

They needed Thor to deal with Apollo.

As the two stood there, unsure of what to do, a horse suddenly appeared behind them.

The horse raised its head, took a bite of a nearby tree leaf, and casually asked,

"What's going on with Apollo?"

Shadow Two let out another strange cry.

"Oh my god, the horse can talk now!"

But upon realizing the horse was actually Maxen, Shadow Two relaxed.

Joseph quickly explained the situation.

If Joseph could handle something, Maxen usually could too.

Approaching Apollo might cause a loss of control?

No problem!

Maxen, in his horse form, could still maintain complete self-control.

After recognizing Maxen, Shadow Two greeted him enthusiastically,

"Brother, what do we do next?"

"Brother?" Maxen was momentarily thrown off.

"Who's your brother?"

Shadow Two, full of conviction, replied,

"Apollo is my auntie, and he's your future godfather. I'm only eight years old, so by seniority, you're older than me. That makes you my brother!"

What kind of nonsense logic was this...

Maxen ignored Shadow Two's ramblings and turned his attention to the chaotic scene before

him.

His horse face grew slightly serious.

"I just came back from the Forest of Truth. My father said nothing major will happen for now.

We should let things take their course."

Hearing Morpheus's reassurance, the group felt a bit more at ease.

However, the current situation with Apollo still seemed unsolvable-at least until Thor

returned.

The three of them, plus the horse, sat in a row on the library steps, quietly watching Apollo.

Meanwhile, in the river of time.

Mike had just finished a "fight" with Ares.

The two had essentially fought for nothing-neither could land a hit on the other.

Crossing the river of time to engage in combat was impossible for both Mike and Ares at this

point.

Just then, the real Ares appeared beside Mike.

Mike smiled and greeted him,

"Ares, you're here?"

Ares snorted coldly, ignoring Mike, and took a step forward.

"Do you think the river of time is fun?"

As Ares took that step, the sky changed.

The once-gray heavens darkened instantly.

The river of time grew murky, and a massive, strange pattern appeared in the sky, slowly

descending.

Mike's expression grew serious. He had no idea what Ares was planning.

"I let you wander the river of time so you could get used to this feeling," Ares said, seemingly

to himself.

"When fighting the Supreme Demon God, you'll face an opponent who can manipulate time. Morpheus suffered because of this. Otherwise... the Supreme Demon God would've been

weaker."

When Morpheus first challenged the Supreme Demon God, he had no guides or strategies to

rely on.

Even though he knew the Supreme Demon God could alter time, he had no effective way to

counter it.

But Ares didn't have that concern.

You like playing in the river of time?

Fine, I'll play with you.

As for Apollo... he hadn't yet challenged the Supreme Demon God, so there was no need to

worry about him for now.

Besides, no one doubted Apollo's ability to achieve glorious results worthy of the title

Supreme Being.

The real concern was whether Apollo could survive the encounter.

Morpheus had died.

Ares had been gravely injured, barely clinging to life.

Looking on the bright side, the efforts of humanity's successive Supreme Beings had borne

fruit.

Following this logic, Apollo might not have to die.

But the Supreme Demon God didn't follow logic.

In fact, the Supreme Demon God Ares faced was stronger than the one Morpheus had fought.

And the Supreme Demon God Apollo would face would be even stronger.

The number of competing wills within the Supreme Demon God's vast consciousness was

dwindling.

This meant the Supreme Demon God could unleash more of its true power. Humanity's powerful figures weren't just worried about Apollo's survival-they were also concerned about whether Thor could defeat an even stronger Supreme Demon God.

It was a crisis both external and internal.

Mike understood this as well.

During his time in the river of time, he hadn't neglected his own training.

Even with the child covering the cost, traversing the river of time was no easy task.

The fact that Mike had maintained his sense of self and lasted over a hundred years had already exceeded the child's expectations.

If not for following Ares into the Abyss, Mike might have been able to continue for three

hundred years without issue.

"You've trained well in the river of time..."

Ares began, seemingly about to praise Mike.

But the words shifted mid-sentence: "...but you're still far worse than I was back then."

Mike: ...

Can you not be so competitive? Would it kill you to give a compliment?

"The river of time has tempered you enough," Ares said with a nod.

"Now, I have a task for you."

Mike remained silent, waiting for Ares to elaborate.

Behind Ares, the white horse began to run.

Though it was only a step away from Ares, no matter how fast it ran, the distance between

them didn't change. It was as if the horse were running in place.

The faster it ran, the more it began to sweat.

Its sweat was red.

Before Mike's eyes, the white horse transformed into a streak of crimson lightning.

The lightning fell into Ares's hand, forming a sword.

With the crimson sword in hand, Ares's entire demeanor changed.

Fierce.

Unrestrained.

Powerful.

Supreme.

The pressure emanating from Ares made Mike's body feel heavy.

And Mike was already a being infinitely close to a quasi-Supreme.

Even the Fifth Demon God, going all out, wouldn't be able to kill him now.

The swordsman raised his hand and lightly flicked the blade.

Staring at the river of time, Ares said casually,

"I'll use this sword to cut open the river of time and send you to a specific moment. You need

to see clearly what happened then."

Mike: ???

Ares, that explanation is as good as no explanation at all!

Before Mike could ask further, Ares continued,

"I'll send you back to the moment the Tower of Truth was forged. You'll only have five

seconds."

Mike immediately focused.

The moment the Tower of Truth was forged?

What's so special about that moment?

If Ares was going to such lengths to send him to that point in time, there had to be something

important to see.

Mike felt a surge of tension.

"Look carefully," Ares said seriously.

"See clearly how Apollo came to be."