Just call me Thor

Chapter 447: Even a journey of a thousand miles must come to an end



The Tower of Truth didn't have a shadow?

Mike fell silent.

Shadow Three's words were both revealing and cryptic.

It seemed Shadow One's origins were truly something to be feared.

Mike frowned, muttering to himself, "Could Shadow One be the Tower Spirit?"

Shadow Three shook his head. "No."

"Don't say anymore. Shadow One wouldn't be happy."

Mike continued walking, but Shadow Three remained rooted to the spot.

Mike turned back. "This is where we part ways?"

"Even a journey of a thousand miles must come to an end." Shadow Three had applied his learning effectively.

Mike sighed. "Alright, be back soon."

All meetings eventually led to farewells.

Mike knew that the further he walked down this path, the fewer companions he would have.

In three hundred years, humanity had produced only three Supreme Beings.

Morpheus's whereabouts were unknown. Ares roamed the Abyss. Apollo was trapped within the Tower of Truth.

Only Thor remained relatively free.

Shadow Three waved goodbye, watching as Mike departed.

After taking a few steps, Mike stopped, retrieving a femur bone from his private space. "Shadow Three, I owe the Mystic Market 400,000 Lord merits for this bone..."

He tossed the bone to Shadow Three.

He had spent a total of 500,000 Lord merits on Shadow Three's new femur bones.

At the time, he had only had a little over 100,000 Lord merits on hand. He had borrowed the remaining 400,000, using the Force of Nature as collateral.

Foreskin had generously covered the debt, but Mike needed to repay him within three months.

Otherwise, he would be charged an annual interest rate of 36%.

Shadow Three, grinning, attached the bone to his body.

"I'm off!"

"Go, go, go! Get out of here!"

As Shadow Three turned to leave, Mike called out, "Shadow Three, don't forget, you still owe me one!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I know!"

The bone-adorned figure vanished into the void.

Mike raised his hand, then lowered it, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"Shadow Nine is gone, Shadow Three came. Shadow Three is gone, no one is coming."

He would have to face the future alone.

But he was only eighteen years old, still a student...

After parting ways with Shadow Three, Mike returned to the Ninth Abyss, contacting the Magmafist Corps.

Shadow Five, following his instructions, had already made the necessary arrangements. The Magmafist Corps, responding to his distress signal, dispatched several rescue teams, easily locating him.

"Mike, after receiving the alert, you hid in a crevice, concealing your aura until the demon army retreated?"

Mike nodded, recalling the events. "Yeah, I was hunting a general-level demon creature. Oh, and I also soloed a level 100 demon creature..."

The instructor, after asking a few more questions, escorted Mike back to the base.

Due to the existence of Demon Cults, any human powerhouse who spent time alone in the Abyss was subjected to a thorough background check.

There had been too many traitors in the past. Humanity couldn't afford to be careless.

However, Mike's account matched the evidence at the scene, and the instructors couldn't find any inconsistencies. For now, they would let it slide.

Further investigation would be handled by the more specialized Guardian Shadow.

Besides, as the Lone Wolf, Mike was always accompanied by a Guardian Shadow member. Verifying his story would be easy.

Back at the base, Mike and the other summer camp students were gathered together.

Due to the demon army's sudden attack, the summer camp training program had been altered. They were now tasked with cleaning up the battlefield.

Mike blended in with the crowd, occasionally spotting a still-living demon creature. He would immediately report it, calling for a Chief to finish it off.

During breaks, he would glance down at his shadow.

"I wonder where Shadow Three ran off to."

The thought of Shadow Three reminded him of the 400,000 Lord merits he owed the Mystic Market, giving him a headache.

...

In the Second Abyss, at the Demon Emperor's Hall, a bonfire raged outside.

"Chop-chop! Throw all these tables and chairs, all this bad juju, into the fire!"

A butler, directing a group of demon creatures, tossed ornate and expensive furniture into the

flames.

His eyes were filled with disgust and apprehension. Everything felt tainted with bad luck.

It wasn't just the furniture that needed to be burned.

Even the demon creatures handling the furniture would be taken to another Abyss and killed.

They couldn't be too careful when dealing with that unlucky bastard!

Inside the Demon Emperor's Hall, the Second Demon God sat upon his throne, deep in

thought.

Afterskin was finally gone.

It seemed that unlucky fellow hadn't infected him with his bad luck.

The Archdemon was critically injured. The Fifth Demon God's forces had suffered heavy

losses. The remaining Demon Gods were a bunch of useless pansies.

Only he, the Second Demon God, at level 999, remained to uphold the Abyss's glory!

The emergence of the potential Supreme Being, Thor, had reshuffled the power dynamics within the Demon God organization.

In a way, the Second Demon God was now the strongest in the Abyss.

As he pondered his next move, the raven sculpture atop his throne suddenly came to life.

A flock of black ravens, once a symbol of terror throughout the Abyss, soared above the Second Demon God's head, flying out of the Demon Emperor's Hall and circling overhead.

Their caws echoed through the Second Abyss.

Many older demon creatures, upon hearing the ravens' cries, trembled and prostrated

themselves, facing the Demon Emperor's Hall.

A bone-adorned figure appeared before the hall.

The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across his face, highlighting his stoic expression.

The butler, overseeing the furniture burning, felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this

figure before.

A raven, wearing a crown, descended from the sky, landing on the figure's shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately.

The figure strode towards the Demon Emperor's Hall, leaving the butler frozen in place.

After a long moment, the butler gasped.

"I remember now!"

"The portrait of the first Second Demon God..."

His words caught in his throat, his voice choked with fear.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as terror washed over him. The butler, a Nine-Star Lord,

collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

There were many names for that being:

The first Second Demon God, the first Abyssal creature, the Original Primordial, the Abyss's favored child, the one most likely to become the Supreme Demon God... Shadow Three, the mighty warrior, had bid farewell to the potential Supreme Being, Thor.

His Majesty, the great Primordial Demon God, had returned to his loyal Second Abyss!

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