In the Forest of Truth.
Shadow Seven was receiving a constant stream of updates.
"Deathsinger, I have a mission to carry out," Shadow Seven explained. "The large Abyssal Planes are returning to the Tower of Truth. During this process, so small and dium- sized Abyssal Planes will be left behind. We need to quickly investigate these."
And since the major battle is over, there won't be any more demon creatures coming to the Forest of Truth to die.
As a ninth-tier Battle Lord, Shadow Seven was the most suitable candidate to scout the small and dium-sized Abyssal Planes. Her strength was sufficient, and he could handle most crises alone. These newly ford planes wouldn't have any demon god-level beings. The accompanying demon creatures would still be in their infancy, nurous but not particularly strong. They posed a significant threat to human corps but not to Shadow Seven.
In short, Shadow Seven would act as the vanguard, gathering as much intelligence as possible. Subsequent Abyssal Plane conquests and corps deploynts would follow naturally.
"Deathsinger, your mission ends here. Continue with your previous tasks," Shadow Seven said, pulling a storage ring from his pocket. "This is all my loot from the battle. Don't be in a hurry to refuse."
Mike: I wasn't planning to refuse!
"This isn't a free gift," Shadow Seven said seriously. "Consider it your paynt. Didn't you write ten topics before? Take so ti to turn them into papers, and I'll pass them on to Professor Gregory."
"Pass them on?" Mike was puzzled. "Seven Bro, why not put your na on them?"
"With my level, there's no way I could write sothing like that," Shadow Seven laughed, admitting, "If I put my na on it, the papers would probably end up in the trash. I can be your recomnder."
Mike shook his head firmly, refusing, "If the papers have my na, I can't accept this paynt."
Even without opening the storage ring, Mike could guess the valuable contents inside. He wasn't the type to accept gifts without reason.
Shadow Seven was even more insistent, "Take it. You know how important the soul elent is to [Guardian Shadow]."
Mike: I don't know...
"In any case, all shadow-level Guardian Shadows sponsor corresponding individuals to research the soul elent," Shadow Seven said, not delving deeper into the topic.
She handed the storage ring to Mike, leaving no room for refusal. "Finish the papers soon. As for how to get them to ... I'll find you."
With that, Shadow Seven's figure disappeared into the depths of the Forest of Truth.
Mike was left holding a delicate storage ring. "Giving a ring after knowing each other for less than a day, isn't that a bit much?"
Mike glanced at the ring and chuckled. Besides the battle spoils, Shadow Seven had left several sets of equipnt for Mike, ranging from level 300 to 600. There were also five million Truth Coins, a Battle Chief-level VIP card for the Mystic Market, and an unmarked black card with 100 Battle Lord rit points.
Clearly, these items weren't carried by demon creatures but were gifts from Shadow Seven to Deathsinger. Even though they hadn't known each other long, Shadow Seven found Deathsinger interesting enough to invest in.
As a genuine ninth-tier Battle Lord, Shadow Seven had both the strength and wealth to spare. These gifts were just a drop in the bucket for her.
It was surprising to Mike that Shadow Seven would be so generous after such a short acquaintance. Shadow Seven was much more generous than Maxen. When Mike first t Maxen, he only got two bottles of wine.
In the most prominent spot, Shadow Seven had placed a skill book-Wind's Reach. "This girl," Mike shook his head with a smile, unsure of what to say. This skill book was undoubtedly valuable, and even Shadow Seven would have to pay a price to get another copy. Shadow Nine had privately discussed the Wind's Reach skill book with Mike. After this battle, Wind's Reach would beco the focus of the entire demon race.
This ant that the demon gods would try to contact the Supre Demon God, who had significant influence over large Abyssal Planes. The final result would be that Wind's Reach would be banned or restricted in large Abyssal Planes.
Of course, this wouldn't affect the value of Wind's Reach! It would still be one of the most valuable skills. It could be used in small and dium-sized Abyssal Planes, within the Tower of Truth, and on Earth...
In other words, Mike could still make a fortune from Wind's Reach. No matter how high the price, there would be a market!
Mike recalled his previous argunt with Shadow Seven. She insisted that Thor would set the price of Wind's Reach so high that no one could afford it!
"Does she think so little of ? Am I the type to be blinded by money?" Mike was indignant, feeling wronged.
"Thor's reputation is so bad, Maxen is at least 50% responsible!"
Mike made up his mind. When it ca to pricing the Wind's Reach skill book, he would make
sure Shadow Seven, Maxen, and others saw Thor in a new light!
As Mike was hiding in the shadows, a white cloud floated above his head.
Mike noticed the cloud imdiately.
It slowly descended, and countless thoughts flashed through Mike's mind, only to be dismissed by himself.
Shadow Nine had indeed warned Mike not to be alone with Apollo before he returned. But the problem was, Mike didn't seek out Apollo; Apollo ca to find Mike!
Mike quickly cald down. Fate had brought them together. There was no avoiding a eting between Thor and Apollo.
"Stay calm, stay calm!" Mike took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows, thinking, "I at least have a chance to say one thing! That one thing has to be impressive enough to set the
tone!"
In a very short ti, many thoughts crossed Mike's mind.
If Maxen were eting Apollo for the first ti, he would probably ask, "Do you need a son?"
What would Ares do?
"Co, test the sharpness of my sword?"
And Shadow Nine... too many ideas, but none suited Mike.
Mike needed to carve his own path, to be unique.
The white cloud descended, and a blurry figure of Apollo appeared, standing less than ten feet
from Mike.
The figure was looking at Mike. Mike looked back, his expression changing slightly. With respect, he bowed slightly.
This was the Supre Being of the human race, a being of unparalleled status and power. As long as Apollo was in the Tower of Truth, the abyssal demon creatures would behave, and
humans could live in peace.
At that mont, Mike decided on his opening line.
The first private eting between Supre Being Apollo and potential Supre Being Thor. The opening line would be delivered by Mike.
The last rays of the setting sun lingered on the horizon, night was about to fall, and the earth would soon be cloaked in darkness, with only a single white cloud drifting by.
Mike's lips curved into a perfect angle, his expression indifferent, his eyes calm and
unperturbed, as if nothing could move him.
Mike spoke softly, "Boring."
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