"Shadow Nine, you finally made it! I've missed you so much!" Mike's words were genuine, without a hint of pretense.
Without Shadow Nine around, Mike's safety was never guaranteed.
Shadow Nine ignored Mike's greeting and instead directed a wisp of black mist to press down on Nightmare's Breeze and the Thunderclap Hamr.
The two pieces of equipnt instantly cald down.
Shadow Nine coldly remarked, "A few days without supervision, and you've grown bold. Not
only did you help Shadow Ten level up, but you also brought the Thunderclap Hamr to Ares."
Mike sheepishly scratched his head and smiled, "Thank you for the complint, but it wasn't just my doing..."
"Complint my ass!"
Shadow Nine scolded, "I told you before, when Ares chose a sword as his weapon, he didn't take the Thunderclap Hamr. The Hamr felt insulted and has been holding a grudge against Ares. Can't you think before you act?"
Mike chuckled awkwardly, "Well, you weren't around, so I didn't think it through!" "Hmph."
With a cold snort, Shadow Nine didn't continue the reprimand.
Mike was too smart to forget sothing so important. He must have his own reasons.
Shadow Nine didn't dwell on it, lowering his voice slightly, "No matter what Gregory told you, I can only say... he was wrong about the Supre Mark."
Mike fell silent, not responding.
Right or wrong could sotis just be a matter of perspective.
Shadow Nine continued, "You're too weak right now. When you reach level 600, I'll tell you the truth."
"Alright."
Both tacitly agreed to pretend the Supre Mark didn't exist.
Level 600 was still a long way off for Mike.
Regarding the Supre Mark, Mike couldn't just rely on the words of Shadow Nine and Professor Gregory.
He had planned to ask Ares, but who knew Shadow Nine would arrive so quickly.
Now, it seed he would have to find Apollo for answers.
Putting that matter aside for now,
since the Thunderclap Hamr had cald down, Mike counted his steps and walked six more, looking at Professor Gregory's back.
There seed to be an invisible barrier between Mike and Professor Gregory, making his figure appear blurry.
Was Ares so powerful that even the space around him was distorted?
Professor Gregory stopped at the last step, a cane appearing in his hand.
"You're finally here!" A swordsman appeared before him.
Gregory nodded, "Yes, I'm here."
As he had said before, the journey hadn't been easy.
He had walked three hundred years to get here.
He still had to 'walk' another hundred years to achieve his Second Awakening.
This process was destined to be extrely perilous, but Gregory was willing to bet his life on it to awaken his Second talent as soon as possible!
He ca with the resolve to die.
Even so, at this mont, it was hard for anyone to remain completely calm.
But Gregory could.
He had seen too much life and death, even fates worse than death.
Shadow Nine, Calderon, Morpheus, Ares...
Over the past three centuries, whenever humanity faced great crises, soone always stepped forward to turn the tide.
The three hundred years of human history were built with countless blood and sweat!
Gregory was like a living fossil.
He had witnessed every major event in the past three hundred years, every awakening of the Supre Demon God...
With each upheaval, Gregory gained a new understanding of his own weakness and
helplessness.
He had been an observer for three hundred years, watching the play unfold.
He could only do so logistical work, what little he could, but it was never enough, far from
enough.
In the quiet of the night, he would fall silent, unable to calm his restless heart.
Gregory thought he would never have the chance to do better in this life.
Until recently, during an ordinary class, Gregory was unusually late.
In class, a student stared at him, eyes full of curiosity.
That gaze was strange, indescribable.
Gregory imdiately felt that this student nad Mike was interesting.
After class, he casually looked through so files and naturally saw more issues.
He put the files aside, not continuing to look or think about them.
Digging deeper wouldn't be appropriate.
Not long after, Shadow Nine suddenly appeared before Gregory, telling him the conditions for
a Second Awakening.
It was clear that Shadow Nine was in a hurry, coming to inform Gregory the mont he knew.
Too hurried.
This urgency directly exposed Thor's true identity to Gregory.
Shadow Nine's style wouldn't overlook this point; he would be aware of the risks.
But he still did it.
Shadow Nine knew that Gregory was also in a hurry.
After three hundred years of watching, his passion had cooled.
He had the will to kill demons but was limited by his strength.
He watched the tides rise and fall, the curtains lifting and falling repeatedly, his eyes reflecting countless heroes sacrificing themselves for humanity...
When would he get his turn on stage?
Could he ever be the protagonist?
For three hundred years, Gregory had asked himself this question and finally got an answer:
Yes.
To gamble, to risk his life, to achieve a Second Awakening!
To seize a fleeting chance to change his fate with his own hands!
So, Gregory set out.
From the mont Gregory made his decision, every decision by the human leadership served
one purpose: to deliver Gregory safely to Ares.
Killing demon gods, breaking the Abyss, carrying the black coffin into the Forest of Truth,
Thor going to the Suture Abyss...
This journey was a perilous ga and struggle.
The Nightmare Corps and Valor Sword Corps were fully mobilized.
Outside the Suture Abyss, there had been no less than ten corps-level battles!
Fortunately, they succeeded.
Gregory stood here, before Ares.
Without much small talk, Ares spoke again, "Let know when you're ready."
Taking a deep breath, Gregory closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled
with determination.
He exhaled deeply and said,
"We can start."
"What did you say?"
The swordsman before him turned slightly, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "That sword strike
is already over. Or did you think you could see my sword? Impossible."
Ares' sword was too fast.
Gregory's pupils contracted, his aged face filled with disbelief. He raised his hand slightly,
looking down at his withered hand, lost in thought.
He had just prepared himself ntally for the surgery.
But the chief surgeon walked in and told him the surgery was successful, and he could be
discharged now?
Was there a mistake?
From Ares' perspective, there was no problem at all.
Whether Gregory was ready or not had nothing to do with Ares' sword strike.
Ares' sword strike would have the sa result regardless of Gregory's ntal state.
Ares had struck twice.
The first strike 'cut away' hundreds of years from Gregory's life, instantly aging him to 400
years old. Now, Gregory was older than his father.
The second strike was the Sword of Life.
A spring breeze blew, smoothing the wrinkles on Gregory's face, infusing him with new
vitality, turning his silver hair black.
At four hundred years old, Gregory finally achieved his Second Awakening!
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