Given the rate of about one Supre Being erging every 100 years, it would take a staggering 200,000 years!
On the bright side, at least Morpheus drew first blood from the Supre Demon God.
"After the battle with Ares, the Supre Demon God dropped from level 1999 to 1899," Apollo continued.
Good news: Humanity only needs nineteen more Ares to kill the Supre Demon God! Bad news: There's only one Ares.
Seeing Mike's keen interest in the Supre Demon God tonight, Apollo patiently explained more, "Once the Supre Demon God's level falls to 1000, any human Supre Being could kill him."
Another piece of good news!
"1899, 1000," Mike counted on his fingers, "That's 899 levels to go, aning we need nine Supre Beings to battle the Supre Demon God..."
Isn't that a bit too tough?
"I once calculated for a friend," Apollo continued along Mike's line of thought, "Humanity would need at least nine consecutive generations of Supre Beings, all willing to battle the Supre Demon God at all costs, to completely annihilate him."
Apollo's calculations were likely accurate. Nine generations-that was the minimum requirent. Because within the seal, even if a human Supre Being severely injures the Supre Demon God, his wounds would slowly heal!
This ans that even if the Supre Demon God doesn't seek out a battle with a human Supre Being, for the ultimate goal of annihilating him, human Supre Beings must take the initiative to strike!
If any Supre Being in between decides to give up or avoid this battle, it would an all previous efforts were in vain, and the next generation would have to start all over!
"Nine generations... that's tough," Mike shook his head. Even including Apollo, that was only the third generation.
Thor, the fourth. Where would they find five more generations of Supre Beings?
"It's not just tough," Apollo corrected, "It's nearly impossible."
Killing the Supre Demon God was like a snail trying to climb out of a well, always struggling in vain. Any problem in the process would waste the efforts of those before.
At this mont, Mike truly understood the kind of enemy he was facing. It made him think of a saying: "This world is far more dangerous than you imagine."
Understanding just how strong the Supre Demon God was, at least Mike had a clearer picture in his mind. Nine generations... With so effort, there was still a chance!
However, whether Thor himself could personally take down the Supre Demon God seed unlikely at the mont.
Mike didn't dwell on this thought. He was too weak right now. Not even reaching level 900, thinking about killing the Supre Demon God was far too ambitious.
Now that he had a target like the Supre Demon God, Mike's motivation to beco stronger increased.
Mike stood up to leave. "It's getting late, I should head back."
Suddenly, Apollo spoke, "I'm not in a good mood today."
Indeed, Mike wasn't feeling great either. Being deceived by Shadow Nine would sour anyone's mood.
Apollo then recited a series of numbers, "2, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12."
Huh?
The pattern in these numbers was too obvious, and Mike thought of a possibility.
Apollo's voice was flat as he said, "Choose one."
Mike, faced with a string of numbers, fell into a happy dilemma.
The strength and order of demon gods were related. Theoretically, Mike should choose the second demon god without hesitation.
From previous encounters, it was clear that the second demon god really had so depth. Humanity had been leaving it alone because they really couldn't spare the effort, needing to first tackle the 'taunting' Archdemon and the Supre Demon God.
Now, a perfect opportunity lay before Mike.
But Shadow Nine had played him, and Mike was quite fond of the number nine. Taking down the ninth demon god would be a way to vent!
"Too bad, I wasn't prepared before coming here." He tentatively asked, "Can I choose all?"
Apollo stopped Mike's attempt to exploit a loophole, "No."
Mike, still not giving up, asked, "What about multiple choices?"
"You can choose up to two."
This ti, Mike didn't hesitate, "2 and 9!"
The second and ninth demon gods, both set!
Apollo's next words slowly froze Mike's smile.
Apollo Lawson said in the most neutral tone, "Alright, those two are left for you."
Mike: ???
Apollo, wait, let's do this again!
Mike had never expected it. Apollo letting him choose wasn't about which demon god to kill,
but which to keep!
It was like walking into McDonald's, pointing at the nu, and saying, "Except for the secret sauce burger, I'll take everything else."
Apollo's power was beyond Mike's imagination.
After a mont, Mike asked again, "Do you plan to act now?"
Hearing this, Apollo's voice grew even colder, "I'll talk about it after I go out."
Got it!
Mike imdiately quieted down, not pursuing the topic further. Once in the First Abyss, Ares
had told Mike, "Your third bro is angry."
Angry because he was put in confinent.
Who could confine Apollo?
Only one answer-Morpheus.
Trapped in the Tower of Truth, Apollo couldn't wipe out the demon gods all at once. Or rather, if Apollo could have wiped them out, he would have gone directly to face the Supre
Demon God head-on.
"I just did a divination," Apollo spoke again.
Mike raised an eyebrow, "What did you find out?"
Apollo answered, "Tomorrow, there will be a thunderstorm."
Mike: ...
You're giving a weather forecast now?
"Tomorrow, it's not suitable for climbing the tower."
Hearing Apollo's words, Mike imdiately nodded, "Understood, I'll head back to the dorm
to rest tonight, not going anywhere else!"
Apollo stood up, walked to the wall, and waved outside, "Alright, you can go back. I can't
leave, so I won't see you out."
"Okay, goodbye."
Riding on the Nightmare's Breeze carpet, Mike slowly descended, pondering his conversation
with Apollo. Until Shadow Four approached, bringing him back to reality. "Fourth Bro, there are so accounts that need your review." Shadow Four spoke respectfully, "Now that you've taken over [Guardian Shadow], these things still need to be
done."
Mike nodded, "Go ahead."
"Alright, our [Guardian Shadow] annual expenses are 2.6 million Lord rits..."
"Wait!" Mike interrupted Shadow Four's recitation, "What did you just say?"
Shadow Four repeated, "Our Guardian Shadow annually..."
Mike: "No, the part before that."
Shadow Four thought for a mont and spoke again, "You've taken over [Guardian
Shadow]..."
That's the line!
Mike raised his hand, cutting off Shadow Four, "Hold on! I haven't, I'm not, don't talk
nonsense!"
An annual expense of 2.6 million Lord rits.
Mike suddenly felt that whether Shadow Nine could co back alive wasn't important
anymore.
The thought of spending so much money every year was agonizing!
2.6 million, even if Mike sold Maxen, he couldn't make that much!
Shadow Four, anticipating this reaction, spoke softly, "Fourth Bro, maybe listen to how much
[Guardian Shadow] earns in a year."
Mike's eyes lit up.
Right, there's also inco!
He suddenly felt capable again! Mike urgently asked, "Quick, quick, quick, how much does [Guardian Shadow] earn in a year?"
Shadow Four revealed the answer, "450,000 Lord rits."
Let it be destroyed, I'm tired.
A net loss of 2.15 million Lord rits annually.
Mike felt like he wasn't Shadow Nine's successor; he had beco Shadow Nine's debtor!
"Stay calm, Fourth Bro."
Shadow Four patiently explained, "Normally, Guardian Shadow's annual expenses don't
exceed 400,000 Lord rits.
It's just that with the supre power activated, we've recalled a large number of Guardian Shadows from [Shadow Fortress] to protect the new generation of seeds.
Also, the casualty rate at the front lines has sharply increased, and awakening new Guardian
Shadows requires a significant expense."
Shadow Four paused, then continued, "Moreover, part of [Guardian Shadow]'s inco used to co from contributions by Supre Being [Morpheus]. Although Supre Being Morpheus doesn't own any businesses, his Godson Maxen
contributes ninety percent of his inco. We split this money with [Nightmare Corps]."
Flipping through the accounts, Shadow Four pointed to an entry, "The last ti supre power was activated, Maxen's inco surged more than tenfold, significantly easing [Guardian Shadow]'s financial pressure. Only this ti... cough, it's a bit strange, Maxen hasn't made money in a long ti."
Mike nodded nonchalantly, "Indeed strange, I'll look into it later." "Fourth Bro, don't worry, Guardian Shadow just made so money recently." Shadow Four showed all the accounts to Mike, pointing at the balance, "Shadow Nine made
ten million Lord rits, paid off all past debts, and we still have three million Lord rits
left, enough to cover a year."
In a year's ti, Mike might even beco a Supre Being!
By then, this little amount of money... might not seem so important anymore!
"Alright, I understand the situation now."
Mike took a few deep breaths to calm himself,
"Let be alone for a while, take a walk in the forest."
"Okay."
Saying this, Shadow Four retreated back into the shadows. And so, Mike wandered in the Forest of Truth.
He couldn't climb the tower tonight, and his mood was down.
Might as well take a walk in the forest, see where it leads.
Just after midnight, a thunderclap exploded in the sky.
Boom-
Mike, strolling in the Forest of Truth, suddenly looked up.
He saw a terrifying bolt of lightning strike the Tower of Truth!
The lightning reflected in Mike's eyes, giving him a mont of insight.
Boom-
Boom-
No, not just one bolt of lightning!
But... an entire sea of lightning!
From this sea of lightning, bolts continuously fell, striking the Tower of Truth, one after
another!
Each bolt possessed the power to instantly kill a ninth-tier Lord!
Within this sea of lightning, Mike even doubted if an Ultimate Lord could survive!
Mike recalled Apollo's earlier words.
"Tomorrow, it's not suitable for climbing the tower."
"Tomorrow, there will be a thunderstorm."
Mike couldn't help but give Apollo a thumbs up, "Spot on."
Above the Tower of Truth, indeed, there was a rain.
A rain of lightning.
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