"Fuck you!" The Tower Spirit cursed in frustration.
Normally, serving as a butler in the Tower of Truth ca with certain special privileges and a great deal of freedom, offering many benefits for personal cultivation. The Tower Spirit was usually hands-off, not managing affairs.
This job was perfect: good pay, little work, close to ho. It was a coveted position. And Thor wanted more money?!
"Thor, don't push it too far! You're not getting a penny from today!" The Tower Spirit said fiercely, "I'm broke!"
Using the harshest tone to say the most cowardly words.
Mike thought for a mont and didn't make things difficult for the Tower Spirit. "How about this, my commission can be put on the tab. My disciple will work for you, but he should get paid, right?"
"I can let Garrosh Carson take an accompanying spiritual treasure from the Simulation world, equivalent to an SS-grade piece of equipnt, usable up to level 990."
Bringing soone to life from the Simulation world was costly. But if it was just taking a piece of equipnt, the cost was much lower, and the Tower Spirit could afford it. Moreover, for Garrosh Carson, such an accompanying spiritual treasure was most suitable. A good piece of equipnt was crucial for a strong individual.
Mike was satisfied with this price.
The Tower Spirit paused and added, "Don't put it on the tab; your interest rates are too high for to handle!"
"Slander, this is slander against my good na!" Mike jumped in frustration, "Look at Maxen, Ace, they owe so much money, and they're doing just fine! Ace owes 5 million Lord rits, have I forced him to pay?!"
Tower Spirit: ...
If he hadn't misheard, it was 3 million Lord rits last ti. Thor's interest rates were indeed unaffordable for most.
The Tower Spirit took a deep breath and said, "Alright, what reward do you want?"
Mike replied honestly, "Can you let my disciple experience the presence of Supre Being Morpheus? If not Morpheus, Nathan would do!"
Mike was still hung up on the nesis issue. Morpheus, Nathan, he had to et one of them! These two powerful beings were too mysterious.
Morpheus's traces were still manageable; Mike had collected enough embarrassing pasts. Nathan had left almost no traces, too mysterious.
However, Mike had found so clues about this on the Slaughter Stele. At the ti, Mike wanted to find the projection left by Shadow Nine to teach him a lesson. But the Eye of Truth indicated that mbers of the Guardian Shadow wouldn't leave their nas on the Slaughter Stele.
Their traces of challenges had been erased by Apollo. From this perspective, it made sense. "This is beyond my capabilities," the Tower Spirit said seriously, "How about I send you to the ninety-ninth floor, and you can find your third bro?"
"Are you the Tower Spirit, or is my third bro the Tower Spirit?!" Mike was frustrated and indignant. "Damn it, how did the Tower of Truth end up like this! You're just a completely useless Tower Spirit."
"Why are you yelling so loudly!" The Tower Spirit retorted unceremoniously, "Go find Apollo!"
After more back-and-forth, the two finally reached a deal. The Tower Spirit provided Mike with three pieces of SSS-grade materials, all essential for forging SSS-grade armor.
If purchased at the Mystic Market, these materials would cost around 60,000 to 80,000 Lord rits. Though it was a bit less, Mike wasn't picky!
Additionally, during the subsequent tower challenges, the Tower Spirit would add a Truth Gold Ore mine as a reward on a certain floor for Mike.
"That's more like it!" Mike nodded in satisfaction, reluctantly agreeing to the deal. "First- ti trade, I'll take a little loss, no problem!"
Tower Spirit: ...
The Core Crystal of Truth shook a few tis, adjusted its mindset, and spoke again, "Next ti we trade, I want it witnessed by the Mystic Market!"
With the Mystic Market involved, at least fairness and justice could be ensured.
Continuing to trade with Thor like this, floors 31 to 49 could indeed be reclaid. However, by then, the IOUS written by the Tower Spirit could fill the entire Tower of Truth.
After the agreent, the Core Crystal of Truth automatically disappeared. Since Garrosh Carson still had two life cycles to go through, Mike needed to wait for the cycles to complete before settling the conquest.
"Eighth simulation, begin!"
The two returned to the Simulation world and began another life cycle. In this life, Garrosh Carson was reborn, and his parents hoped he would be as healthy as a bull, so they nad him Redbull.
Reborn as Redbull, Redbull Carson lived a fulfilling life in this cycle. With the accumulation of the previous seven lives, Redbull reached level 989 at just seventeen, ready to tribulate at any mont!
However, on Mike's advice, Redbull began to suppress his level, honing his battle techniques as much as possible. Ti in the Simulation world moved much faster than in the outside world. Such an opportunity was rare!
As Redbull progressed, Mike didn't remain idle. The chance to overlook the mortal realm, watching clouds rise and fall, flowers bloom and wither, was also rare.
Mike no longer focused solely on Redbull but instead observed the entire world. Sitting atop the clouds, Mike yawned and casually said, "Boring."
He seed to understand Apollo a bit. If sitting here watching the mortal realm, it was indeed
boring.
Just as Mike was dozing off, a void rift appeared before him! After suppressing his level for eight hundred years, Redbull could no longer contain his inner power and was forced to
tribulate!
Looking at the figure beyond the void rift, Redbull respectfully said, "Master Dream."
In the eighth cycle, with rich battle experience at level 989, Redbull's strength was far beyond
what it once was!
Redbull had simulated in his mind, except for the swordsman from the first life and the butterfly from the third life, against whom he had no chance, he had at least a 50% chance against other opponents!
If he encountered the nesis from the fourth life, Redbull was sure to win!
At his peak, Redbull set a goal for himself: to withstand at least three moves from Master
Dream!
"Do better in your next life, aim for zero mistakes."
Looking at Redbull coming to tribulate, Mike slightly raised his staff. A terrifying lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking Redbull hard.
"Thunderclap Strike!"
Redbull was instantly killed. At the mont of his death, he realized that besides the swordsman and that butterfly, his master was also soone he absolutely could not defeat.
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