Mike was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
How could sothing so absurdly funny actually happen?
Three hundred years ago, the Tower Spirit had sought Apollo for a divination.
Based on Apollo's prediction, the Tower Spirit had unhesitatingly bet everything on the demon race.
It was the Tower Spirit's only chance.
But as events unfolded, things began to spiral into the ridiculous.
From the Tower Spirit's perspective, every choice it made was the most logical and correct
one.
And when it felt uncertain, it turned to the most reliable person it knew-Apollo.
But who could have predicted...
Apollo could be wrong!
With no better options, the Tower Spirit had no choice but to grit its teeth and stick to the plan.
And since Apollo had already anticipated this possibility, he naturally had a contingency plan in place.
Thus, over the next three hundred years, the Tower Spirit diligently crafted one SSS-level piece of equipnt after another for humanity.
"So that's how it was."
Mike finally understood, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Fool Master's plight.
A sympathetic smile crept onto his face.
But then, a question arose in his mind:
Why had the white horse brought him here?
Before he could turn his gaze to the white horse, the River of Ti accelerated.
The scene shifted and froze at a specific mont.
In the image, a white-haired swordsman was polishing a set of heavy armor, speaking to the air.
"Thor, by the ti you see this recording, I should still be alive."
Mike was stunned.
He hadn't expected Ares to leave him a ssage in this way.
Ares continued,
"I've practiced swordsmanship since I was a child.
Throughout my life, I've encountered few worthy opponents.
I've slaughtered countless enemies, and I once thought the Supre Demon God was the strongest foe I would ever face..."
Hearing this, Mike nodded slightly, agreeing with Ares's assessnt.
Ares went on,
"But I didn't learn the sword to kill the Supre Demon God."
Mike's expression grew serious.
He realized this wasn't going to be a simple ssage.
Ares continued,
"What created the Supre Demon God?
What led to the current situation?
If we kill the Supre Demon God, will another one simply take its place?
If our fate is to kill the Supre Demon God, then who holds the fate to kill us?"
Ares posed question after question.
Mike remained silent, offering no answers.
He had, of course, pondered these questions himself.
But this was Ares's ssage, a monologue of sorts, not a conversation seeking Mike's input.
"First of all, this world has always had the Apocalypse," Ares said casually.
"The Apocalypse has existed for countless cycles.
This world has been destroyed and reborn ti and ti again.
To resist the Apocalypse, the Tower of Truth, the Great Whirlpool, the Abyss, and the Supre Demon God were created..."
"Now, consider this possibility," Ares said, his tone sharpening.
"What if the Supre Demon God's existence is this world's way of resisting the Apocalypse?"
Mike froze.
He hadn't considered it from that angle before.
"And opposite this world is the Heavenly Realm," Ares continued.
"The Heavenly Realm is paradise, the embodint of all that is good.
It is an eternal, unshakable kingdom, a never-sinking ark..."
"But don't you think the Heavenly Realm is too perfect?"
Ares posed another question.
"Truth ca from the Heavenly Realm.
Apollo ca from the Heavenly Realm.
The Truth Source is also from the Heavenly Realm..."
The Apocalypse exists in this world but not in the Heavenly Realm.
Why did Truth appear in this world?
And why does it so desperately want to return to the Heavenly Realm?
Was the Supre Demon God's creation a coincidence, or was it inevitable?
Ares was certain of one thing:
The Supre Demon God might be the strongest enemy, but it was not the most troubleso
one.
"No matter what, the problem doesn't lie in this world.
The problem lies in the Heavenly Realm," Ares said firmly.
He had spent years thinking and searching, finding only faint traces of evidence.
He had spent enough ti in this world but had never been to the Heavenly Realm.
So information was simply beyond his reach, leaving him stuck in the realm of
speculation.
In the image, the swordsman finished polishing the armor, stood up, and casually tied his
long hair back.
Ares looked up, his gaze piercing the sky, as if looking at sothing far beyond.
"If I could live another life, I would dedicate it to one thing."
His voice was calm, but the River of Ti trembled, and the image shattered like a mirror.
...
As Ares's voice faded, Mike couldn't shake the feeling that sothing was off.
Originally, Mike had thought that the inescapable fate of Supre Beings was death.
But after seeing this, he realized he had been wrong.
Humanity's Supre Beings were fundantally different from those of other races.
They couldn't be compared.
The Supre Beings of other races died because they were too weak, lacking the power to
survive.
Humanity's Supre Beings, on the other hand, could not be killed by anything in existence if
they focused solely on self-preservation.
But humanity's Supre Beings always chose the harder path.
If humanity's Supre Beings wouldn't die, then death wasn't their fate.
So what was their fate?
At that mont, Mike realized a possibility.
The enemy wasn't just the Supre Demon God.
While Mike was still pondering how to kill the Supre Demon God, Ares had already set his
sights on sothing far greater.
Ares's voice returned, cutting through Mike's thoughts.
"There are so things I can't tell you face-to-face, so I'm using this thod to
communicate."
"Just as I said earlier, the Supre Demon God is an inevitable product of this world.
Even without the Truth Source, so other force would have caused the Supre Demon God
to be born."
"Following this logic, what is the Supre Demon God?
It is the culmination of all the power in this world, reaching an unprecedented height,
breaking through all limits..."
Ares didn't beat around the bush.
He directly shared his theory:
"The Supre Demon God is this world's rebellion against the Heavenly Realm.
This world would rather destroy itself than let the Heavenly Realm survive unscathed."
The idea sounded absurd at first.
But the more Mike thought about it, the more it made sense.
All the beings in this world who had touched the threshold of Supre were forcibly gathered
together.
Without so hidden hand guiding this, not even the Truth Source could have achieved such a
feat.
This world... the Heavenly Realm...
Was the conflict between them a battle of worlds?
Ares continued,
"My godson's talent is extraordinary, as you've seen.
But my talent surpasses his. Without exaggeration, I rank among the top three strongest Supre Beings in humanity's
history."
"Why am I so strong?"
Ares wasn't boasting; he was seriously contemplating the question.
"Why doesn't the demon race have a genius like ?
Why did I, of all people, beco the potential Supre Being instead of Maxen?"
The question left Mike stumped.
Did Mike have sothing special about him?
Yes.
Mike's greatest secret, one he had never shared with anyone-perhaps only Apollo knew-
was that he was a transmigrator.
Mike's uniqueness could be explained by that.
But what about Ares?
Ares quickly posed another question:
"What if I told you that all of this-our rebellion included-was part of fate's plan?"
Mike's eyes lit up.
It was as if he had stumbled upon a crucial piece of the puzzle.
If the Supre Demon God was this world's rebellion against the Heavenly Realm,
And if this world was willing to self-destruct to drag the Heavenly Realm down with it...
Then what about the Heavenly Realm?
Faced with this world's suicidal defiance, how would the Heavenly Realm respond?
Mike imdiately realized that Ares's existence might be a gift from the Heavenly Realm!
Yes, the Heavenly Realm.
To survive, the Heavenly Realm had to act. Between humanity and the demon race, the Heavenly Realm had no choice.
Humanity's second Supre Being, Ares-his fate might have been scripted by the Heavenly
Realm.
Humanity's third Supre Being, Apollo...
He had been influenced by the Heavenly Realm's world source his entire life.
It was as if the Heavenly Realm itself had stepped into the ga.
Seen in this light, Ares's theory wasn't baseless.
It was logical and well-supported.
The only thing the Heavenly Realm's world consciousness might not have anticipated was
this:
Humanity's Supre Beings were too strong.
So strong that no one could control Ares's fate.
Mike couldn't help but ask,
"What about Morpheus?"
To his surprise, the historical scene actually responded.
Ares answered naturally,
"Morpheus was an accident-an uncalculated anomaly."
Ares's expression darkened slightly as he added,
"Even Morpheus's death... was strange.
But don't worry about that for now.
You have more important things to focus on."
Mike's eyes lit up. Finally, they were getting to the point!
Ares had gone to great lengths to leave this ssage in the River of Ti.
It couldn't be for sothing trivial.
Mike held his breath, waiting for what ca next.
"The first thing you need to figure out..."
Ares's gaze pierced through the River of Ti, locking onto Mike.
"Where did you co from?"
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