Just call me Thor Chapter 633: From here on, it’s your era



The white horse appeared before Mike, clearly for sothing important.

The white dog, however, was confused, unsure of what the white horse intended to do.

"Master, are we heading back already?"

They had just arrived-wasn't it too soon to leave?

Coming here just to eat a few hamburgers, look at a gravestone, and then rush back?

Wasn't the schedule a bit too tight?

"We'll go back, but not yet."

Mike turned to the white horse and asked seriously,

"Can you take back to the past? To this world's past-the ti when I existed here."

The white horse stared coldly at Mike.

"Are you doubting ?"

No matter the world, it was a Truth Source fragnt, an SSS-level talent.

Traversing the River of Ti was as simple as eating or drinking for the white horse. "Not at all."

Mike lowered his head and kicked the white dog lightly, explaining,

"This guy is too weak. It occasionally makes doubt the credibility of SSS-level talents."

The white dog, unable to bear the insult, decided to prove itself.

It lunged at Mike's pant leg and bit down hard.

But it couldn't even leave a mark on Mike's clothes...

The white horse nodded slightly, accepting Mike's explanation.

It stood still, closed its eyes, and made no visible movents.

When it opened its eyes again, blood tears stread down its face.

The white horse, expressionless and cold, said,

"I've found the coordinates. You'll find them... interesting."

The white dog, crouched at Mike's feet, asked cautiously,

"White horse, doesn't that hurt?"

The white horse didn't even glance at it.

Not all SSS-level talents were created equal.

"Thank you," Mike said.

The white horse said nothing.

It raised its hind legs and gave a light kick.

Mike and the white dog vanished from the spot, entering the River of Ti.

After sending them off, the white horse stood in silence for a few seconds.

Then, it suddenly leapt thirty feet into the air, clutching its eyes with its front hooves, and let out a pained wail.

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Earth. May 25, 2024.

A hospital.

In the intensive care unit, Mike and the white dog appeared in a corner of the room.

The white dog imdiately recognized the boy lying on the hospital bed—it was Mike!

It was about to exclaim in surprise but quickly shut its mouth.

An invisible pressure filled the room, forcing it into silence.

Not only that, but the entire space began to tremble, as if it might collapse at any mont.

Under this pressure, the white dog was on the verge of losing control.

Thor placed a hand on the white dog's head, sharing so of the burden and allowing it to

recover.

Mike stared at the familiar figure before him, saying nothing.

A middle-aged man appeared in the room.

It was Apollo.

He walked to the bedside and looked at the boy.

The boy was on the brink of death, his organs failing-there was no chance of saving him.

After Apollo's arrival, the boy inexplicably felt a bit better, even managing to speak.

"Are you..."

The boy looked at Apollo curiously and asked,

"From the hospice care association?"

He had heard there was a process like this.

Apollo shook his head.

"No."

The boy's lips twitched into a faint smile.

"I'm dying, aren't I?"

Apollo nodded.

"Yes."

Hearing their conversation, both Mike and the white dog wore helpless expressions.

The tone confird it—it was definitely Apollo.

If he could say one word, he would never say two.

Precise, honest, and taciturn.

The boy chuckled.

"You could've lied to , you know..."

He was a humorous person-everyone who knew him described him that way.

"But you don't have to die," Apollo said seriously.

"At least, not now."

"Oh?"

The boy's interest was piqued.

"Not die... Is there so new experint? Like becoming a superhero, gaining powers, and

saving the world?"

Apollo tried to understand the boy's words.

He failed.

Apollo simply repeated the last part.

"Yes, saving the world."

The boy beca even more intrigued.

He hadn't expected the hospice care association to send soone so interesting.

Even less did he expect Apollo to play along with his nonsense so earnestly.

He even asked,

"So, what do I have to do to save the world? Defeat Mr. Potato and beco Burger Man?"

"No."

Apollo thought for a mont and said seriously,

"Just stay alive."

Clearly, Apollo's only requirent for the boy to save the world was for him to live.

"Just staying alive can save the world?"

The boy found the conversation increasingly strange.

"That's too easy. I really want to stay alive... stay alive..."

The light in the boy's eyes dimd slightly.

Apollo asked again,

"So, are you willing to save the world?"

The boy smiled.

What kind of question was that?

"If staying alive is the price for saving the world, of course I'm willing."

Apollo corrected him.

"Not this world."

The boy shook his head, unconcerned.

"Any world will do."

After confirming the boy's willingness, Apollo had the answer he needed.

He prepared to leave.

"Wait..."

The boy found the conversation absurd.

Even so, he wanted to say sothing in his final monts.

"Why ?"

Apollo answered seriously,

"Because your body is full of potential. It just needs a chance to realize it."

The boy laughed bitterly.

"Can I take that as your way of comforting ? Are you trying to make feel better with

those words?"

Apollo shook his head and turned to leave again.

The boy's vision blurred.

Summoning his last bit of strength, he called out,

"Wait a second."

Apollo stopped and asked,

"What is it?"

The boy nodded weakly-just that small motion was exhausting for him.

Apollo stood silently, waiting.

He had never been one for unnecessary words.

"Cough, cough-"

The boy coughed twice.

"The doctors said my organs are failing. I don't really understand those terms, but I guess I'm

about to die. What you said was interesting. If it's not a lie, that'd be even better..."

Clearly, the boy still didn't believe the stranger's words.

Apollo frowned slightly and corrected him.

"I don't lie."

He might make mistakes in divination, but lying was beneath him.

At least, at this point in ti, it was.

The boy gave a bitter smile and shared his final thought.

"If my eyes are still usable when I die, maybe they can be donated to soone who needs

them."

Since the boy had said it was his last wish, Apollo left after hearing it.

Mike removed his hand from the white dog's head.

The white dog into deep thought.

So this was the origin of Mike's Eye of Truth?

After a mont of silence, the white dog felt it needed to say sothing.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking..."

Mike replied,

"I should've donated my cock instead."

The white dog: ...

It had been planning to comfort Mike, but now it felt there was no need.

"Heh."

Mike grinned.

"I was just wondering... if I awakened an SSS-level cock..."

The heavy atmosphere was instantly shattered by the joke.

On the hospital bed, the boy gradually stopped breathing.

Alarms-

Resuscitation-

Declaration of death-

Donation of corneas as per the boy's wishes-

The hospital staff bustled around the "body," but in reality, there was nothing there.

The white dog was surprised.

"Master, you didn't die?"

"Of course not."

Mike rolled his eyes and said irritably,

"I'm alive and well. Even if the Supre Demon God dies, I won't."

By now, the events of that ti were crystal clear.

The crisis of the Supre Demon God was brewing, and the Heavenly Realm faced potential

destruction.

So, the Heavenly Realm decided to save itself.

The first to act was the world source of the Heavenly Realm.

Like the Supre Demon God, the two sides didn't waste ti-they started at full strength.

There was no leveling-up process; it was a direct clash of bosses.

The mont the Tower of Truth was built, the Supre Demon God was born, and the

Heavenly Realm's world source descended.

Using the Tower of Truth as a foundation, the Heavenly Realm's world source sealed the Supre Demon God.

But the seal could only delay the inevitable-it couldn't kill the Supre Demon God.

Thus, the Heavenly Realm's world source began a new plan: to kill the Supre Demon God.

It created the Supre Mark and allowed the Truth Ten Races-specifically humanity-to wield SSS-level talents.

The plan was simple: nine consecutive generations of human Supre Beings would fight the

Supre Demon God to the death.

If they succeeded, the Supre Demon God would die.

But the Heavenly Realm's world source encountered an unexpected problem.

Apollo was born.

Apollo's existence posed a question:

"Am I a butterfly or a human?"

This question consud a significant portion of the Heavenly Realm's world source's

resources-resources that should have been used against the Supre Demon God. Apollo's personality took up too much of the system's "CPU."

But Apollo's ergence wasn't entirely accidental-it was almost inevitable.

The plan required at least nine consecutive generations of human Supre Beings to succeed.

For the Heavenly Realm's world source, relying on others was never ideal.

If it could act directly, it would.

Thus, it didn't eliminate Apollo.

Instead, it allowed him to exist, hoping he would step up for humanity at the right ti.

This was part of the plan.

But the plan never went smoothly.

The Heavenly Realm's world source hadn't anticipated that Apollo would break free of its

control, splitting the two sides apart.

Apollo's escape was bad news for the Heavenly Realm's world source.

If Apollo refused to fight the Supre Demon God, the plan would fail.

But Apollo chose a different path.

This was Apollo's choice-it had nothing to do with the Heavenly Realm.

For the first ti, the threads of the story were perfectly clear to Mike.

It was as if he were repeating his own thoughts as he said slowly, "So, in the original plan, the Tower of Truth was only open to potential Supre Beings.

If a potential Supre Being fell, the Supre Mark would imdiately pass to the next

candidate, and the process would continue..."

To the Heavenly Realm's world source, humanity's ultimate fate wasn't a concern.

It only wanted the Supre Demon God dead.

Thus, the Tower of Truth's original purpose was to mass-produce human Supre Beings.

The mont one Supre Being fell, the next would be trained.

Under imnse survival pressure, human Supre Beings wouldn't have the luxury of

ascending.

They would be forced to fight the Supre Demon God head-on.

Even if a few chose to ascend, the Heavenly Realm could imdiately train new potential

Supre Beings.

But one unexpected factor disrupted this seemingly perfect plan:

Morpheus.

When Morpheus entered the Tower of Truth, he modified it to be open to all of humanity.

This gave humanity the ans to resist the Abyss.

Human Supre Beings could now create a safer environnt for the next generation, giving

them more ti and freedom to grow.

Most importantly, through his conversations with Apollo and his own research, Morpheus

likely uncovered the truth.

As a result, he altered the Tower of Truth's chanics.

Instead of producing SSS-level talents continuously, they would only appear roughly once

every hundred years.

In other words, the Tower of Truth, originally designed to mass-produce human Supre

Beings, beca a sanctuary for humanity's developnt. Resources ant exclusively for Supre Beings were distributed among all of humanity.

This was why the earliest Thor received rewards that benefited the entire human race after completing the Tower of Truth.

The birth rate of human Supre Beings was stretched to its absolute limit.

The death of the Supre Demon God-and the destruction of this world-was delayed as

much as

possible.

All of this was the result of Morpheus's choice three hundred years ago.

Even with Apollo's guidance and the strongest Supre Mark in hand,

What Morpheus achieved was nothing short of a miracle.

Only now did Mike fully understand what Morpheus had done.

Mike nodded slowly and continued,

"After Morpheus, the Heavenly Realm's world source adjusted its strategy.

That's when Ares ca into the picture..."

The rise of Ares, humanity's second Supre Being, was abrupt and unexpected.

So attributed it to humanity's luck.

But Apollo knew the real reason.

"After Ares, the Heavenly Realm's world source deed the world ready and personally

intervened, becoming the third-generation potential Supre Being..." "And then it ca to another dinsion of Earth to find , making the fourth-

generation potential Supre Being, to complete the plan to kill the Supre Demon God..."

The white dog: ???

Master, are you reciting the plot summary?

Did you sneak a peek at the entire novel's outline?

The white dog couldn't see it, but a phantom of Apollo appeared before Mike, standing in the

River of Ti.

Everything Mike had just said was what Apollo had told him.

Mike was rely repeating it.

The power was faint-so faint that the Heavenly Realm's world source couldn't detect it or

even know Apollo had intervened.

It was also incredibly subtle-so subtle that it would only activate when Mike appeared.

This was Apollo's way of safely passing on everything he knew to Mike.

After hearing Mike's repetition, Apollo nodded slightly.

"That's correct."

Apollo's shadow gradually dissipated, leaving behind one final sentence:

"From here on, it's your era.

Everything is up to you."