Tower of Truth, First Floor.
A young man stepped into the familiar space, ready to begin his journey.
This wasn't his first ti here.
Years ago, Shadow Nine had walked these sa paths alongside Nathan.
Standing at the edge of Thunder Valley, he felt the breeze brush against his face and took a deep breath.
It was ti to begin.
Three minutes.
That's all it took for him to conquer the first floor with an SSS-level rating.
The Blessing of Truth was still in Thor's possession, but Shadow Nine didn't care about such things.
His only goal was to grow stronger, to reach the quasi-Supre level as quickly as possible.
For soone like him, who had glimpsed the highest peaks, everything else was just a fleeting cloud.
Shadow Nine steadied his emotions and pressed onward.
Many of the restrictions that applied to ordinary people didn't affect a potential Supre Being like him.
Especially now, after centuries of changes to the Tower of Truth.
Thor, while building his own tower, had casually siphoned off a significant amount of materials from the Tower of Truth.
When it ca to squeezing out profits, Thor was unmatched.
Shadow Nine surged forward, clearing twenty floors in one go.
Feeling he could use a break, he decided to pause.
"Truth Core Crystal!"
He called out for the crystal, sothing he hadn't used much before-Nathan had always handled it.
But no matter how many tis he called, the Truth Core Crystal didn't appear.
Shadow Nine frowned, realizing sothing was wrong.
After a mont, he gave up trying.
He had a sinking suspicion about what was happening.
"Damn it!"
He'd been tricked by Mike.
Outside the Tower of Truth.
Mike yawned as he glanced at the tower, then turned to leave.
Behind him stood humanity's strongest warriors: Calderon, Cedric, Maxen, Shadow One, Shadow Three, and Fool Master.
"When I reach the Supre Abyssal, the final battle will begin," Mike said casually.
"This one... will last a long ti."
He had his own matters to attend to an appointnt to keep.
"When my battle with the Supre Demon God ends, Shadow Nine should be ready to erge."
Mike turned back, his gaze sweeping over the group.
"The Apocalypse is near. There's no ti left."
When Shadow Nine awakened, there had been less than five years until the Apocalypse.
If humanity didn't find a way to kill the Supre Demon God within that years, everything would be lost.
In other words, Mike was preparing to fight the Supre Demon God for an entire five years.
"Maxen," Mike said, "go pick up your Second Godfather."
Maxen looked confused.
"Isn't my father about to be resurrected?"
Nathan's impending resurrection was an open secret among humanity's leaders.
Maxen couldn't understand why he was being sent to fetch his Second Godfather instead of his own father.
"Just go. Ares asked for you specifically. If you have questions, take them up with him!"
Mike waved him off, adding,
"And for the record, I'm never taking you as my godson!"
Maxen: ...
After sending Maxen away, Mike turned to Calderon and Cedric.
"According to Apollo's arrangents, Nathan could revive at any mont after Shadow Nine's resurrection.
But without reaching the Ultimate Lord level, no one can approach his coffin."
This was why Maxen had been sent away.
Maxen was too strong, but his level was too low-he hadn't been able to break through.
Cedric, despite his severe injuries back then, had already returned to the Ultimate Lord level.
Calderon, however, had been barred from entry due to the high threshold.
They were the most suitable candidates to oversee Nathan's resurrection.
"Resurrecting a Supre Being is unprecedented," Mike warned.
"It's never happened before, and it might never happen again.
Keep an eye on things-don't let anything go wrong."
He continued,
"When Morpheus wakes up, he might go after the Fifth Demon God.
My third brother's disciple is with him. You can contact him when the ti cos."
Michael, despite years of effort, still hadn't broken through.
But his relationship with the demon gods had grown increasingly close.
The Fifth Demon God had even promised that after his death, Michael could take over as Leader, with full authority to handle his funeral.
Calderon and Cedric nodded silently.
Mike turned to Shadow One and Fool Master.
"When I enter the Supre Abyssal, Apollo will make an appearance."
Fool Master raised an eyebrow.
"Did you ask Apollo?"
Mike replied confidently,
"Do I need to ask? I know what Apollo's thinking!"
"When Apollo cos out, he'll deal with his own problems first. After that, he might go
looking for Shadow Two..."
Jokes aside, Mike's tone turned serious.
"This is it. Everything hinges on this mont. I'm counting on you all."
If the Supre Demon God was truly pushed to the brink, every demon creature in the Abyss
would go berserk.
The Tower of Truth would also unleash countless demon creatures.
If humanity wanted to protect its ho, it would have to withstand this final onslaught.
Supre Beings had their battlefield.
Everyone else had theirs.
This war had reached its most critical mont.
No grand speeches were needed.
No stirring words, no elaborate ceremonies.
Humanity had been preparing for this battle for over four centuries.
All for this final confrontation.
There was no need for heroics or theatrics.
Everything was happening in silence, waiting for the explosion.
After making all the necessary arrangents, Mike's figure slowly faded.
It was only a projection of his power.
The real Mike had already gone to the Supre Abyssal.
Supre Abyssal.
The day was unusually quiet.
The stone statue that had guarded the Supre Abyssal for over a century began to crack.
Apollo stood up.
From head to toe, his body was covered in intricate cracks, like a shattered ceramic vessel
pieced back together.
He didn't look at the Supre Demon God.
Instead, he turned in another direction.
A young man in white appeared abruptly in the void.
"Third Bro."
Mike greeted him casually as he walked forward.
Apollo also moved forward.
The two passed each other without saying much.
Apollo paused, then turned back and said, "I'm leaving everything to you." "Don't worry. I'll handle it," Thor replied.
Apollo nodded, took a step forward, and left the Supre Abyssal.
The Human Supre Being Apollo had returned to the mortal realm.
A butterfly appeared suddenly before Apollo.
Apollo stared at it coldly and said,
"We have unfinished business."
The butterfly flapped its wings lightly, and in the blink of an eye, both Apollo and the
butterfly vanished.
That was Apollo's matter to handle-no one else needed to worry about it.
Mike continued walking toward the deepest part of the Supre Abyssal, as if returning
ho.
He tilted his head slightly, feeling the oppressive energy ahead, and gazed at the unspeakable
horrors before him.
In a soft voice, Mike said, "I'm Godslayer. Thor."
On that day, Thor entered the Supre Abyssal.
Humanity never heard from him again.
Everything about him vanished-his white dog, his private space, his Thor's Tower...
Humanity's strongest tried to investigate the Supre Abyssal but found nothing.
Even the most powerful Ultimate Lords couldn't approach it-they were repelled by the
lightning.
It was impossible to determine whether the battle was still ongoing or if the lightning was
rely the aftermath.
If such intense lightning was only the aftermath of the battle...
One question lood large:
How strong was Thor?
This question would remain unanswered.
Six months passed in the blink of an eye.
Nathan was resurrected.
Apollo defeated the butterfly.
Ares returned.
But Thor remained locked in battle with the Supre Demon God.
The fight had lasted six months.
Facing the threat of annihilation, the Supre Demon God resisted fiercely.
But Apollo had already prophesied-Thor was close to victory.
The end was near.
One week later.
Shadow Nine was ready to erge.
It had taken him six months to climb the Tower of Truth's ninety-nine floors.
On the ninety-ninth floor, he saw four walls.
ssages left by Morpheus, Ares, Apollo...
And Thor.
"Being invincible is so lonely."
Before becoming Supre, Morpheus had died, Ares had ascended, and Apollo had guarded
the Supre Abyssal...
Thor had no one to talk to.
Occasionally, he'd use his Deathsinger persona to scam free als.
Starting a smurf account was a small joy in an otherwise lonely existence. Shadow Nine thought for a mont, left his own ssage on the wall, and turned to leave.
Pushing open the door, he stepped out of the Tower of Truth.
Thor had trapped him for six months!
As Shadow Nine prepared to leave, Shadow Three appeared before him and said gravely,
"Thor has been gone for six months."
"It seems this battle is incredibly difficult. A six-month-long fight will go down in history."
Four years passed.
The battle had raged for over a thousand days.
For over a thousand days, Thor fought without rest. For humanity.
For glory.
For the na Thor.
People knew of a Supre Being nad Thor, but few truly understood his strength.
Thor's only goal was to kill the Supre Demon God and prove who was the strongest
Supre Being.
Apollo had said it would take nine generations of Supre Beings to kill the Supre Demon
God.
But Thor was determined to prove, through his actions, that he alone was enough.
"It's ti to go back."
Four and a half years had passed. Mike had finally ended his battle with the Supre Demon
God.
He returned unscathed, his body brimming with vitality, without a single wound to show for
the thousand-day war.
After arriving back in Florida, Mike indulged in a few hamburgers-his favorite pasti-
before preparing to set out again.
This ti, he wasn't going alone.
He intended to bring others along to witness this historic mont.
Mike first picked up Maxen, then gathered Cedric, Calderon, and other powerful beings from
various races, as well as those connected to the Supre Demon God.
Things didn't go exactly as expected. Thor was too strong.
He had single-handedly beaten the Supre Demon God to the brink of death.
But instead of delivering the final blow, Thor had spent the thousand days of battle contemplating a better way to end it all.
"Everyone's almost here. When do we leave?" Maxen asked eagerly.
He couldn't wait to see the Supre Demon God's demise.
"Not yet," Thor replied, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
"There's still one key person missing." At that mont, a streak of light shot across the sky.
A man wearing a crown and a luxurious robe descended from the heavens.
"I'm here!"
Mike nodded.
"Now we can go."
Supre Abyssal.
When Mike arrived with the Fifth Demon God, Shadow Two, Ares, Apollo, and others, a small
child approached him timidly.
The child quickly hid behind Mike, nervously peeking out at the others.
This child was the Supre Demon God's benevolence, a fragnt of its essence.
If the Supre Demon God died, the child would perish as well.
The question now was:
How could they ensure the Supre Demon God's death in the best possible way?
The Fifth Demon God stared at the dying Supre Demon God, mories flooding back to
him.
Stamring, he muttered,
"I... I am [Truth]?!"
In that mont, he finally regained clarity.
The others stood silently, saying nothing.
So already knew the truth; others had guessed it.
Beside Mike, Shadow Two suddenly jumped up. "Daddy, you finally rembered!"
Mike: ??? Fifth Demon God: ???
"You knew all along?"
Shadow Two looked confused.
"Huh? You didn't know? I thought it was common knowledge."
His father was Truth, the entity that had fled from the Heavenly Realm.
Wasn't that obvious?
Fifth Demon God: ...
"You're such a shit child... If you knew, why didn't you tell sooner?"
Shadow Two asked innocently,
"By the way, Daddy, why did you run away back then?"
Run
away?
Mike sensed sothing unusual.
Truth had fled to this universe?
From the Heavenly Realm?
Why had he left, and why had he wanted to return?
"Yes, I ran," the Fifth Demon God (Truth) said coldly, casting a glance at the Supre Demon
God.
"The Supre Demon God is powerful because it contains the Truth Source.
In the beginning, the Truth Source belonged to the Heavenly Realm.
That's why the Heavenly Realm was immortal and indestructible, why it monopolized all
fortune...
But it wasn't fair."
Feeling this injustice, Truth had rebelled.
It was a bold and courageous choice.
He fled the Heavenly Realm and ca to this universe.
By the ti Truth arrived, he was gravely injured and had lost his mory.
Driven by instinct, he sought to return ho-to the Heavenly Realm.
And so, everything that followed unfolded.
The will of this universe, seizing its only opportunity, used the Truth Source to create the
Supre Demon God, intending to destroy everything. Everything had begun with Truth, and it would end with him.
Truth took a step forward, ready to bring this saga to a close.
Mike patted the white dog's head.
"Get a close-up."
White dog: ...
Shadow Two, who had been building up his emotions, was completely thrown off by this.
He had planned to laugh but suddenly burst into tears instead.
Truth scanned the crowd and said solemnly,
"I can finally die."
With that, he rged into the Supre Demon God's body, preparing to do one final thing.
Truth beca the Supre Demon God.
He severed the connection to this universe's world source, released the other powerful wills.
Finally, he began to die.
The Supre Demon God had to die by suicide.
If human beings killed him, this universe would be destroyed.
If the Heavenly Realm killed him, it would regain control of the Truth Source.
This was the only way.
Everything had begun with Truth, and Thor had given him the most dignified ending.
"Daddy!"
Shadow Two wailed in anguish.
For a brief mont, Truth felt he might have wronged his son.
He glanced at Shadow Two one last ti.
But what he saw was Shadow Two clutching the white dog, crying hysterically.
"Daddy! Why did you turn into a dog?!"
"Daddy! Say sothing! Or at least bark!"
Truth: ...
Forget it.
There was nothing worth staying for.
As Truth died, explosions erupted within his body.
The accumulated energy of the Heavenly Realm and this universe was unleashed in a single,
cataclysmic event.
The Supre Demon God, who had devoured countless things, returned everything in the
end.
From the explosion, countless worlds were born.
Each world held infinite possibilities.
So were filled with chanical lifeforms.
Others were inhabited by massive, ancient beasts.
So worlds birthed miraculous beings with power rivaling Ultimate Lords from the mont
of their creation.
And so were ho to fragile yet infinitely potential-filled humans.
One by one, these worlds erged.
Because ti flowed differently in each world, so had already developed advanced
civilizations, while others remained in their primordial eras.
As the creator of these worlds, Mike was astonished.
For a mont, he was srized by the infinite possibilities before him.
When he snapped out of it, he turned to Apollo and asked, "What will you do next?"
"Good question."
Apollo stepped forward, returning to the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth.
He needed ti to think.
Once he figured it out, he would act.
Apollo had always been like that.
Ares had already left, taking his sword with him.
One of the new worlds, filled with master swordsn, had caught his interest.
Morpheus and Shadow Nine chatted idly about their future plans.
They hadn't thought that far ahead yet.
"For now, let's seal him," Morpheus said, glancing at the child.
"It's the only option."
The Heavenly Realm was now completely crippled, stripped of its fortune and reduced to the
level of any other world.
This universe had been saved-for now.
But the Truth Source needed to be stored, and the child had to be sealed temporarily.
The child tugged at Mike's sleeve and asked,
"Will it hurt?"
"No."
"...Okay."
The child walked into Thor's Tower on his own.
Feeling the child's presence sealed within the Thor's Tower, Mike sighed and shook his head.
If anything happened to Thor's Tower, these newly born worlds would be on the brink of
destruction.
The responsibility was imnse.
Thor was no longer just humanity's Supre Being.
He was now the Supre Being of this universe, tasked with protecting its countless worlds
and civilizations.
Mike stored Thor's Tower and turned his gaze back to the infinite worlds before him.
From that day on, a pair of eyes watched over these worlds.
It was said that the owner of those eyes was the most powerful being in existence, the ruler of
countless worlds.
So who had reached the level of supre being had tried to challenge those eyes, only to
be easily defeated by a seemingly insignificant bolt of lightning.
The eyes simply watched, silently.
Before them lay infinite possibilities.
Years later.
An old man lay on his deathbed, his body frail and his life nearing its end.
His family surrounded him, silently weeping.
Suddenly, ti froze.
Even the liquid in the IV drip hung motionless in midair.
The old man, unaffected, looked around in confusion.
A familiar figure approached.
The old man reached out, his voice trembling.
"Mike? It's been nearly two hundred years since we last spoke. I can't believe you still look
like you're eighteen."
Mike smiled.
"Cain, you've disappointed . Your strength hasn't improved at all after all these years, and
now your life is at its end."
Cain chuckled.
"It doesn't matter. Seeing my old friend again, I can die without regrets."
Mike placed a hand on Cain's wrinkled forehead. "No, you won't die.
Your future is far from over.
The Blood Clan still needs you..."
As Mike withdrew his hand, Cain felt a surge of energy awaken within him.
It was as if a withered tree had suddenly sprouted roots, branches, and leaves.
Cain's body transford, his frailty replaced by vitality. His appearance shifted from elderly to middle-aged, then from middle-aged to youthful.
For the first ti in centuries, Cain felt ancient yet powerful energy coursing through him.
He stared at Mike in disbelief.
As Mike walked away, Cain called out,
"Mike, who are you? How do you possess such incredible, mysterious power?"
As Mike disappeared, ti resud its flow.
Cain heard a voice echo in his mind:
"Just call Thor."
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