Just call me Thor

Chapter 513: The Blood Ancestor is dead?



"Soul contract, sign here, fingerprint here..."

Moments later, a flash of black light signaled the activation of the soul contract between Mike and the black mist.

"When did this guy change class to Soul Element?" Maxen muttered quietly to himself.

Thor's lightning was already formidable, but now, with the addition of Soul Element, his power had grown significantly. Watching the black mist sign the contract, Maxen couldn't help but sigh.

This ancient being, who had survived since ancient times, was still too naive. She didn't realize that every contract signed with Thor was essentially a 'slave' contract. There was no escape.

Perhaps this was the inevitable fate of ancient powerful beings.

Looking at it from another angle, Maxen found it easier to accept emotionally. At least she had encountered Thor.

If she had met the First Godfather, she'd be losing sleep for the rest of her life.

If she had met the Second Godfather, she wouldn't have a life left to lose. And if she had met Apollo, her quality of life would be in constant jeopardy.

Compared to those three, Thor was actually the most merciful!

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way," Maxen said, preparing to leave.

"Wait, you can't go!" Mike stopped him, his gaze shifting between Maxen and the golden pig.

After a moment of thought, Mike pointed at the pig and declared boldly, "I'm taking her with me today. Any objections?"

Everyone: ???

Mike turned to look for Vladimir, expecting his usual unconditional support. But to his shock, he realized that Vladimir had been killed by Dracula!

For a moment, Mike was filled with both grief and anger. He shouted, "Dracula, how dare you oppose me! Let me show you what happens when you defy me!"

With that, he casually unleashed a fully charged Lightning, turning Dracula to ashes.

After dealing with Dracula, Mike repeated his earlier statement, "I'm taking her with me today. Let's see who dares stop me!"

"Who's stopping you?" Maxen asked, utterly confused. "Take her if you want. Just don't kill her."

Having sold out the golden pig, Maxen turned to explain to her, "This is the latest potential Supreme Being of the human race. For the foreseeable future, he's the one calling the shots. You might as well get used to it."

Lilith the golden pig: ???

Clearly, no one present had said a word, but their expressions and eyes already showed a certain level of respect and fear.

"You see, Dracula's dead now, so let's talk business," Mike said, clapping his hands as if to signal the end of the drama.

With Dracula gone, Lilith finally relaxed a little. To her, Dracula had always been the most terrifying presence.

Mike, now in a much friendlier tone, asked, "First question: why was Dracula trying to kill you?"

"Why don't you ask him?" Lilith was on the verge of tears. I'm the victim here!

Why are you asking the victim why they were being chased? It's like asking if I stole ten billion dollars and that's why a snail is chasing me!

"Huh?" Mike paused, realizing she had a point. "I'll ask him, don't worry. I'm a fair and just person. You both can speak freely, and I promise I won't be biased. But in your opinion, why was Dracula after you?"

Lilith hesitated for a moment, then squirmed a bit before answering, "I'm actually pretty useless. I've always been weak, and I didn't have much status in the blood clan. I was bullied everywhere..."

From Lilith's explanation, Mike heard a familiar theory: If you become a complete waste, no one can use you!

Since ancient times, Lilith had been a self-proclaimed waste, relying on her sister, the Blood Ancestor, to coast through life, eating and drinking without a care. She was such a non-threat that Dracula couldn't even be bothered to look at her, let alone chase her down.

After explaining her situation, Lilith shared her own guess, "He probably thought that if I were in a life-threatening situation, my sister wouldn't just sit by and do nothing. She'd likely step in to help..."

This guess made a lot of sense.

Dracula, instead of staying comfortably as a Quasi-God, had escaped from the Temple of Truth with one goal: to find the Blood Ancestor. And Lilith was the only one with a blood connection to the Blood Ancestor, who had always doted on her.

With that in mind, it wasn't hard for Dracula to come up with a bold idea: Kill her and see what happens. Even if he was wrong and failed, losing a waste like Lilith wouldn't bother him.

"I see..." Mike nodded, then asked, "And then?"

"Well, I was being sheltered in the dragon race's forbidden land, but they didn't want to provoke Dracula, so I asked a young dragon to help me escape..." Lilith scratched her head, looking a bit confused. "He chased me, so I ran..."

Mike couldn't help but roll his eyes. The dragon race is so weak! They don't even have the dignity of an Upper Three Race if they're afraid of Dracula!

But after thinking it over, Mike quickly understood.

At the time, the Tower of Truth was still flying through the void, and Dracula, having defected from the Temple of Truth, was incredibly powerful, with several God-level puppets at his disposal. In such a situation, even the mighty dragon race wouldn't want to mess with

Dracula.

Besides, they were only looking after Lilith out of respect for the Blood Ancestor. With the Blood Ancestor gone, what respect was left?

Lilith had fled all the way from the eighty-second floor to the fortieth floor! On the fortieth floor, she must have triggered some mechanism, trapping Dracula's reformed body there. To escape, Dracula had to continue pursuing her in phantom form.

Meanwhile, Lilith had fallen into a beginner's instance.

Who knows how long she stayed there before the first visitor arrived.

That's when Lilith met the man-the first Supreme Being of the human race.

Lilith also had her first meal.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. There's plenty of compressed biscuits."

"Don't just eat the canned food, drink some water."

After stuffing herself, Lilith's belly was round and full. She took a few steps before collapsing,

trembling in place.

"Why are you shaking? Are you cold?" Morpheus squatted down, covering Piggy with a

ragged cloth and picking her up.

To ease her nerves, Morpheus asked kindly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

...

After hearing Piggy's story about the first Supreme Being of the human race, Mike couldn't

help but sigh.

Morpheus was always so concerned about others' sleep quality.

He really was so "gentle"!

"Well, the story's over. Pack up, you're coming with me to the sheep pen."

Everyone: ???

Question marks popped up over everyone's heads.

Maxen's question mark was about Thor openly referring to his private space as a pen. Was that

really okay?

Piggy's question mark was about why she had to leave after telling everything she knew.

The powerful being in the black mist had only one question: Shouldn't a place for pigs be

called a pigsty?

Mike was already used to their reactions. He waved at Piggy, "Come on, you don't have

anywhere else to go."

Lilith weakly protested, "I... actually... like it here..."

For the past three hundred years, she had lived a life of bliss on the thirty-eighth floor, eating

and sleeping without a care. Aside from missing her sister, she had no regrets. She was probably the happiest little pig in existence.

Seeing her reluctance, Mike patiently explained, "The Tower of Truth isn't safe anymore. Look, this floor has already been taken over by the Supreme Demon God's minions."

Mike pointed at the black mist. "Today, it's someone you know, so they're being polite. But

what if tomorrow it's an enemy? You'd be dead on the spot!"

Lilith fell silent.

"I spoke with Professor Gregory before I came," Maxen added, delivering a helpful assist. "He suggested that after this is over, you should leave the thirty-eighth floor."

If Lilith left this floor, there weren't many places she could go. Staying with a Supreme Being was out of the question. On one hand, she was Morpheus's pet

and didn't know the other Supreme Beings well. On the other hand, for certain reasons, she

couldn't stay with Morpheus either.

There weren't many powerful humans who could take her in, either.

Lilith had eaten the Lucky Clover, making her incredibly lucky. But luck to such an extreme

could also be a curse.

Lilith had once considered following a powerful wind element mage who seemed strong and

had even broken the record for conquering the thirty-eighth floor! After just a brief

interaction, this powerful being had a smooth breakthrough to nine-star Lord.

Then, Joseph's progress came to a halt.

With that precedent, Lilith was hesitant to get too close to powerful humans.

There weren't many who could handle her overwhelming luck!

Potential Supreme Being Thor was undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Can I follow you?" Lilith asked Maxen, making one last attempt to avoid her fate. "Back in

the day, I fought alongside your Godfather. We worked so well together! Every time

equipment dropped, I was the one to loot it..."

Mike: ...

This pig really thought of herself as a pet!

Lilith had one redeeming quality: she had a very clear understanding of her own uselessness.

In her mind, following Maxen would allow her to continue coasting through life.

"And I'm really lucky! You're short on money, right? I'll help you make tons of it!"

Lilith's words almost made Maxen break down on the spot.

Do you think I, the Supreme Son, am broke because I want to be?!

Lilith, take a good look at the man standing in front of you. That's Thor, the source of all evil,

the bringer of disaster!

"Don't mention money. I've quit," Maxen said, his face full of stories and regret.

Rejected by Maxen, Lilith, despite her reluctance, was left with only one option.

"Be good, wrap yourself up," Mike said, taking off his cloak and placing it in front of Lilith.

This golden pig was coming home with him.

But [Broke] was still in effect. If he picked her up directly, she'd turn into a little bronze pig.

Lilith took a few steps forward and sniffed the cloak.

"Why does it smell like a dog?"

Cerberus: ...

Mike's face darkened. "Be grateful you have something to wear. Hurry up!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a mix of coaxing and scolding, Lilith finally put on [Nightmare's Breeze]. Mike gave her

a quick hug, finding her surprisingly soft and pleasant to hold. Then, he handed Lilith to Gabriel, instructing, "Take her back and find a place for her."

"Okay," Gabriel replied, taking Piggy and returning to Mike's private space.

With that settled, the black mist began to retreat.

In an instant, the entire thirty-eighth floor was left with only Mike and Maxen.

"Professor Gregory has one more question," Maxen began, but Mike cut him off.

"The Blood Ancestor is dead."

Maxen fell silent.

From the moment he saw Lilith, the Eye of Truth had given Mike a notification:

[Blood Ancestor confirmed deceased]

Perhaps because they were twins, Mike could sense information about the Blood Ancestor

through Lilith.

"There might be more to the story. Maybe she can be resurrected..." Mike listed a few

possibilities but emphasized, "But according to the judgment of my SSS-grade talent, the Blood Ancestor is, in some sense, dead."

It was a very precise statement, leaving no room for argument.

"She's probably dead," Maxen agreed, shaking his head. "Don't underestimate an SSS-grade

talent. Unless it involves a Supreme Being, it's rarely wrong."

Mike understood this as well. The Blood Ancestor wasn't powerful enough to affect an SSS-

grade talent.

"What a shame," Maxen sighed. "If the Blood Ancestor were still alive, it might have been good news for humanity."

Clearly, based on what had happened in ancient times, the human faction had a favorable

view of the Blood Ancestor, believing she was the type of powerful being they could cooperate with.

Mike casually remarked, "By the way, tomorrow I'm heading to the Eighth Abyss to mess with Poseidon. Don't forget to learn Golden Abyss..."

"I just remembered I forgot to flush the toilet yesterday. Gotta go, talk later!" Maxen cut him

off and immediately left the thirty-eighth floor!

There was no way he was learning Golden Abyss!

"Damn it!" Mike stomped his foot in frustration. "Don't let me find out who came up with

this stupid idea! I won't let them off!"

The whole Golden Abyss situation had been bothering Mike, filling him with confusion.

With Maxen gone, Mike didn't linger either. He summoned the Truth Core crystal.

Soon, a global announcement rang out:

"Congratulations to participant Thor for successfully reclaiming the thirty-eighth floor of the Tower of Truth!"