“Yes, Dorian is still alive.”
Hearing Mike’s words, the figure in the black mist remained silent for a moment.
“Alive, you say? Well, by rescuing him, you’ve fulfilled an old promise.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. Shadow Nine knew about this?
The relationship between Shadow Nine and Morpheus was becoming more intriguing…
Morpheus had also awakened an SSS-grade talent, and his strength was undeniable.
Although Morpheus couldn’t achieve SSSS ratings like Mike, he was still conquering one floor with an SSS rating each day.
Shadow Nine had been by Morpheus’s side all along?
Was it to have Morpheus help him conquer the Tower of Truth?
Mike shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Speaking from his own experience, even if Mike revealed his identity and brought Cain into the Tower of Truth, he couldn’t keep their progress synchronized!
The Tower of Truth had many solo instances.
In the first ten floors, only the 1st, 7th, 8th, and 10th floors were public instances; the other six were solo instances!
So the idea of having a friend help conquer the Tower of Truth was unrealistic.
In this context, Shadow Nine and Morpheus reaching the tenth floor at the same time indicated that Shadow Nine’s talent and strength were also formidable!
Professor Gregory, from their era, was probably still stuck on the second floor, changing classes….
After the initial emotional outburst, the black mist slowly gathered, sinking back into the shadow on the ground.
Clearly, although Shadow Nine knew Dorian, he didn’t want to discuss the werewolf much.
Mike seized the opportunity to continue communicating with the irritable version of Shadow Nine, “When does the battle start tomorrow? Let me know.”
“When the battle begins, you’ll know the moment it starts.”
Mike: … Isn’t that just stating the obvious?
“Is there anything I can do? You know, my talent is a bit special.”
Mike’s meaning was clear. His SSS-grade talent, [Eye of Truth], allowed him to see many hidden prompts.
Others might not know this, but Supreme Beings would have some idea.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have specifically targeted the Fourth Demon God, whose true form was a demonic eye.
Mike could use [Eye of Truth] to help with some tasks.
Shadow Nine was silent for a moment before speaking again.
“It’s too dangerous. You’ll expose your identity.”
“Shadow Nine, nothing is absolutely safe. Besides, you’ll be with me.”
Mike counted on his fingers,
“The Forest of Truth is Supreme Being Morpheus’s territory, and Supreme Being Apollo lives nearby in the Tower of Truth. With Shadow Nine’s protection… if I can still die with this level of security, then maybe I deserve it.”
Mike spread his hands, explaining, “Besides, I won’t actively participate in the battle. I just need to stay hidden and observe.”
Shadow Nine was silent for a while longer,
“You can, but it’s unnecessary.”
“I insist.”
Mike’s attitude was firm, rarely differing from Shadow Nine’s opinion,
“If I observe more, I might help everyone improve their strength, maybe even trigger second talent awakenings…”
“If everyone’s strength improves, then after the battle, I’ll get more loot!”
According to their previous agreement.
Everyone learning [Wind’s Reach] would owe Mike a third of the battle loot as payment for the skill books.
Mentioning money always excited Mike.
No matter how much money he had, he never missed a chance to make more.
Shadow Nine was eventually swayed by Mike’s argument,
“Alright, tell me your plan…”
Mike laid out his well-thought-out plan.
“Good.”
With that, Shadow Nine fell silent again.
Mike’s plan was indeed feasible.
Shadow Nine would arrange for someone to handle the specifics.
…
“Knock, knock, knock—”
“Mike, Mike, plans have changed!”
Kaelum, carrying two breakfasts, knocked on Mike’s dorm door.
“Let’s talk while we eat.”
Kaelum held a piece of toast, speaking casually,
“I had ordered a few goats to improve our meals, but someone took them.”
As he spoke, Anderson walked by, with three black goats slung over his shoulder, his expression unchanged, his breathing steady.
Mike: …
He noted this down.
Cain owed him a field of sheep.
“Mike, today’s teaching plan is canceled.”
Kaelum finished his toast and got to the point, sharing information with Mike,
“There’s likely a big operation coming up. We’re to observe the corps’ rotation process and get a feel for the battlefield atmosphere.”
Mike raised an eyebrow,
“So, we get a break today?”
“Mike, don’t smile so obviously. There’s no break.”
Kaelum laughed, “Since we’re observing, everyone has to write at least 8,000 words on their personal impressions.”
He pointed to himself,
“We have to write too. I’m fine, but Anderson is in trouble. Forget 8,000 words; he can’t even write 8!”
The two chatted as they arrived at a newly set-up exhibition area.
Teachers and students from Area C gathered here. The event was supposed to last all day, possibly showcasing all the corps stationed on Earth!
Kaelum sighed, “What a grand gesture.”
“Yeah, a grand gesture.”
Mike echoed.
Some people said it wasn’t appropriate, but when it came to action, they didn’t hold back.
Even former slave owners weren’t as ruthless as you, Shadow Nine.
The [DDF] group quickly assembled, now already renamed [DDS]. Due to her grandfather’s extensive publicity, the news of Jessica’s S-grade talent awakening couldn’t be hidden and was known to almost everyone.
Once the six were together, Elena assembled a typewriter on the spot.
“I made an AI auto-typing software in my spare time. Let’s test it out.”
“Really?”
Cain asked curiously, “If this spreads, won’t novelists lose their jobs?”
“Yes.”
Besides Elena, Anderson was also ready.
He laid out white paper and carefully wrote one word:
“Good.”
Then he froze, unsure what to write next.
Cain was the most excited, leaning forward,
“It’s starting!”
Mike took a deep breath, holding his pen, the tip touching the paper.
According to his plan with Shadow Nine.
On one hand, Mike would write down important information he saw.
On the other hand, Shadow Nine would obscure the content on Mike’s paper, transmitting the information.
It began!
Swish—
Swish—
Like a military parade, rows of Battle Soldiers, Battle Generals, and even Battle Chiefs marched in formation before the crowd.
A murderous aura filled the space.
Based on flags and badges, Cain identified them.
“Leafblade Corps!”
“The Leafblade Corps’ commander is Thalor Greenleaf, a knight of wood and water elements, currently a Battle Lord level!”
Mike glanced at him and began writing.
“Leafblade Corps, Thalor Greenleaf’s injury treatment: Collect 200 strands of his hair….”
Mike paused, looking at Thalor Greenleaf again.
This guy… was bald!
“Never mind, I’ll finish writing first!”
Mike’s pen left line after line on the paper. Each glance required him to write hundreds of words.
“Leafblade Corps, Sylvan has six hidden injuries…”
“Leafblade Corps, Christopher, human traitor, follower of the Eighth Demon Cult, real combat power six-tier Battle General….”
“Leafblade Corps, Rowan Starwind, second talent awakening condition is….”
“…..”