In the Forest of Truth.
Shadow Seven was receiving a constant stream of updates.
“Deathsinger, I have a mission to carry out,” Shadow Seven explained. “The large Abyssal Planes are returning to the Tower of Truth. During this process, some small and medium- sized Abyssal Planes will be left behind. We need to quickly investigate these.”
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As a ninth-tier Battle Lord, Shadow Seven was the most suitable candidate to scout the small and medium-sized Abyssal Planes. Her strength was sufficient, and he could handle most crises alone. These newly formed planes wouldn’t have any demon god-level beings. The accompanying demon creatures would still be in their infancy, numerous but not particularly strong. They posed a significant threat to human corps but not to Shadow Seven.
In short, Shadow Seven would act as the vanguard, gathering as much intelligence as possible. Subsequent Abyssal Plane conquests and corps deployments would follow naturally.
“Deathsinger, your mission ends here. Continue with your previous tasks,” Shadow Seven said, pulling a storage ring from his pocket. “This is all my loot from the battle. Don’t be in a hurry to refuse.”
Mike: I wasn’t planning to refuse!
“This isn’t a free gift,” Shadow Seven said seriously. “Consider it your payment. Didn’t you write ten topics before? Take some time to turn them into papers, and I’ll pass them on to Professor Gregory.”
“Pass them on?” Mike was puzzled. “Seven Bro, why not put your name on them?”
“With my level, there’s no way I could write something like that,” Shadow Seven laughed, admitting, “If I put my name on it, the papers would probably end up in the trash. I can be your recommender.”
Mike shook his head firmly, refusing, “If the papers have my name, I can’t accept this payment.”
Even without opening the storage ring, Mike could guess the valuable contents inside. He wasn’t the type to accept gifts without reason.
Shadow Seven was even more insistent, “Take it. You know how important the soul element is to [Guardian Shadow].”
Mike: I don’t know…
“In any case, all shadow-level Guardian Shadows sponsor corresponding individuals to research the soul element,” Shadow Seven said, not delving deeper into the topic.
She handed the storage ring to Mike, leaving no room for refusal. “Finish the papers soon. As for how to get them to me… I’ll find you.”
With that, Shadow Seven’s figure disappeared into the depths of the Forest of Truth.
Mike was left holding a delicate storage ring. “Giving a ring after knowing each other for less than a day, isn’t that a bit much?”
Mike glanced at the ring and chuckled. Besides the battle spoils, Shadow Seven had left several sets of equipment for Mike, ranging from level 300 to 600. There were also five million Truth Coins, a Battle Chief-level VIP card for the Mystic Market, and an unmarked black card with 100 Battle Lord merit points.
Clearly, these items weren’t carried by demon creatures but were gifts from Shadow Seven to Deathsinger. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Shadow Seven found Deathsinger interesting enough to invest in.
As a genuine ninth-tier Battle Lord, Shadow Seven had both the strength and wealth to spare. These gifts were just a drop in the bucket for her.
It was surprising to Mike that Shadow Seven would be so generous after such a short acquaintance. Shadow Seven was much more generous than Maxen. When Mike first met Maxen, he only got two bottles of wine.
In the most prominent spot, Shadow Seven had placed a skill book-Wind’s Reach. “This girl,” Mike shook his head with a smile, unsure of what to say. This skill book was undoubtedly valuable, and even Shadow Seven would have to pay a price to get another copy. Shadow Nine had privately discussed the Wind’s Reach skill book with Mike. After this battle, Wind’s Reach would become the focus of the entire demon race.
This meant that the demon gods would try to contact the Supreme Demon God, who had significant influence over large Abyssal Planes. The final result would be that Wind’s Reach would be banned or restricted in large Abyssal Planes.
Of course, this wouldn’t affect the value of Wind’s Reach! It would still be one of the most valuable skills. It could be used in small and medium-sized Abyssal Planes, within the Tower of Truth, and on Earth…
In other words, Mike could still make a fortune from Wind’s Reach. No matter how high the price, there would be a market!
Mike recalled his previous argument with Shadow Seven. She insisted that Thor would set the price of Wind’s Reach so high that no one could afford it!
“Does she think so little of me? Am I the type to be blinded by money?” Mike was indignant, feeling wronged.
“Thor’s reputation is so bad, Maxen is at least 50% responsible!”
Mike made up his mind. When it came to pricing the Wind’s Reach skill book, he would make
sure Shadow Seven, Maxen, and others saw Thor in a new light!
As Mike was hiding in the shadows, a white cloud floated above his head.
Mike noticed the cloud immediately.
It slowly descended, and countless thoughts flashed through Mike’s mind, only to be dismissed by himself.
Shadow Nine had indeed warned Mike not to be alone with Apollo before he returned. But the problem was, Mike didn’t seek out Apollo; Apollo came to find Mike!
Mike quickly calmed down. Fate had brought them together. There was no avoiding a meeting between Thor and Apollo.
“Stay calm, stay calm!” Mike took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows, thinking, “I at least have a chance to say one thing! That one thing has to be impressive enough to set the
tone!”
In a very short time, many thoughts crossed Mike’s mind.
If Maxen were meeting Apollo for the first time, he would probably ask, “Do you need a son?”
What would Ares do?
“Come, test the sharpness of my sword?”
And Shadow Nine… too many ideas, but none suited Mike.
Mike needed to carve his own path, to be unique.
The white cloud descended, and a blurry figure of Apollo appeared, standing less than ten feet
from Mike.
The figure was looking at Mike. Mike looked back, his expression changing slightly. With respect, he bowed slightly.
This was the Supreme Being of the human race, a being of unparalleled status and power. As long as Apollo was in the Tower of Truth, the abyssal demon creatures would behave, and
humans could live in peace.
At that moment, Mike decided on his opening line.
The first private meeting between Supreme Being Apollo and potential Supreme Being Thor. The opening line would be delivered by Mike.
The last rays of the setting sun lingered on the horizon, night was about to fall, and the earth would soon be cloaked in darkness, with only a single white cloud drifting by.
Mike’s lips curved into a perfect angle, his expression indifferent, his eyes calm and
unperturbed, as if nothing could move him.
Mike spoke softly, “Boring.”
