Before Mike could finish his sentence, more monsters surged out of the void.
Mike was prepared.
After thirty layers of Charge Up, he had preemptively cast Blessing of Lightning on himself, followed by Thunderclap Strike. No matter how many void monsters emerged, they were no match for the power of lightning.
A minute later, the onslaught ceased. The remains of the slain monsters dissolved back into the void, leaving behind only a pair of massive mantis scythes.
A flicker of black flame ignited within Thor’s Sea.
[Thor’s Sea – Void Fire Element]
“Void Fire: Can temper a Fire element skill, causing it to evolve and deal void damage!” Skill evolution?
Mike scanned through the Fire element skills he currently possessed.
“Meteor Fire Rain is definitely starting to show its age. The Fire element skills from [All Things Grow] could be evolved, but it’s not necessary.”
Mike fell into contemplation.
He had purchased numerous Fire element skill books from the Mystic Market, all basic skills.
Using this precious evolution opportunity on those basic skills felt like a waste.
As for [Meteor Fire Rain], it was still quite useful in battles below the Lord tier.
But once you reached the Lord level, it wasn’t enough.
The preparation time was too long, the setup too elaborate, and the results unpredictable. “Hopefully, this class change will grant me some powerful Fire element skills.”
Mike knew that now that he possessed the Void Fire element, he would have to face the threat of the Fire God.
On the other hand, he had temporarily reached a truce with the Sea God.
In other words, in the fourth class change realm, the deity Mike would face was the Fire God, not Poseidon!
Setting aside the matter of the Fire God for now, Mike turned his attention to his spoils of war -the void scythes. A prompt popped up above them:
[Originating from the void, an optimal material for crafting weapons.]
Reforging Force of Nature had consumed a considerable amount of void materials.
Mike pointed at the void scythes and asked Master Fool, “Are these useful?”
Master Fool’s face was filled with disdain and contempt as she snorted, “These? They’re nothing but trash.”
In the entire private space, only Master Fool dared to speak to Thor like this.
Mike feigned disappointment.
“If you say they’re useless, then I’ll just sell them on the Mystic Market.”
“Hold on!”
Master Fool’s eyes darted around, and a smile that Mike was all too familiar with spread across her face.
Usually, that kind of smile only appeared on Mike’s face!
Master Fool’s voice softened slightly as she spoke.
“I think we’ve spent enough time together to understand each other somewhat.”
“Wait a minute.”
Mike interrupted.
“I know your name is Fool, but I still don’t know what to call you.”
Master Fool’s face turned cold, and she snorted. “Just call me Fool. Do you still want to hear about this money-making opportunity or not?!”
So it was a money-making opportunity?
That was very appealing to Mike!
Master Fool pointed at the scythes. “These can be crafted into two separate scythes, each an SS-tier equipment on its own. When combined, their power increases even further. Even among the many weapons of the human race, they would be considered rare treasures.”
Mike didn’t immediately jump at Master Fool’s proposal. Instead, he asked, “I’m human, you’re a demon. Why would you help me make money for no reason?”
Master Fool said seriously, “I’m not helping you for no reason. I have my own conditions.”
Mike immediately became wary. “I won’t go to the First Abyss with you.”
He had to shut down Master Fool’s request before even discussing the conditions.
Master Fool shook her head, indicating that her condition wasn’t that.
She pointed at Dracula and said seriously,
“I want this guy’s blood essence.
Also, he can refine blood clan decoys, right? I want to observe the process.
Finally, I want to shake the Money Tree once every day, and whatever I shake out is mine.”
Three conditions in exchange for crafting an SS-tier weapon.
It seemed like a sure win for Mike.
“That’s fine, but I have a small question.”
Mike asked, “What element will the crafted scythes be?”
Master Fool sneered, mockingly.
“Don’t tell me the great Thor doesn’t even know that void materials have no element?”
Mike pursed his lips, ignoring her taunt.
Crafting an SS-tier equipment was no small matter.
Firstly, the cost was high.
Besides the pair of scythes, Mike would have to invest tens of thousands, or even over a
hundred thousand, Lord merits.
Secondly, very few people were worthy of wielding such equipment.
Most of the top powerhouses Mike knew already had their own trusty weapons.
Mike suddenly realized:
Among the powerhouses he knew, there was still Witty Wombat-Violet.
She seemed to fit the bill.
Mike nodded. “Alright, I’ll start crafting after I discuss it with the buyer.”
With the void material matter settled, Mike summoned the Cerberus Phantom.
Ever since drinking the River Styx water, the dog had been in a drunken stupor, like it had
consumed fake alcohol.
After being drunk for over a day, it had finally recovered.
The Cerberus Phantom roared,
“Woof~ Meow~”
Just waking up, its mind still hazy, it almost forgot its own “mother tongue.”
Beneath the Cerberus Phantom, which had consumed the River Styx water, a dark red river
seemed to flow.
“What’s this?”
Mike observed for a moment, confirming that this was the Cerberus Phantom’s new special
effect.
It was like a miniature Sea of Truth.
As long as the river didn’t dry up, the Cerberus Phantom could instantly revive!
Currently, the size of the river was enough to support two to three revivals.
Mike was touched and patted the dog’s head. “Good boy, Tripod!”
This way, sending Tripod out to scout would be much less stressful for Mike.
Mike looked at Vladimir and instructed, “I’m going to challenge the Tower of Truth tonight.
You and Tripod be on standby, I might need you.”
Vladimir nodded.
“As you wish, Master!”
He had already prepared iron, water, and chicken legs.
Ready for anything!
Everything was in place, all they needed was the right opportunity!
Midnight sharp.
Mike entered the Core City of Truth on time, summoned the Truth Core Crystal, and placed his
hand on it.
“Choose your floor!”
“Floor 27!”
A white light engulfed Mike’s figure, and the familiar prompt rang in his ears.
“Wishing you an early conquest of the Tower of Truth!”freёwebnovel.com