The Forbidden Blood Pool, the Moonwell, and the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.
These were the rewards Mike received for conquering the 30th floor with an SSSSS rating.
Without wasting any time, Mike returned directly to his private space.
“The most esteemed master has arrived at his loyal domain!”
Vladimir shouted, his words muffled by the hot dog stuffed in his mouth.
He had just returned from Little Nine’s place and didn’t expect Thor to be back so soon. He was just about to have a late-night snack.
Mike glanced at him and walked straight towards the depths of the space.
The Valley of the Fallen Wolves was about to arrive, and the other rewards were also coming in one after another.
Vladimir hurriedly followed behind Mike, grabbing a chicken leg to gnaw on as he went.
Watching Thor and Vladimir walk away, Dracula kicked his son,
“Get lost.”
The severely overweight vampire could only trail behind Vladimir from a distance.
Soon, they arrived in front of the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.
Looking at the familiar Valley of the Fallen Wolves, Mike couldn’t help but feel a sense of emotion.
Little White Wolf had jumped from here over 30,000 times, seeking release.
And the White Wolf King, at this moment, was in the Temple of Truth, still trying to become stronger, searching for the puppet master from back then, seeking revenge.
Things had changed.
As Mike arrived, a White Wolf walked out of the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.
[White Wolf Phantom, Lv. 599, Skill: Wolf Howl…]
Vladimir sniffed, he hated the smell of werewolves, even if it was just a wolf phantom.
More and more White Wolves emerged from behind the White Wolf phantom.
The leading White Wolf phantom walked out of the pack, prostrated itself on the ground, embracing the dust,
“We offer our submission to you, and we will forever remember your courage and feat in breaking the cycle.”
Mike felt a little embarrassed and waved his hand.
“It was just a small matter, you don’t have to be so grateful.”
Mike didn’t take it to heart, but for the entire White Wolf race, this was a great miracle.
Four generations of potential Supreme Beings had come to the 30th floor of the Tower of Truth, and what the previous three potential Supreme Beings had failed to do, Mike’s generation had finally achieved, breaking the damn cycle.
The leader of the White Wolves remained prostrate on the ground and spoke again, “Please accept our allegiance, may your courage and wisdom guide us forward.”
The wind stood still at this moment.
Mike stood outside the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.
Before him was the prostrate leader of the White Wolves, and over 30,000 White Wolves.
In the distance, Fool, Dracula, and the others also noticed what was happening here.
Countless gazes fell on Mike, waiting for his response.
“Whoosh-”
Mike took out the Thunderclap Hammer and pointed it at the shoulder of the White Wolf leader.
Mike said in a deep voice, “Glory belongs to the souls who defy fate.”
Outside the Valley of the Fallen Wolves, countless White Wolves prostrated themselves, a silver wave spreading out.
A low growl came from the throat of the White Wolf leader,
“Glory belongs to the souls who defy fate-”
The sound echoed over the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.
More and more White Wolves howled, repeating the same sentence.
Their voices merged together, composing a magnificent symphony, surging with passion! “Glory-”
Behind Dracula, Vladimir knelt on one knee.
He didn’t know why he was kneeling, it was just the atmosphere, he just went with the flow.
“Belongs-”
The sound spread from the Valley of the Fallen Wolves, the sound wave seemed to overturn the sky, its momentum terrifying!
Fool, sitting on a chair in the distance, watched Mike with interest,
“You damn Vladimir, you’re a vampire, why are you kneeling on the ground?”
Dracula’s face was livid, he remained silent.
He wasn’t as shameless as Vladimir.
But if he didn’t kneel, losing to Vladimir in the competition for favor… Dracula was unwilling!
Mike gestured and offered his price,
“One pseudo-god Decoy.”
Fool asked for a lot, “Five.”
In the end, the two quickly reached a deal, settling on the price of two pseudo-god Decoys.
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Fool casually picked up a small hammer and smashed it on Dracula’s knee.
Bang-
The bone cracked crisply, and Dracula fell to one knee with a thud.
The moment Dracula knelt, the climax of the sound wave arrived,
“To the souls who defy fate!”
The roar seemed to pierce the heavens.
Declaring war on fate, baring fangs and claws at the cycle, fighting with every weapon
available, resisting, taking back what belonged to them!
Throughout the entire private space, all the werewolves howled and roared.
This emotion quickly infected others, and countless people joined the revelry.
Fool watched with interest, all of this was new to her.
The private spaces of other Supreme Beings weren’t this lively.
She had only been to Morpheus’ private space once and only saw an ugly heart.
Ares’ private space had countless broken swords and… clothes of different colors.
Apollo’s private space was the simplest, with only a cloud and a butterfly.
She was curious why Thor had such a unique charm.
This guy, who was clearly the most afraid of death, could always make people disregard their
lives for him.
Thor was not only afraid of his own death, but also the death of his companions, and even
more afraid of his enemies not dying.
A faint smile appeared on Fool’s lips,
This guy was interesting.
Suddenly, her expression froze.
“Rumble-”
Fool abruptly stood up, looking towards the distance in astonishment,
“This guy, he’s creating a new skill again?”
…
In front of the Valley of the Fallen Wolves,
Mike held the Thunderclap Hammer, frozen in this moment, like a statue.
A magical, indescribable aura spread out from Mike as the center.
A look of surprise flashed across Vladimir’s face as he knelt on one knee,
He had seen this scene before!
Run, master is about to creating a skill again!
In Vladimir’s experience, once Thor successfully created a skill, his favorite thing to do was to
find someone to test its power.
Generally speaking, he would look for the nearest vampire.
Vladimir, the test subject, Thor’s favorite.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
Mike, entering a state of comprehension, felt everything around him slow down, as if frozen
in time.
He saw his soul leave his body, while his body remained in place.
Mike’s soul “floated” above the Valley of the Fallen Wolves, and a White Wolf appeared
before his eyes, climbing up the Valley of the Fallen Wolves and jumping down.
Over and over again, wandering, struggling in the fate of life and death…
The Valley of the Fallen Wolves had buried over 30,000 White Wolves. Until one day, Thor walked in, holding the Thunderclap Hammer.
He told the White Wolf King that he was going to break the cycle.
And then, he did it.
The roar of the wolf pack echoed in Mike’s ears.
In an instant, he returned to his body and regained his ability to move.
Mike walked forward, the wolf pack automatically parting to make way for him, unimpeded wherever he went.
Among the silver-white wolf pack, the only jarring black was their new king, the new alpha
wolf.
Mike stopped outside the Valley of the Fallen Wolves,
He looked up slightly at the cliff face of the valley.
“Before the Valley of the Fallen Wolves, I broke the cycle, rewrote fate, and created a move.”
Mike raised the Thunderclap Hammer and shouted softly,
“This move is called… Thunderclap Fate!”