Sometimes, Thanatos was also known as the God of Death and Misfortune.
The Thanatos in the Temple of Truth had been missing for many years.
Within the Tower of Truth, only one legendary ID remained among Thanatos’ followers: Good Luck.
After saying that, Afterskin took the storage ring from the gold coin and pulled out a few tattered pieces of equipment.
In anyone else’s hands, these would be considered absolute trash.
But in Afterskin’s hands, they were even stronger than SS-level equipment!
They were indispensable tools for him.
Afterskin believed that this must be a gift from Thanatos.
It had been many years since Afterskin had received a gift from Thanatos, and he missed him dearly.
He didn’t know where Foreskin had gotten it from, but if he knew, he would definitely thank him in person.
After putting away the equipment, Afterskin casually tossed the gold coin and the storage ring aside.
“Show some goddamn respect!” The Second Demon God pointed at the gold coin in the corner and said angrily, “Pick up your trash!”
Anything that came into contact with Afterskin was bound to bring bad luck.
The Second Demon God had been having a rough time lately, his luck was at rock bottom, and he didn’t want things to get any worse.
“There’s no trash can here.”
Afterskin had no choice but to pick up the gold coin again.
He, like his best friend Foreskin, wasn’t interested in money.
No matter how much money he had in his pocket, he would always lose it for various reasons after going out.
The Second Demon God looked at Afterskin with an icy gaze and warned, “If you humans keep playing with fire like this, you’ll get burned.”
Clearly, judging from Afterskin’s demeanor, the humans were up to something big again. Under normal circumstances, the humans wouldn’t easily use Afterskin.
“Cut the crap, I’m not the one calling the shots, what right do I have to worry about such things?” Afterskin sneered back.
Whether it was the human race or the demon race, Supreme Beings were absolutely transcendent existences.
This was determined by their strength.
However, Afterskin had a very bad relationship with the demon race, one could even say it was a blood feud.
“Alright, we’ve eaten and chatted, you have six hours left.”
Afterskin stood up, clapped his hands, and looked at the Second Demon God, “What do you know about the guys who escaped from the Supreme Abyssal?”
The Second Demon God was shrouded in demonic energy, his expression unreadable.
He only snorted coldly, “Can telling you buy me a life?”
“Of course it can, you’re our good friend of many years!”
Betraying teammates was something everyone did, it was just a matter of how much.
The Second Demon God often sold information about Archdemons to the humans, hoping to help them eliminate this threat.
Archdemon didn’t complain much.
Firstly, Archdemon was well aware of the Second Demon God’s little schemes.
Secondly, Archdemon had personally severely injured the Second Demon God back then and sent him to Nathan.
Nathan could have killed the Second Demon God with a single swing of his sword.
Obviously, Nathan didn’t choose to do so.
With this history, it was only natural for the Second Demon God to betray Archdemon.
Afterskin spread his hands and said frankly, “My buddy told me that if you cooperate well… after this, you’ll still be the Second Demon God of the Abyss.”
Clearly, the demon creatures who had escaped from the Supreme Abyssal were also a threat to the Second Demon God.
As a ruler of the Abyss, the Second Demon God didn’t like having other demon races giving him orders.
“They escaped to the Fifth Demon God’s abyss.”
Faced with the human race, the Second Demon God ultimately decided to cooperate, “I don’t know their exact strength, but Archdemon did send me a message, he sensed the aura of the Ghost Ancestor.”
When faced with threats from external organizations, Archdemon and the Second Demon God could also unite. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
They had extremely flexible bottom lines and principles.
Hearing the Second Demon God’s news, Afterskin frowned.
The Ghost Ancestor, the strongest of the ghost race.
One of the criteria for the Middle Three Races was that they had once produced a level 1000
expert.
However, the Ghost Ancestor’s strength wasn’t at its peak, probably only level 999.
Even so, he was still a formidable enemy.
The human race couldn’t handle him without dispatching a Supreme Being!
In the past, they had Shadow Nine, a level 999 expert, to handle such tough battles.
After Shadow Nine’s departure, troubles came one after another.
“I see…”
Afterskin had a headache, starting to think about his next move.
He hadn’t expected such a big change to occur this time.
However, as Afterskin had said before, he was never the one calling the shots, just a pawn.
Afterskin was fearless!
Anyway, Lady Luck had never been on his side.
…
Inside the private space, Mike returned with the materials and stood in front of the Money
Tree.
According to their previous agreement, the next item produced by the Money Tree belonged
to Fool.
However, Mike insisted that Fool shake the tree first, “Fool, you go first, then I’ll shake!”
Mike had calculated carefully. Fool’s luck was terrible, she had even shaken out half a copper coin before. If she shook first and then he shook, the items would be very different, and he wouldn’t feel so bad.
Unfortunately, Fool saw through his thoughts, “Thor, if you don’t shake today, I won’t forge
the equipment!”
Mike sneered, “Then don’t forge it, you think I care? After all, the equipment is for Ace
anyway.”
“Hehe, you won’t get your money back for the materials!”
The two argued for a full ten minutes, and finally, they each took a step back. Mike would shake first, and whatever Fool shook out would belong to Mike.
“Rustle=”
The Money Tree shook, and a string of beans fell down. Before Mike could even see clearly,
Fool snatched them away.
“Good shake, Thor!” Fool laughed wildly, “Thor, you have such good luck!”
Mike looked at Fool’s palm, a pile of golden beans lying there quietly. [Golden Bean Seeds: Special items that can be planted to obtain gold coins. After maturing,
they will produce more Golden Bean Seeds]
Mike: ???
Wasn’t this an infinite money-making machine?
Although Golden Bean Seeds took a long time to mature, this was an infinite loop! Plant the
seeds, harvest gold coins, plant the seeds again… The amount of money was secondary. What was important was the joy of harvesting!
Fool put away the Golden Bean Seeds, took out a small hammer, and walked towards the
furnace. Mike was alert, what was she up to now?
“What are you doing?”
“Making a frying pan.” Fool turned around, a smug smile on her face, “I’m a little peckish,
I’m going to fry some beans.”
Soon, Fool returned with a bag of fried golden beans. She casually tossed one up and caught it
in her mouth.
“Crunch, crunch-”
Crispy!
While eating the fried golden beans, Fool reached out and casually shook the Money Tree.
“Rustle-”
A worn-out boot fell in front of everyone, wet and with a fishhook attached to it.
Mike: “…”
He would have accepted it even if it was a pair! What the hell was this?
[Pirate’s Treasure, a fishing enthusiast’s dream]
Mike turned and walked away, not forgetting to instruct Bilbo, “Put it away!”
The farce in the private space came to an end.
In fact, after the tournament between Morpheus and the Guardian Shadow, Mike was going to lead his team into the Abyss. The mental pressure he was under was not small. Although the Eye of Truth had rarely given a [100% survival probability]! However, based on what Mike currently knew, the enemy this time wasn’t just the Ninth Demon God. There was also a group of powerful beings who had escaped from the Supreme Abyssal, lurking in the
shadows.
If Mike guessed correctly, the main target of this operation was this group of hidden demon
race experts! As for the full picture of the plan, Mike wasn’t clear yet. The only thing he could be sure of was that he needed to strengthen his own power!
After Thor left, Vladimir and Dracula stood on the second floor of Mistveil Castle, holding
glasses of red wine, looking down.
When Thor wasn’t around, their relationship… was okay.
Work was work, life was life. Although the noble-born Dracula looked down on Vladimir,
Vladimir also thought he was a idoit.
They disliked each other.
However, in the entire private space, these two vampires were the closest in terms of identity,
strength, and taste.
Dracula’s wine glass was filled with blood. Vladimir was drinking a black beverage called
[Coke], which occasionally bubbled up, overly sweet.
Dracula looked down at Fool, who was eating fried beans, his gaze full of apprehension, his
voice laced with a hint of mockery, “Do you really know who this woman is?” Vladimir snorted disdainfully, “You’re too stupid to even realize.” Compared to Vladimir, Dracula’s intelligence was indeed lacking. Or rather, it wasn’t his intelligence that was lacking, but his attitude, he was simply too arrogant.
Vladimir didn’t actually know Fool’s true identity. However, Vladimir knew one thing. The
illusion cast on Fool was Apollo’s doing.
Vladimir sneered, “I’m warning you, if you dare to expose this woman’s identity, even Thor
won’t be able to save you.”
Today, Apollo had proven an eternal truth: Supreme Beings were truly powerful.
Hearing Vladimir’s words, Dracula fell silent. A fanatic glint flashed in his eyes.
The blood clan… must have their own Supreme Being!
No matter who it was.