Shadow Three meant well, but he could be a bit too honest.
Putting away the note, Mike refocused on the situation at hand.
Shadow Two being the Fifth Demon God’s son was unexpected, but considering Shadow Nine’s penchant for elaborate schemes, it wasn’t entirely implausible.
Shadow Two had served the Guardian Shadow faithfully for many years, earning both
recognition and experience. He had also spent considerable time learning the ropes from Shadow Nine himself.
Whether as Bad Woman or Bad Man, Shadow Two could be trusted to make the right call when it mattered.
When he encountered Morpheus all those years ago, Shadow Two had been contemplating running away from home.
Who would have thought that “running away” would turn into a three-hundred-year absence?
Besides, when Mike initially sent Shadow Two to the Fifth Abyss, he didn’t assign him any significant tasks.
To put it simply, Shadow Two’s visit could be called a sneak attack.
To put it more complexly, it was about taking advantage of the Fifth Demon God’s absence to see what other valuable items were there, and to bring them all back.
From that perspective, sending the individual most familiar with the Fifth Abyss seemed like a brilliant move.
It might a happy accident.
“So, my son is alive,” the Fifth Demon God chuckled. “Well, that’s certainly in character for him.”
Even as enemies, even after all the nightmares he had inflicted upon him, the Fifth Demon God couldn’t help but acknowledge one thing:
Morpheus had a certain… charm.
He had even managed to sway a Demon God’s son.
The two figures shrouded in black mist behind the Fifth Demon God were clearly unaware of this history, nor did they care.
One of the figures stepped forward, its voice a melodious chime. “Is this the human race’s new potential Supreme Being, Thor?”
Mike patted Joseph on the shoulder. “Indeed he is.”
Joseph: “…”
“The demons: “…”
He was lying through his teeth.
“We’ve heard so much about you,” the other figure said, its voice a low chuckle. “We’ve come to fulfill the agreement made between Supreme Beings.”
Mike: ???
An agreement between Supreme Beings?
As far as he knew, there were only four beings worthy of that title:
Morpheus, Ares, Apollo, and the Supreme Demon God.
Could this agreement be between Apollo and the Supreme Demon God?
The black mist, sensing Mike’s confusion, scoffed inwardly.
A prompt appeared before Mike’s eyes:
[Black mist’s inner thoughts: ‘This clueless fool. He’s clearly been sent here to die.’]
[‘Once he’s gone, I’ll return to the Tower of Truth, the Supreme Demon God will agree to another hundred years of truce, and everyone will be happy!’]
[‘Why is he staring at me like that? Can he read my mind?’]
The rest of the message was obscured.
Mike dismissed the black mist’s assumptions.
Clearly, it didn’t understand Apollo.
However, one thing bothered Mike.
Why hadn’t Apollo mentioned this agreement with the Supreme Demon God?
Mike’s gaze shifted past the two figures, landing on the cube containing the level 1,000 being.
His heart sank.
A terrible thought crossed his mind.
“Wait a minute…” Mike’s voice was a strained whisper. “Don’t tell me… that cube contains the Progenitor of Ghosts?”
“Congratulations, you guessed correctly!”
The black mist confirmed his suspicions.
Even Shadow Three looked at him, confused. “Fourth Bro, you didn’t know the Progenitor of Ghosts was level 1,000?”
“How was I supposed to know that?!” Mike wanted to cry.
This was a disaster!
Apollo had indeed mentioned this “meeting” beforehand, but he had done so casually.
“You’ll encounter the Progenitor of Ghosts. Kill it if you can.”
Short and sweet.
Mike’s eyes widened in realization.
It all made sense now.
No wonder Shadow Three had insisted on the Progenitor of Ghosts’ defenses being broken before he could weaken it to level 989.
Shadow Three’s definition of “breaking the defenses” was reducing the Progenitor of Ghosts
from level 1,000 to level 999!
Shadow Three had once claimed that he could handle any enemy below level 1,000.
The Progenitor of Ghosts, however, was beyond his capabilities.
Apollo knew the Progenitor of Ghosts was level 1,000. Shadow Three knew.
Everyone who needed to know, knew.
Except for Mike!
If he had known, he would have called for more reinforcements!
Looking around, he had Shadow Three and Joseph. That was it.
Mike raised his hand. “About this meeting… I have a few questions.”
Even if he was going to die, he deserved to know why.
Besides… Mike didn’t believe he was going to die.
Even considering all the unfavorable factors, even facing the worst-case scenario, he had the
means to survive.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have set foot in the Ninth Abyss.
After receiving the black mist’s approval, Mike asked, “Is it a one-on-one fight against the Progenitor of Ghosts, or can we gang up on him?”
The black mist: ???
“As per the agreement,” the black mist replied patiently, “any being below level 1,000 can
participate.”
That ensured Mike’s access to outside help.
“Shadow Three, I’m counting on you.”
He didn’t have a plan for breaking the Progenitor of Ghosts’ defenses yet, but he could try. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
If all else failed, he could always resort to the Chaotic Lightning Tribulation!
Once the defenses were broken, he needed Shadow Three to weaken the Progenitor of Ghosts
to level 989. Then, they could reassess the situation.
The battle would be divided into three stages. A single misstep at any stage could prove fatal,
forcing Mike to use Fate’s Reversal.
And after using Fate’s Reversal, his options for survival would be severely limited.
As Mike pondered his strategy, the Ninth Demon God’s laughter echoed through the hall.
“Heh heh heh, Heh heh, Heh heh heh heh…”
Shadow Three glanced at the Ninth Demon God. “Fourth Bro, he’s laughing at you.”
The Fifth Demon God, never one to miss an opportunity to stir the pot, chimed in. “If I were
you, I wouldn’t stand for that. You might not be able to kill me, but surely you can handle my
ninth brother?”
Those watching from the sidelines always enjoyed a good fight.
Today was a good day for the Fifth Demon God to die. And if they could take down the Ninth
Demon God as a bonus, even better.
Mike, however, remained silent, lost in thought.
A prompt flashed before his eyes:
[Signal match rate: 100%]
What the hell?! Mike couldn’t believe it. The Ninth Demon God had matched the signal. He was the human
mole within the Abyss!
