After celebrating, Mike summoned the Core Crystal of Truth, a hint of tension on his face. “Whether you can truly survive depends on this.”
Garrosh Carson nodded, looking at Mike. “I’ll follow Master Dream’s arrangements.”
Emerging from the Simulation world was just the first step. For Garrosh Carson to truly ‘come to life,’ there were still many hurdles to overcome. On his own, it might be a bit difficult. After summoning the Core Crystal of Truth, Mike didn’t immediately settle the conquest score. Instead, he looked at the crystal and said seriously, “Hey, can you hear me? Tower of Truth, thirty-first floor, Thor calling Tower Spirit! Thor calling Tower Spirit! Please respond!”
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After nearly ten minutes of calling, Mike received no response. He decided to set the Core Crystal aside and seriously ponder his strategy.
A moment later, Garrosh Carson asked, “Master Dream, what should we do next?”
“Here’s the plan,” Mike said confidently, having already formulated a strategy. “In a moment, I’ll exit the 31st floor, skip the settlement, and directly forfeit this challenge…” Garrosh Carson didn’t quite understand these words. But it didn’t matter if he didn’t understand; they weren’t meant for him anyway!
Mike continued, “Once I forfeit the challenge, the black mist will return…”
Garrosh Carson nodded in agreement, “Master Dream, rest assured, I’ll hold this floor and ensure the black mist doesn’t return!”
Mike waved his hand, advising, “You don’t need to worry about the black mist. I’ll give you a talisman to keep you safe within it.”
Garrosh Carson had unwavering faith in Master Dream’s words. Throughout the seven cycles, Master Dream’s guidance had been crucial and never wrong. Even if Master Dream claimed that a pile of dung could protect Garrosh Carson, he would believe it!
After speaking, Mike took out paper and pen, carefully writing a line: “This person is Thor’s disciple (student).”
Feeling that this statement didn’t provide enough security, he added, “Apollo is Thor’s third bro.”
Instantly, the sense of security was maxed out!
Mike handed the paper to Garrosh Carson, reminding him, “Hold this paper to your chest, and no black mist will dare harm you.”
Garrosh Carson curiously looked at the paper’s content.
Thor, also known as Master Dream.
Apollo, Master Dream’s third bro, was that butterfly from before.
Garrosh Carson didn’t yet grasp how strong Master Dream was, but Master Dream’s third bro had left a deep impression on him. Among the six nemeses he had faced, that butterfly was the most terrifying.
After securing the talisman, Garrosh Carson looked at Mike again, “Master Dream, there’s something I don’t understand.”
He frowned and asked, “You went through so much trouble to drive away the black mist, and now you’re giving up this floor… why?”
“My third bro once told me something, and you should remember it,” Mike cleared his throat and said seriously, “This isn’t my tower!”
Since it’s not his tower, if the Supreme Demon God corrupts it, so be it.
Mike could reclaim it once, and he could do it again.
Just as Mike was about to exit the thirty-first floor, a grumpy voice emerged from the Core Crystal of Truth, “You’re so noisy!”
The voice was identical to the one that always reminded Mike, “Wishing you an early
conquest of the Tower of Truth.” It was undoubtedly the Tower Spirit!
Mike smiled. He had done all this to make the Tower Spirit appear. And since he had put in so
much effort, shouldn’t he get some compensation?
Mike greeted warmly, “Hey, what should I call you?”
“Just call me Tower Spirit!”
“Alright, Tower Spirit,” Mike nodded, “You can call me Thor.”
The Tower Spirit quickly said, “Thor, I’ll let you and your disciple out, but let’s call it even for reclaiming the thirty-first floor, okay?”
To get Garrosh Carson out of the thirty-first floor would require a significant cost. However, what the Tower Spirit didn’t mention was that this cost would be borne by the Supreme Demon God. In other words, the Tower Spirit was offering Mike a blank check.
“Look at you talking like that. I was going to leave anyway; do I need you to let me out?” Mike sneered, “Even if Garrosh Carson stays here for a year, what does it matter?”
Garrosh Carson, having lived nearly ten thousand years through seven cycles, had a mindset far beyond ordinary people. For him, a year in seclusion on the thirty-first floor was just a blink of an eye!
And in a year’s time, Mike could become a Supreme Being. By then, as a Supreme Being, Mike could easily bring his disciple out of the Tower of Truth!
Mike’s meaning was clear: there had to be some tangible benefits.
The Tower Spirit was silent for a moment, then spoke in a softer, gentler voice, offering a new deal, “I’ll let your disciple go through another life cycle, and you can take him away. How about that?”
Going through another life cycle would make Garrosh Carson even stronger. Mike felt the need to negotiate a bit, offering a slightly higher price, “How about nine more cycles?”
Tower Spirit: …
After some back-and-forth, the Tower Spirit offered the final terms, “At most two cycles, and after your disciple leaves the thirty-first floor, his level will drop to 600.”
Mike didn’t push the Tower Spirit further and instead asked, “Can I choose the nemesis?”
If possible, he really wanted to meet Morpheus or Nathan.
The Tower Spirit refused, “You can’t choose the nemesis; you’ll have to fend off your disciple’s tribulation for him.”
A bit disappointed, Mike reluctantly agreed, “Alright.”
The Tower Spirit thought for a moment and added, “Also… after his Nine Lives Cycle, he can
go to the Core City of Truth and become an NPC.”
“No way!” Mike refused, “I’m not doing free labor!”
The Tower Spirit offered another option, “How about serving as the butler for floors 30 to
60?”
From Jeremy, Mike learned that the Tower Spirit of the Tower of Truth didn’t handle daily affairs but instead delegated different floors to various NPCs.
For example, Jeremy managed the floors below 30.
This time, the Tower of Truth’s floors 31 to 49 had been taken by the Supreme Demon God’s subordinates, and the original butler was likely dead.
Garrosh Carson, with his strength, potential, and background, was well-suited to be a butler. Being a butler? Could he assist Mike during challenges? This… could work.
“This is my disciple, painstakingly brought out of the Simulation world, and you want him to be a butler?!” Mike looked serious, staring at the Core Crystal of Truth, and said earnestly, “You’ll have to pay more.”