“You… know everything?”
Poseidon frowned slightly, unsure whether to believe Mike or not.
But one thing was certain: the Chaos Prince had fallen into Thor’s hands!
“Poseidon, we’ve been through life and death together. I’ve killed you several times, after all!” Mike said with a grin, almost causing Poseidon to choke on his own breath.
*This is what you call a life-and-death bond?*
Mike, with full confidence, added, “Let me give you another piece of free information: the Chaos Prince is here to compete for the position of the Eighth Demon God!”
Poseidon: ???
Up until now, Poseidon could brush off most of what Thor said.
But that last sentence hit Poseidon right where it hurt.
He had abandoned his position as a god, defected from the Temple of Truth, and come to the Eighth Abyss…
Poseidon had no way out!
If he couldn’t become the Eighth Demon God, his fate would be nothing short of tragic! Poseidon knew very well that the one who could decide the fate of the Eighth Demon God wasn’t anyone else—it was the man standing in front of him, Thor!
Poseidon also knew that Thor might be bluffing.
But Poseidon was willing to play along!
Sometimes, being too smart could backfire.
Poseidon decided to go with the flow. “Since you already know, I won’t hide it from you.” He carefully chose his words and tentatively asked, “What exactly do you know?”
If Thor wanted him to confess, he should at least give him a direction!
Mike thought for a moment and casually said, “My third brother once told me that Shadow Nine lied to me about two things…”
“Please stop right there!” Poseidon raised his hand, cutting Thor off.
“Your business with Shadow Nine is way beyond my pay grade!”
Mike didn’t press the issue and instead asked, “Alright, then tell me about the Supreme Demon God. What do you know?”
Mike’s meaning was clear.
Now that the Chaos Prince had shown up to compete for the position of Eighth Demon God, the human race could support anyone they wanted.
Poseidon needed to show some sincerity and stand with the humans against the Supreme Demon God!
At the very least, he needed to make a gesture of defiance against the Supreme Demon God. Poseidon understood this as well. His expression darkened as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he made up his mind and said, “The Supreme Demon God is the result of the Supreme Beings who created the Tower of Truth merging together…”
Poseidon had once said that the Supreme Demon God’s existence was a mistake.
Now, his words aligned with what the Chaos Prince had said earlier.
Mike patiently listened as Poseidon continued.
“In ancient times, a powerful being known as Truth convinced the Nine Races to work together to build the Tower of Truth. Truth was able to persuade so many Supreme Beings because he possessed the Supreme Source!”
*Supreme Source?* Mike mentally noted this new piece of information.
Poseidon went on, “Truth had the Supreme Source, but he couldn’t merge with it or control it. Using this artifact, Truth united the Nine Races and promised that when the Tower of Truth was completed, the leaders of the Nine Races would share the Supreme Source!”
“What happened after that, I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that some of the Supreme Beings from that era merged with the Supreme Source and fell into a deep sleep within the Tower of Truth. That sleeping entity is… the Supreme Demon God!”
Poseidon finished speaking and was about to remind Thor to keep this information confidential, as it was of great importance.
But then he realized they were surrounded by a group of people!
While he had been privately talking with Thor, the others had quietly gathered around, eavesdropping on the entire conversation.
Poseidon:…
“This doesn’t add up…” Mike muttered, feeling like he had learned something, but at the same time, like he hadn’t learned anything at all.
Ignoring Poseidon, Mike scanned the group and said, “First of all, the Nine Races-there are nine Progenitors, right?”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Nine races, nine progenitors. One for each.
Mike began counting on his fingers. “The Elf Ancestor is in the Tower of Truth, the Blood Ancestor is dead, and the Wolf Alpha… well, wake up, wake up!” Mike glanced at the still- unconscious Maxen and shook his head.
Mike came to a conclusion. “The strongest of the Lower Three Races didn’t merge with the Supreme Demon God.”
Gabriel offered a neutral observation. “Or… they weren’t qualified to share the Supreme Source.”
From the earlier information, it was clear that to share the Supreme Source, one had to be at least level 1000.
The Lower Three Races had never produced a Supreme Being.
“That’s one way to look at it,” Mike continued. “Now, for the Middle Three Races: the Ghost Ancestor, the Angel Progenitor, and the Chaos Ancestor.”
Using the process of elimination, Mike said, “The Progenitor of Ghosts was killed by me.”
The Chaos Ancestor was already known to be part of the Supreme Demon God.
“And what about the Angel Progenitor?” Mike asked, turning to Gabriel for an answer.
“I don’t know,” Gabriel replied, shaking his head. “There’s been no word of him since before the Tower of Truth was built. It’s uncertain.”
“Let’s assume he’s part of it too,” Mike said, his expression darkening, his tone heavy.
“So that means five beings at level 1000, plus the Supreme Source, merged to become the
Supreme Demon God?”
It sounded like a nightmare.
Mike casually asked, “Who are the other two races in the Upper Three Races, besides the
dragon race?”
To his surprise, everyone shook their heads in unison.
“You don’t know?”
*How strange, * Mike thought. The Nine Races were supposed to be well-known, yet only
seven were accounted for!
Dracula broke the silence. “I have some valuable information.”
Mike immediately understood. “Private chat.”
The information Poseidon had shared earlier was fine for everyone to hear for free.
But if Dracula was saying his information was “valuable,” it had to be related to the Upper
Three Races!
Such valuable intel couldn’t be shared with everyone for free.
Dracula and Mike stepped aside, making sure no one was eavesdropping before Dracula
spoke.
“One of the Upper Three Races is the Demon Race.”
*Demon race…*
Mike wasn’t too surprised.
The Abyssal demon race was incredibly powerful.
And the Supreme Demon God’s fall and demonization were no coincidence!
If the demon race was one of the Upper Three Races, it all made sense!
Dracula, being the blood clan’s representative in the construction of the Tower of Truth, knew
more secrets than most.
“And the last race?” Mike asked, feeling like he was close to completing the list of the Nine
Races.
Dracula hesitated for a moment before whispering, “Truth. He was his own race.”
*Truth was his own race?*
Things were getting more and more confusing.
Mike fell into deep thought.
According to Dracula, Truth had likely merged with the Supreme Demon God as well.
And the Supreme Demon God’s immense power might be tied to the so-called Supreme
Source.
But there was still one more question.
“What’s the relationship between the Supreme Source and the Supreme Mark?”
Mike had too many questions.
After this dangerous experience, Mike realized more than ever how important knowledge
was!
When he returned to Earth, he’d have to make time to talk to Apollo.
There was one more thing that bothered Mike.
Logically, the Progenitor of Ghosts should have merged with the Supreme Source as well!
But instead, he had appeared outside the Supreme Abyssal and had been killed by Mike. “Wait!” A sudden thought struck Mike, and he realized a possibility.
“During the merging process, the weakest of them, the Progenitor of Ghosts, was the first to
fail and was eliminated. He went mad!”
“And the Supreme Demon God sent the Progenitor of Ghosts to fight me, not to kill me…”
A chill ran down Mike’s spine, sending a shiver through his entire body.
“Supreme Demon God wanted to kill the Progenitor of Ghosts!”
If he followed this line of thinking…
Several level 1000 powerhouses had attempted to merge with the Supreme Source. The
weakest among them would be eliminated, killed off.
And when only one remained, that being would fully control the Supreme Source and become
the true Supreme Demon God!
Mike suddenly understood why, over the years, the human race had flourished, with Supreme
Beings emerging one after another, while the Supreme Demon God had remained inactive.
Once the Supreme Demon God resolved his internal issues, he wouldn’t fear the human Supreme Beings at all!
Time wasn’t just on the side of the human race-it was also on the side of the Supreme
Demon God!
“Enough thinking for now,” Mike muttered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
“Where’s Professor Cedric? Why isn’t he here yet?”
Mike looked around but didn’t see any sign of Cedric.
“He left,” Ace said, speaking up for Cedric for once. “Something happened with the Ninth
Demon God, so Cedric went to check it out.”
Originally, the Ninth Demon God, a mole for the human race, had been responsible for
guarding the Eighth Abyss.
Not many people knew that the Ninth Demon God had defected to the humans.
But those who needed to know, knew…
The fact that the Fifth Demon God had shown up outside the Eighth Abyss meant that
something had happened to the Ninth Demon God!
One small event could trigger a chain reaction.
This time, the Supreme Demon God was serious!
…
Meanwhile, in the void, things were far from peaceful.
A streak of blue light shot through the void at high speed. When Cedric had left the Eighth Abyss, the Fifth Demon God hadn’t tried to stop him.
After three hundred years of dealing with the human race, the Fifth Demon God knew one
thing very well: there were some people you could kill, and some people you couldn’t. Cedric fell into the latter category-he was a troublesome opponent.
The blue light streaked through the void, passing by the Ninth Abyss.
At that moment, the Ninth Demon God was playing a game of make-believe with the Tenth
and Eleventh Demon Gods.
Seeing Cedric pass by, the Ninth Demon God gave a half-hearted wave.
“As you can see, I’m being held up by two demon gods.” Anyone with eyes could see how much of a “hold-up” this really was.
Cedric snorted but said nothing, continuing on his way.
He flew at incredible speed, easily surpassing the speed of sound even without going all out.
After a while, Cedric arrived at his destination-the First Abyss.
“Why did you stop?” Cedric asked as he reached the familiar swordsman sitting atop the
mountain. Ares was gazing out into the void, lost in thought. “I stopped because I felt like it,” Ares replied nonchalantly.
Cedric hesitated, unsure whether to speak or not.
In the end, he decided to say it.
“Earlier, there was a good opportunity.”
The Supreme Demon God had launched a shameless sneak attack on Thor through the Eighth
Abyss!
But such an attack would have left the Supreme Demon God vulnerable.
Ares could have taken the opportunity to strike back!
“That wasn’t a good plan,” Ares said, shaking his head. “I haven’t taught Thor the complete
Fate’s Reversal yet.”
With a sigh, Ares added, “And Maxen… he’s been disappointing. His First Godfather must be
laughing at him.”
Clearly, Ares was a bit disappointed in Maxen.
Cedric could only smile wryly and shake his head.
Only a Supreme Being would dare say that Maxen was disappointing.
“Oh, by the way,” Ares suddenly asked, “where did you hide my Broken Sword?”
Ares had two swords.
One was the one he was using now. The other was an SSS-grade weapon, forged at great
expense by a master smith of the demon race!
The weapon even had a flashy name:
[Broken Sword].
So when Ares said “Broken Sword,” he really meant the Broken Sword.
For certain reasons, Ares didn’t currently have the sword in his possession.
Cedric sat down cross-legged and conjured a row of chess pieces from sword energy, starting
a new game of chess.
In response to Ares’s question, he chuckled and said,
“Take a guess.’
…
In the void, the Fifth Demon God continued to watch the Eighth Abyss.
His gaze could even fall directly on Thor!
Feeling the demon god’s gaze, Mike frowned and thought, *I need to wake Maxen up.*
As the situation grew more dire, Mike realized that Maxen had to wake up!
“Wake him up?” Ace asked, looking at the unconscious Maxen in confusion. They had already used every healing method available, but Maxen still wouldn’t wake up.
This kind of coma, caused by overusing one’s talent, was tricky to deal with.
How could they wake him up?
Mike pulled out a speaker and played a recording.
It started with soft, soothing music, like something you’d hear in a quiet bar.
Hearing the opening notes, Maxen’s eyelashes twitched.
Ace raised an eyebrow. *Is it working?* *Why does this music sound so familiar?* Then, a loud, energetic voice came through the speaker:
“Tonight’s bill is on Mr. Jhon, but Maxen’s paying!”
*Shing!*
Maxen, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and smashed the speaker with a
single punch.
*Boom!*
His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was filled with raw emotion, with no hint of pretense,
as he roared,
“I have no money!”