Banish Misfortune, as the name suggests, meant Maxen had nothing to fear anymore.
Maxen, now equipped with this new skill, couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Godfather, why not just use Banish Misfortune on the golden tree?”
Wouldn’t that solve everything? Thor could carry the golden tree back, and everyone would be happy!
Ares glanced at Maxen, momentarily unsure of what to say about his godson.
After a moment of thought, Ares spoke again, “Apollo once said something very wise. You should remember it.”
Maxen, still carrying the golden tree, nodded seriously, his expression solemn.
Ares pointed at the golden tree and said, “That’s not my tree.”
Maxen: …
Second Godfather is right!
This was Thor’s tree, so it was Thor’s responsibility to deal with the bad luck. What did it have to do with Ares?
Maxen was Ares’s godson, but that didn’t mean the tree was Ares’s godson too, right?
Once Maxen understood, he happily trotted off toward the void, heading for the Second Abyss.
This journey to the Abyss had finally come to an end.
Storms had risen, danger had lurked, and every move had been fraught with peril!
But once again, the human race had walked the tightrope and survived another day.
…
The Fifth Abyss. Nightmare Corps Encampment.
After a grueling battle, with the Fifth Demon God’s return, the human corps had withdrawn, and both sides had temporarily ceased hostilities.
During the retreat, an eight-tier Lord respectfully asked, “Master Joseph, weren’t we here to rescue Thor?”
Joseph nodded. “Yes, that’s what the orders said.”
As he spoke, Joseph pulled out a tablet and opened the mission briefing. The instructions were clear:
Joseph was to lead the Nightmare Corps to the Fifth Abyss to assist in the rescue of Thor.
Joseph emphasized, “This order came from Guardian Shadow and was verified by the command center. There’s no mistake!”
The eight-tier Lord took the tablet and found a signature at the bottom of the order: Shadow Two.
“It’s a command from Lord Shadow Two…”
The Lords present all felt a chill run down their spines.
Shadow Two was infamous.
Everyone knew he had… mental issues.
Having Shadow Two lead a charge was one thing, but letting him issue commands…
That might not have been the best idea.
Joseph noticed the concern on their faces and patted his chest confidently. “Don’t worry. With our cover, Thor definitely made it out safely!”
“And when we get back, I’ll treat everyone to a barbecue!”
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After his strange and eventful adventure, Thor finally returned to the safety of the Forest of Truth!
Whew-
Seeing the familiar Tower of Truth, Mike let out a long breath, his entire body relaxing. “Made it back alive again!”
As he walked through the forest, Mike happened to run into Shadow Four and casually asked, “Where are the prisoners being held?”
“In the Shadow Prison of the Guardian Shadow,” Shadow Four replied after a moment of thought. “There’s an Ultimate Lord guarding it, and the prison is protected by a Supreme Being’s seal.”
With that level of security, no one could escape unless the Chaos Prince’s father showed up. “Alright, we’ll leave that for now.”
Back in the Eighth Abyss, Mike had had the opportunity to support the Chaos Prince as the Eighth Demon God.
He had even trained the Chaos Prince for a day, teaching him the Shadow Element.
From the human race’s perspective, the Chaos Prince would have been easier to control than Poseidon.
But in the end, Mike had abandoned that plan and stuck to the original course.
The Chaos Prince’s ties to the Supreme Abyssal were too deep, and the risks were too great for Mike to take lightly.
Now that the Chaos Prince was locked away in the Shadow Prison, Mike didn’t need to worry about him anymore.
There were professionals who would handle the interrogation and extract the necessary information.
And that information would be delivered to Mike as soon as it was available.
With everything in order, Mike didn’t immediately return to New York Superpower Universities to report.
First, the Abyss trip had been too intense, and Mike needed some time to unwind.
Second, Mike glanced up at the Tower of Truth.
He had some questions for Apollo.
Now that Mike had the strength and qualifications, he was ready to learn the truth-at least
part of it.
But there was no rush.
Mike decided to head back to his private space to rest first. He could figure out his next steps
later.
…
Inside the private space, Vladimir’s green hat was flashing rapidly, even keeping time to a
beat.
A second later, Thor appeared as expected.
“You’re still wearing that green hat?” Mike teased, tapping his finger to change Vladimir’s
hat from green to gold.
Dracula, holding Piggy, casually took the golden hat off Vladimir’s head and placed it on
Piggy.
“Gross!” Lilith flailed her limbs in protest.
That hat now looks like a pile of poop.
“I’m back, Fool!” Mike called out, ready to mess with Fool Master.
During his trip to the Abyss, Mike had relied heavily on his private space to summon reinforcements, which had helped him out of several tight spots.
In a way, Mike owed Fool Master a favor.
And Mike was the kind of person who prided himself on fairness and transparency-he always
kept his accounts in order!
Owing a favor was something Mike couldn’t stand. He had to find a way to repay it.
Otherwise, the interest would pile up, and that was terrifying!
Besides, Fool Master was from the demon race, and humans and demons were natural
enemies. As a potential Supreme Being of the human race, how could Mike owe a demon race
member a favor?
As Mike walked, his fingers brushed against something cold in his pocket.
He pulled it out, and his expression became complicated.
It was a golden leaf!
Hiss-
How had he forgotten about this?
When Mike had created Alchemy Touch, a golden leaf had fallen into his hand, and he had
absentmindedly stuffed it into his pocket.
How could he have forgotten about it?
Mike found himself in a bit of a dilemma.
This leaf had grown from that unlucky golden tree.
Logically, it should be very unlucky.
But… it was made of gold… Caught between two choices, Mike reluctantly took out the golden leaf and handed it to Fool freēwebnovel.com
Master.
“I’ve got a gift for you. If you don’t mind the bad luck, you can have it.”
Bad luck?
Fool Master’s face darkened.
Her gaze fell on the golden leaf.
Fool Master had to seriously consider whether this was her one and only chance to take gold
from Thor…
No need to think about it-it definitely was!
Even if it brought bad luck, Fool Master would take it!
Swish-
The golden leaf disappeared into Fool Master’s hands, and Mike looked at her expectantly.
“Fool, I rarely give you gold. How about shaking the Money Tree for me?”
At this point, Mike wasn’t even hoping for anything valuable from Fool Master.
He just wanted to see if the leaf would bring bad luck.
Without hesitation, Fool Master led the way to the Money Tree, and Mike laid down a plastic
sheet on the ground in advance.
Fool Master frowned, confused.
Vladimir, ever the sycophant, asked, “Master, forgive my ignorance, but may your humble
servant know the profound meaning behind your actions?”
Dracula: …
When it came to flattery, Dracula would never surpass Vladimir.
Just in terms of vocabulary, Dracula had already lost.
Mike explained, “It’s to prevent the golden leaf from falling and corrupting my Money Tree.”
Fool Master: …
This guy really thinks of everything!
Fool Master reached out and gave the Money Tree a shake.
Clink, clink, clink-
This time, a pile of copper coins fell out!
Mike: ???
“You cheated!”
Fool Master sneered. “Heh, got any proof?”
Mike fell silent.
Did Fool Master’s luck just turn around?
That doesn’t make sense!
Fool Master gathered up the pile of copper coins and strutted away triumphantly.
Mike was also pleased, though, because it meant the golden leaf wouldn’t bring him bad luck.
With Fool Master’s business settled, Mike turned his attention to more important matters.
A notification popped up in front of him:
[Transmuting the Money Tree success rate: 0.001%]
[If successful, the Money Tree’s output will likely be gold-plated.]
It was a great plan, but the success rate was… frustratingly low.
When Mike had tried to transmute the Force of Nature, the success rate had been less than 3%,
and he had tried countless times without success.
Now, with a one-in-a-hundred-thousand chance for the Money Tree, it was best to put that
plan on hold.
Otherwise, knowing Thor’s personality, he’d spend every day until Christmas trying to
transmute the Money Tree!
Still, Mike had confidence in himself.
…
After checking on his territory, Mike returned to his castle, locked the door to his room, and
collapsed into bed.
He slept for three days straight!
It was the longest, deepest, and most restful sleep Mike had had in months.
As his strength had grown, so had his stamina and endurance.
According to human world records, a Chief-tier individual could go 300 years without sleep!
And that record was being broken every second.
But even the strongest had their limits.
After surviving the Abyss, Mike had pushed himself to the brink and needed time to recover.
If he had kept pushing himself, it would have been like driving while exhausted-dangerous
and counterproductive.
And Mike’s exhaustion wasn’t just due to Broke. Facing the Fifth Demon God in the Eighth Abyss, creating a new move… Throughout all these experiences, Mike’s nerves had been stretched to their limit.
It wasn’t until he returned to Earth that he finally allowed himself to relax.
When Mike woke up, he learned a new, useless fact: “Turns out, if you sleep for three days straight, you don’t need to poop.”
After freshening up, Mike, feeling refreshed, casually stole Vladimir’s breakfast and Lilith’s
snacks.
Neither vampire dared to complain.
Lilith, in particular, didn’t mind.
After all, living in this place, all her daily needs were taken care of by Bilbo.
As a pig of Luck, she would never end up in a slaughterhouse.
Her only job was to bring luck, and that was fine by her.
After finishing his meal, Mike returned to Earth, back to the Forest of Truth.
This time, before he could make his way to the Tower of Truth, a white cloud floated down in
front of him.
Mike, now familiar with the routine, sat on the cloud, enjoying the sensation of flying.
Soon, he arrived outside the 99th floor of the Tower of Truth.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
After the brief exchange of greetings, Mike didn’t waste any time and got straight to the
point.
“About the Supreme Demon God…”
Mike recounted everything he had seen and heard in the Abyss, especially the part about the
Chaos Prince, telling Apollo the story in full.
Afterward, Mike expressed his desire to know more about the Supreme Demon God.
In the past, Mike had been kept in the dark because he wasn’t strong enough.
But now, Mike had the strength and qualifications to learn the truth.
“Oh.”
Apollo responded with a single word.
After a moment of silence, Apollo spoke again.
“You guessed right. They merged.”
This answer didn’t shock Mike, but he pressed further.
“Who are ‘they’?”
Apollo gave a precise definition.
“The moment the Tower of Truth was completed, every level 1000 being in the world,
including those who had once reached level 1000, merged.”
Hiss-
Mike hadn’t expected the Supreme Demon God’s background to be this vast!
It wasn’t just the Supreme Beings of the Nine Races-it was every Supreme Being from all the
races!
In fact, many smaller races had once produced Supreme Beings, but they had been like
fireworks in the sky, shining brightly for only a brief moment.
Some Supreme Beings had fallen from their peak, their power diminished.
Others had been sealed away after suffering grievous injuries. Over time, these powerful beings had accumulated, their numbers growing.
The world was vast, and there were far more Supreme Beings than just a few.
The most critical point was that all these powerful beings had merged with the Supreme
Demon God?!
In fact, only the human race referred to this entity as the Supreme Demon God.
Among the other races, the powerful beings preferred a different title: Supreme God. Only a title like that could do justice to such a being!
If it weren’t for the human Supreme Beings, nothing in this world could stop the Supreme
Demon God!
Having confirmed his suspicions, Mike asked another question.
“What is the Supreme Source?”
In the information provided by the Chaos Prince, the Supreme Source had been a key element
that Mike was particularly interested in.
Truth had used the Supreme Source to convince other powerful beings to help him build the
Tower of Truth.
And the Supreme Demon God had been created by the fusion of many powerful beings with
the Supreme Source.
“You already have it,” Apollo said, leaving Mike momentarily speechless.
Apollo continued in his usual calm tone.
“Your SSS-grade talent is part of the Supreme Source.”