Mike successfully changed his class and unlocked a third one:
Soul Research Specialist (Soul Element) – SSS Rank
As for the other attributes, Mike only glanced at them briefly before closing the panel.
– HP: 210 million / 210 million
– MP: 180 million / 180 million
– Strength: 1.085 million (+1.128 million)
– Intelligence: 3.154 million (+4.196 million)
– Spirit: 2.065 million (+2.139 million)
– Agility: 1.098 million (+1.157 million)
– Constitution: 1.056 million (+1.201 million)
– Luck: 17
– Equipment: Force of Nature (SSS Rank), etc.
– Skills: Transmute, etc.
– Status: Greed Source, etc.
In truth, as Mike’s power grew, raw stats became less and less important. Attributes like these were no longer a significant source of improvement for him. Instead, he relied on his unique abilities: Lightning Element, Supreme Mark, Greed Source, and his SSS-ranked talent, Eye of Truth.
From level 600 to 900, there were no class-change requirements. In other words, Mike could theoretically rush straight to level 899, gaining a massive boost in stats. However, reaching level 900 would test his mastery over Source.
In fact, for his own safety, Mike realized he should slow down his leveling pace. The faster he leveled up, the more the Supreme Demon God would want to kill him.
After closing his attribute panel, Mike returned to his private space. There was something about the Progenitor of Angels that had been bothering him.
Inside his private space, a large round table was surrounded by small stools, with seven or eight neatly sliced watermelons placed on top.
Mike: ???
Since when did eating watermelon become such a formal event?
A golden pig cheerfully called out to everyone, “What are you all standing around for? Come eat some watermelon!”
The group sat down one by one, clearly accustomed to this routine.
“Everyone knows about the Progenitor of Angels by now, right?” Mike didn’t bother hiding anything. He took out the Angelic Source and placed it on the table for everyone to see.
“You actually managed to take it!” Even the usually composed Master Fool looked surprised. When Sylvanas had mentioned it earlier, she hadn’t fully believed it.
But now, the evidence was right in front of her.
Master Fool silently munched on popcorn, choosing not to comment.
“Speak freely. Say whatever’s on your mind,” Mike encouraged.
The first to speak was Dracula. He turned to Sylvanas and asked a question he’d been holding back for a long time:
“Where’s my original body?”
Back when he was chasing Lilith, Dracula had fought all the way to the 40th floor. His original body had been trapped there, but Dracula, being ruthless, had transformed into a phantom to continue the pursuit.
Sylvanas snorted coldly. “Destroyed.”
“Who the hell told you to destroy it?!” Dracula was furious. He had been counting on his original body to restore his strength. And now she was telling him it was gone?
If he could reclaim his original body, returning to his peak strength wouldn’t just be a dream -it might even allow him to surpass it!
Even if he didn’t want the body, he could have reforged it into a Puppet. But Sylvanas had destroyed it, wasting such a valuable resource!
Sylvanas turned her head away, ignoring Dracula’s outburst. After all, Dracula couldn’t beat her in a fight.
Dracula quickly realized what was going on. Sylvanas and Lilith were close friends, and destroying his original body had clearly been an act of revenge on Lilith’s behalf.
Just as the conversation was veering off-topic, Mike interrupted and brought everyone back to the matter at hand.
“What’s the relationship between the Blood Ancestor and the Progenitor of Angels?”
It was already known that the Progenitor of Angels had made numerous plans and even managed to escape death. Meanwhile, the Blood Ancestor, one of the most powerful beings of that era, had met a tragic end. There had to be more to the story.
Sylvanas, who had been acting arrogant toward Dracula, became more subdued in front of Undead Lord Mike). She answered honestly:
“Their relationship… was pretty good. In human terms, you could call them… besties?”
Huh?
Now things were getting interesting. The Blood Ancestor and the Progenitor of Angels were best friends? That would mean the Blood Ancestor had likely known about the events that followed the construction of the Tower of Truth.
After all, the Progenitor of Angels had even left messages for the Progenitor of Ghosts, which showed he had anticipated much of what was to come. If he was willing to help an enemy, he would certainly have tried to help his best friend.
“I don’t know,” Sylvanas said, shaking her head. She looked at Lilith. “This little one might
know something.”
Lilith: ???
Dracula immediately suggested, “Why don’t we try killing her? Maybe we’ll get a surprise!” Dracula never missed an opportunity to suggest killing Lilith, the disgrace of the blood clan. “I’ll give you a surprise, all right!” Mike rolled his eyes and ignored Dracula. Killing Lilith would only bring trouble. Not only would the Blood Ancestor come after him, but even Morpheus might show up.
Mike did want to meet Morpheus, but definitely not under those circumstances.
Feeling the pressure from Thor’s gaze, Lilith raised her piggy hoof and explained, “My sister
never avoided me when discussing important matters!”
Mike raised an eyebrow. Did that mean Lilith knew a lot of secrets?
Lilith quickly added, “But their conversations were so boring, I always fell asleep.”
Mike: …
Lilith’s transformation into a pig suddenly made a lot of sense.
Among vampires, turning into a pig was considered the ultimate humiliation. But Lilith was
the only one who could accept it so nonchalantly.
The group debated for a long time but couldn’t come to any conclusions.
“I have a theory…” Gabriel suddenly spoke, and the room fell silent. Everyone turned to him, waiting for him to continue.
“The last time the Heavenly Realm portal opened on the 40th floor, I felt something strange. The presence on the other side seemed… familiar.” Gabriel paused before continuing, “I believe the other side of the portal leads to the Progenitor of Angels.”
The Progenitor of Angels was on the other side of the Heavenly Realm portal?
At first, everyone was stunned and instinctively wanted to refute the idea. But the more they
thought about it, the more it made sense.
“Someone actually managed to sneak into the Heavenly Realm?”
For those who had survived since ancient times, they still subconsciously viewed the Truth as
a massive scam.
The Tower of Truth had indeed saved the Nine Races, but it had also destroyed all the
Supreme Beings. The birth of the Supreme Demon God was far more terrifying than the
Apocalypse.
After all, there was hope of survival after the Apocalypse. But if the Supreme Demon God broke free from his seal and escaped the Tower of Truth, no one would survive.
The Progenitor of Angels’ success gave them a glimmer of hope. Escaping to the Heavenly Realm might be a viable backup plan.
Gabriel had been pondering this ever since the 40th floor but hadn’t been certain until he saw the Angelic Source on the 41st floor. Now, he was convinced: the Progenitor of Angels had
truly escaped.
Mike shifted the topic. “Let’s set aside the Progenitor of Angels for now. The Heavenly Realm
is too far out of reach.”
He then announced, “I’m heading to the Void Maelstrom soon. Who’s coming with me?”
Void Maelstrom?
Vladimir immediately raised his hand enthusiastically. “I’ll go!”
It didn’t matter where they were going-sticking with Thor always led to benefits. Since the
10th floor, Vladimir had followed Thor through countless trials. Though it had been grueling,
the rewards were undeniable.
Vladimir’s current strength had surpassed his previous life, taking him from one peak to
another.
In the ancient era, Vladimir had started as a lowly Count. Through a series of fortunate events,
he became a Marquis. When the Blood Ancestor named him the chief concubine, he naturally
rose to the rank of Duke. That had been his peak.
But now, after following Thor, Vladimir’s strength rivaled that of a Prince. He was even comparable to the Forbidden Prince, Dracula.
This time, Vladimir was eager to join the Void Maelstrom expedition.
“People will die,” Mike warned, his tone chilling the air. “The Void Maelstrom is extremely dangerous. If you go, there’s a chance you won’t make it back.”
He looked at Vladimir and gave him a number:
“Survival rate: 38.65%.”
Vladimir: ???
His raised hand froze mid-air. Was it really that dangerous? A survival rate of less than 40%?
Could he still back out now?
Mike placed a stack of documents on the table. “This is all the information I have on the Void Maelstrom. Think carefully before deciding. Before we leave, I’ll calculate your survival rate again, and you can still change your mind.”
This wasn’t like their previous life-threatening adventures. This time, death was real.
In the past, Mike had led them through challenges with a 99.99% survival rate. Even if they burned through some life force, they always made it through.
But the Void Maelstrom was different. Death there was true death. Even vampires couldn’t resurrect after dying in the Void Maelstrom.
After explaining the details, Mike set a tentative departure date and left his private space.
This time, he needed to be fully prepared. His goal was to raise the survival rate to at least
97%. That was his bottom line-nothing lower would do.
To achieve this, he needed more allies. Mike began drafting a list:
– Maxen
– Chaos Prince
– Ninth Demon God
– Fifth Demon God
– Cedric
How many of them would actually show up remained to be seen.
After Thor left, the private space fell silent.
Gabriel didn’t even glance at the documents. He simply turned and left, returning to the icy
plains to fish.
Sylvanas carefully read through the materials, her expression thoughtful as she made up her mind.
Dracula returned to the blood clan’s factory to resume his work as a supervisor. Only Vladimir, who had been the first to volunteer, remained seated, his face dark.
With a survival rate of less than 40%, he realized he needed to do something if he wanted to
join Thor. Otherwise, he’d just be walking to his death. After sitting in silence for a while, Vladimir made a decision.
He wandered over to the Heaven Pavilion, where he found Lilith swinging lazily in mid-air.
After hesitating for a long time, Vladimir finally spoke, his tone bitter:
“There’s something I’ve been hiding from you for a long time.”
Lilith, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, asked, “What?” Vladimir straightened his posture and said earnestly, “I… am your brother-in-law.”
Lilith: ???
The golden pig fell out of the air.
“My brother-in-law?!” Lilith flailed her hooves in confusion, her piggy brain struggling to process this revelation. “Since when do I have a brother-in-law?”
“The details don’t matter. What you need to know is that I was named the chief concubine by
the Blood Ancestor!” Vladimir pulled out a certificate to prove his claim. “Look, it even has
my signature.”
Lilith’s head sprouted another question mark.
What good is your signature? Does it have my sister’s signature? “Impossible. Absolutely impossible!” Lilith began to deny it vehemently.
After a long while, Lilith finally asked, “Even if you are my brother-in-law… so what?”
Vladimir: …
“I need your help,” Vladimir said sincerely. “To ensure your sister comes back alive, I have to
go to the Void Maelstrom. But I can’t do it without your help.”
Lilith realized this was serious. Since it involved her sister, she had to take it seriously.
“What do you need me to do?” she asked cautiously.
“I need you to deliver a message to Supreme Being Morpheus,” Vladimir said through gritted teeth. “Tell him… the old Duke of Mistveil Castle wants to have a nightmare.”