Just call me Thor

Chapter 466: Entry was impossible



Releasing [Banishment to the Endless Void] costs a hair. For others, this might be nothing. But for Nova Voidwalker, it was a different story. His hair was so sparse, it was practically endangered!

Feeling incredibly sorry, Mike stared intently at Nova Voidwalker's shiny, polished head, focusing, trying to see if there was anything he could do to help.

[Analyzing...]

[Hair regrowth method: Level up]

Mike: "..."

Well, *that's* not helpful! An Ultimate Lord like him, if he *could* level up, he would have done it ages ago.

It was precisely *because* Nova Voidwalker was so powerful that growing hair back was so ridiculously difficult. Even a full-powered blow from a lord wouldn't leave a scratch, let alone stimulate hair growth.

Nova Voidwalker sighed. "I'll go back and arrange Sixty-Three's funeral..." Today, he'd experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Talk about a rollercoaster of emotions!

Nova Voidwalker left, vanishing as if he'd never been there. Only Ace remained.

Mike and Ace returned together. On the way, Ace said, "We used a small portion of the ore you provided."

Back in the Ninth Abyss, the demon army seemed overwhelming, and the human situation looked dire. In reality, aside from the first few symbolic attacks, most of the demon army, under the command of the Ninth Demon God, were just messing around.

The Fifth Demon God knew perfectly well about the Ninth Demon God possibly being a mole. He didn't care. The Fifth Demon God only cared about kicking the bucket ASAP.

It was the Ninth Demon God's cooperation and the Fifth Demon God's tacit approval that led to the Supreme Abyssal demon creature's crushing defeat! That battle pretty much wiped out all the small fry that the Supreme Abyssal had managed to sneak out, with only two wisps of black fog escaping into the Tower of Truth.

As a result, the corps stationed in the Ninth Abyss had depleted their reserves.

"Thor, the united corps wants to make a deal with you." Ace laid out the terms. "Including what's already been used, the united corps will buy all your ore below S-rank at market price."

Mike didn't have a huge need for ore below S-rank. Master Fool used higher-quality materials for his SSS-rank equipment anyway. Plus, the transaction would go through the Mystic Market, ensuring a fair price.

Mike nodded and asked, "How much are we talking?"

"Aren't you 400,000 Lord merits in debt to Foreskin?" Ace offered a price Mike couldn't refuse. "The united corps will pay off your 400,000 debt, and you sell them 400,000 worth of ore. How about it?"

"Deal!"

This was a win-win situation. Mike would be debt-free, the united corps would get a large supply of high-quality ore, and Ace would earn a commission. Sweet!

After settling the deal, Mike didn't forget to remind Ace as he was leaving, "Don't forget you still owe me 2,000,000 Lord merits!"

Ace: "???" Thor, when the heck did I owe you *that* much?!

...

Returning to New York from the Forest of Truth, Mike was in a good mood. He strolled around the New York superpower universities. He had dinner with Kaelum and Anderson in the cafeteria. Kaelum offered to treat, as a welcome back for Mike.

"New York superpower universities only accepted 100 students for this early admissions batch. Twenty-three of them have SS-rank talent. Mike, those like you, the summer camp division champions, take up another 24 spots. That leaves only 53 spots for people like Jessica to compete for!"

Anderson wasn't interested in the early admissions selection process; Cain, hadn't been selected.

Kaelum took a sip of iced tea and continued, "There are 24 summer camp divisions, and the top 101 from each division are eligible to apply. 2,400 people fighting for 53 spots, and Florida actually snagged two!"

These 2,400 individuals came from countries all over the world, representing the leading figures of Earth's new generation. The elimination rate was a staggering 97.8%! From that perspective, Florida was indeed impressive.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mike sighed, "Florida produced a genius like you. Color me impressed."

After dinner, Mike returned to his villa. Reactivating all the defensive formations, he went to his bedroom and stood by the Teleportation Array.

"Wait a minute..." Mike pondered. His original plan was to activate the Teleportation Array and go to the Forest of Truth for reinforcements if he encountered danger upon returning from the Tower of Truth. So why not just enter the Tower of Truth from the Forest of Truth in the first place? Wouldn't that be absolutely safe?

Mike's eyes lit up. The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed! Before, it was Shadow Three and Shadow Nine guarding him. Now, he could have Apollo as his 'personal

bodyguard'.

Thinking this, he immediately put his plan into action. Mike activated the Teleportation Array and instantly arrived outside the Forest of Truth, then entered his private space.

...

Inside the private space, 0.5 seconds before Mike appeared, a green light streaked across the

sky. Vladimir howled at the sky, letting out a wolf-like cry.

Mike glanced at Vladimir, and a prompt popped up:

[This hat is quite valuable. It can detect spatial fluctuations.]

[As for its purpose... take a guess who it's meant to guard against?]

Mike rolled his eyes, choosing not to make a fuss about it. Strolling through his private space,

he casually asked, "Anything to report?"

"Yes!" Vladimir, ever the tattletale, reported, "Today, when the Nature Elf Envoy was hammering for Master Fool, she suddenly turned into wood and hit herself with the hammer! She's still mad about it..."

"Really?" Mike raised an eyebrow, asking for the specific time. The time the Nature Elf Envoy turned into wood was shortly after he finished talking to Apollo!

"Is it possible... that Apollo turned the powerful elven in the black fog into wood? But because that powerful elven was so high-ranking, it affected other elves?"

There was precedent for this. The Blood Ancestor's failed breakthrough caused the Blood River to go berserk, affecting all powerful blood clan beings. From this perspective, the powerful elven in the black fog was very likely the former Elf Ancestor!

"Go play. I need to do some research." Dismissing Vladimir, Mike used the Eye of Truth to diligently research information about the elves and the Elf Ancestor.

Time passed, and soon it was midnight. As the clock struck twelve, countless people flooded into the Tower of Truth. Quickly, someone in the Core City of Truth noticed something was

wrong.

"What's going on? Why can't I enter the thirty-second floor?"

"Damn it! I was so close to conquering the thirty-sixth floor!"

"....."

Today, everyone who entered the Tower of Truth discovered a terrifying fact: the options for

floors thirty-one to forty-nine in the Core Truth Crystal were all grayed out!

Entry was impossible!