Just call me Thor

547  This automatic rifle's name is ‘revolver’

Tower of Truth, 40th Floor.

Mike appeared amidst swirling black mist, his eyes scanning the surroundings with caution.

"I wonder if I can get an SSSSS rating on this floor."

Based on his past experiences, every ten floors offered the chance to earn an SSSSS rating.

But now that the 40th floor had been taken over by the Supreme Demon God's forces, the storyline had started to unravel.

The cycle that had once governed this floor was now broken.

Mike recalled his previous SSSSS ratings.

The first was at Mistveil Castle, where he had recruited Vladimir. The second was in the Frozen Wasteland, where he had encountered Dracula. The third was in Brookfield Town, where the White Wolf King had broken free from the cycle and entered the Temple of Truth...

Mike had analyzed the pattern before.

The cycles on the 10th, 20th, and 30th floors were all connected to the Lower Three Races—the werewolves, the blood clan—but the key figure had always been Vladimir!

Mike had initially thought the White Wolf King was the key.

But after learning about Vladimir's deep ties to the Blood Ancestor, Mike realized that Vladimir was far more important than he appeared!

The cycle on the 30th floor had centered around the White Wolf King.

So, the question was: if the first 30 floors were connected to the Lower Three Races, with the werewolves and blood clan already accounted for, what about the elves?

Logically, the key figure on the 20th floor should have been an elf, but instead, it had been Dracula.

However, Mike remembered a crucial detail.

The key location for conquering the 20th floor—the Sea of Life—was actually tied to the elves' sacred relic, the Tree of Life.

Under normal circumstances, participants should have been able to find the Sea of Life and encounter an elf there.

But when Morpheus had reached the 20th floor, he had searched the entire map and found nothing, so he had used Dream Come True to summon one.

The original elf had disappeared, replaced by Dracula, the vampire...

It was known that the Tower of Truth had originally been designed as a sanctuary for the Nine Races to escape the apocalypse.

The floor numbers hadn't mattered at first—it was just a matter of living on different levels!

At the same time, the Nine Races within the Tower of Truth were supposed to be able to train, advance, and even reach level 1000!

If Mike followed this line of thinking, he could make a bold hypothesis:

Each set of ten floors represented one of the Nine Races and their hope of reaching level 1000!

But due to the appearance of the Supreme Demon God, the original plan had been disrupted, throwing everything into chaos and forcing the races into an endless cycle.

Unless there was hope of advancing to level 1000, the cycle could not be broken!

In other words, Vladimir was the key figure for the blood clan's advancement to level 1000, and the White Wolf King was the werewolves' hope.

That made sense, right?

But then, was Dracula the key figure for the elves' advancement to level 1000?

Dracula's appearance had been an accident.

He should have been living a carefree life as the forbidden prince in the Temple of Truth.

But Dracula had abandoned everything to chase down Lilith, rushing from the 90th floor all the way to the 40th floor, where his soul had become separated from his body.

Dracula's body had remained on the 40th floor, while his soul had fought its way to the 20th floor, where it had been severely injured and forced into a deep sleep, accidentally becoming trapped in the cycle.

The blood clan, the elves, the werewolves...

Mike's eyes grew cold.

"The 40th floor is the ghost race's cycle, and also their opportunity..."

The ghost race potential Supreme Being hadn't challenged Mike to kill him.

In fact, everyone knew the truth:

As long as Apollo was alive, Mike was absolutely safe within the Tower of Truth.

Unless the Supreme Demon God was willing to risk everything, there was no way to kill Thor.

"This guy wants to reach level 1000?"

The thought crossed Mike's mind, but he wasn't surprised. It made perfect sense.

The black mist around him swirled, parting to reveal a path.

From the other end of the path, a faint tremor could be heard.

The tremor grew louder, as if the entire space was beginning to shake.

A seductive figure appeared at the end of the path.

Her body was covered in black markings, and her face was flawless, with perfect features and black eyes that radiated an alluring charm. Her figure was equally perfect...

To size up his opponent, Mike had to lower his gaze.

After all, know your enemy, know yourself, and you'll never lose a battle!

But her lower half... was missing.

The ghost race potential Supreme Being's upper body was perfectly aligned with human aesthetics.

However, her lower body was like that of a ghost—completely transparent.

"Is that it? Is that all?"

Mike couldn't help but roll his eyes.

[What were you expecting?]

Among all the enemies Mike had killed, this one was definitely the most beautiful!

Without any pleasantries, he attacked immediately.

[Attack! Attack!]

"Reaper's Bargain!"

Thor's Sea spread out, and the surrounding mist retreated. Runes appeared, and the Reaper Envoy descended!

This time, the summoned Reaper Envoy was Mike's old acquaintance—the gargoyle.

The gargoyle trembled between the two powerful beings, on the verge of tears.

Mike immediately laid out the rules he had prepared:

"There's a game on Earth where you load a bullet into a gun, and the players take turns pulling the trigger. The first one to get shot loses!"

The gargoyle didn't immediately comment on the rules. Instead, it looked pitifully at the ghost race potential Supreme Being.

She frowned slightly, but the rules didn't seem too problematic.

It sounded fair enough!

She had had brief contact with the outside world and had learned a lot about human culture.

She had even heard of Russian roulette.

Having no reason to distrust Thor, she nodded in agreement to the game.

The gargoyle quickly announced that the game had officially begun!

"The trick to Russian roulette is luck and courage. The first person to pull the trigger actually has the advantage," Mike explained seriously.

"I'm a gentleman, so ladies first. You go ahead."

The young potential Supreme Being nodded again, agreeing to Thor's suggestion.

The gargoyle's gaze shifted from reverence to pity.

Agreeing to two of Thor's suggestions in a row? That was practically a death sentence!

The rules were now in effect, and neither party could back out. Breaking the rules would result in an automatic loss!

Mike, ever the gentleman, pulled out a gun and loaded a single bullet.

Once everything was ready, Mike handed the gun to his opponent, signaling that the game could begin.

Ghost race potential Supreme Being: ???

"I understand the concept," she said, staring at the gun in her hand, "but since when did Russian roulette use an automatic rifle?"

Staring at the automatic rifle in her hands, the ghost fell into deep thought.

After a long pause, she finally asked,

"I thought Russian roulette was played with a revolver?"

In Russian roulette, you load one or more bullets into a revolver's cylinder, spin the cylinder, and then pull the trigger...

Because of the spinning cylinder, there's a chance the gun will fire, but there's also a chance it won't.

That's how the game is supposed to work!

It's all about the thrill!

But Thor had handed her a fully loaded automatic rifle.

An automatic rifle is... well, automatic...

Pull the trigger, and the gun will fire...

The ghost race potential Supreme Being couldn't help but ask,

"Thor, are you cheating?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Faced with her accusation, Mike responded confidently,

"Of course not. This automatic rifle's name is 'revolver'"

"Oh, I see!"

Ah, so Thor named the automatic rifle 'revolver'!

Since Thor wasn't playing fair, the ghost race potential Supreme Being saw no reason to hold back. She suddenly transformed into a vengeful spirit, revealing her dark and terrifying side.

Fine, let's hurt each other!

Holding the automatic rifle, the vengeful spirit turned the gun on Thor!

"You never said how we had to pull the trigger, right?"

As she spoke, the ghost pulled the trigger, giving Thor no chance to dodge!

Bang—

But as the vengeful spirit pulled the trigger, Thor's expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of concern.

The gun had fired.

But it had fired in a different way.

The moment the trigger was pulled, the gun exploded!

The bullet, equipped with a homing function, changed direction mid-air and struck the ghost race potential Supreme Being with pinpoint accuracy.

The ghost race potential Supreme Being stared at her right hand in disbelief.

WTF?!

She had thought that using an automatic rifle for Russian roulette was already shameless.

But she had never imagined that her imagination's upper limit was merely Thor's lower limit!

Using an automatic rifle for Russian roulette was bad enough, but it was a gun that exploded!

And if that wasn't enough, the bullet had homing capabilities!

Thor, was this all part of your plan?

The ghost race potential Supreme Being had thought she had found a loophole, but in reality, it had been a trap set by Thor to lull her into complacency!

After being hit by the exploding gun and then by the homing bullet, the Libra of Reaper's Bargain tipped fully in Thor's favor.

This round was Thor's victory!

The ghost race potential Supreme Being knew that the moment Reaper's Bargain had been activated, Thor had already won!

This skill was incredibly unfriendly to the ghost race, with a strong bias against them!

In fact... she might even die because of this skill!

A die fell from the sky, beginning the punishment roll.

But the ghost remained calm, quietly awaiting her fate.

15:23

When the result was Small Win or Big Win, the roll would be repeated until a Win-Win or Jackpot was achieved.

In other words, as long as Mike's luck was bad enough, the rolls could continue indefinitely!

The resulting damage would be catastrophic!

The die landed:

[Small Win]!

Soon, another die fell:

[Small Win]!

Before long, the ghost race potential Supreme Being was filled with confusion.

Why is it always Small Win?

Based on her understanding, the probability of Small Win was around 50%, but six consecutive Small Wins?

Was Thor's luck really that bad?

Mike smirked, his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

In reality, he was incredibly tense!

To trap his opponent, Mike had taken a huge gamble!

He had borrowed the golden leaf from Fool Master!

That's right—the golden leaf that had fallen from the tree where Afterskin had once rested was now quietly sitting in Mike's pocket.

As long as he had it, Mike's luck would be terrible, and the rolls would always result in Small Win...

Enough Small Wins could still kill his opponent!

While the dice were rolling, the two combatants didn't sit idle. They began a new round of fighting.

The ghost race potential Supreme Being was out for blood!

Even if she couldn't kill Thor, she wanted to make him pay.

Otherwise, her future plans would be jeopardized!

She could die once, but she couldn't afford to die here permanently!

The vengeful spirit letting out a piercing scream that was terrifying to hear!

Mike had never encountered this type of attack before, so he chose to dodge first. While dodging, he unleashed a barrage of skills, trying to counterattack.

But no matter how many Charge Up-boosted Thunderclap Strikes or Chaotic Lightning bolts he threw, he couldn't kill her!

Who would have thought, the vengeful spirit actually had extremely high lightning immunity!

So Mike decided to call for backup!

Dracula and Vladimir took turns stepping in, all to buy more time!

Every second, Reaper's Bargain continued to roll!

And every time, it was Small Win!

Mike believed that if he accumulated enough Small Wins, it would eventually count as a Jackpot!

Time was on Thor's side!

Before long, half an hour had passed, and by now, the mountain of dice was more than enough to kill his opponent!

Mike knew it was time to get serious!

A flash of gold, and a Piggy appeared in Mike's hand.

Lilith: ???

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

She had been eating a burger, and suddenly, Thor had brought her to this completely unfamiliar place!

The moment Lilith was in Mike's hands, a die fell from the sky, beginning a new roll.

Mike believed that Lilith was the only one who could rival Afterskin in luck!

Boom—

The die rolled a few times on the ground before revealing the final result:

"Jackpot!"