Just call me Thor

Chapter 555: Godslayer Thor



Some words, once spoken, cannot be taken back.

Before Thor even uttered the word "die," the entire Eighth Abyss began to boil over.

The intent to kill a Demon God was impossible to hide.

Poseidon knew that after today, the position of the Eighth Demon God would remain-but he himself would not.

If Poseidon wanted to survive, there was only one path left:

Kill Thor.

If he could kill Thor, the Supreme Demon God would surely intervene to protect him.

The two sides had reached a point of no return-there was no room for negotiation or retreat. Thus, the battle began without any prelude. Both sides immediately unleashed their strongest combat forms!

Behind Poseidon, massive waves surged, and countless chains of law appeared and shattered.

There was nothing left to say-it was time to fight for his life.

If he didn't, he wouldn't have one.

Meanwhile, behind Mike,

The Five-Race Strike Team moved into action!

On this day, the River of Blood returned to the Abyss!

Countless puppets emerged from the River of Blood, charging forward without hesitation. Even if their self-destruction could only consume a sliver of Poseidon's source, their controller would not hesitate.

The decisiveness of their actions and the ruthlessness of their methods were awe-inspiring! Dracula, the vampire, demonstrated to the world what it meant to be the forbidden prince. A God? Dracula fought Gods for sport!

When Dracula had reached level 999, Poseidon hadn't even been born yet!

Beneath the River of Blood, a Blood Sea descended!

Vladimir, wielding the Sea God's laws, directly opposed the Eighth Demon God, aiming to destroy his foundation!

Having betrayed the Blood Ancestor, Vladimir made another calculated betrayal-this time, against Poseidon.

He wanted to become the new Sea God!

The clash of laws-their devouring, their erosion-was the most terrifying aspect of the battle!

Vladimir's attacks weren't as flashy as Dracula's,

But in terms of damage, he was far more effective!

After all, as everyone knew, the damage from a traitor was true damage.

Outside the battlefield, a two-winged colossus soared through the skies.

Gabriel, with every landing, caused the entire Eighth Abyss to tremble!

The earth cracked, and the heavens shook!

Unlike Dracula and Vladimir, Gabriel's attacks avoided Poseidon entirely. Instead, he targeted the very foundation of the Eighth Abyss!

The former inflicted surface wounds; Gabriel struck at the core.

If Gabriel were left unchecked, Poseidon wouldn't even have the ability to sustain the battle!

Poseidon wanted to shake off the two vampires and deal with Gabriel first, but at that moment,

The Primordial Ghost revealed her deadly claws to the world.

Black mist surged, and ghostly laws manifested, pinning Poseidon in place!

No matter how many times Poseidon killed Sylvanas, she would resurrect effortlessly and rejoin the fight!

Just these four alone were enough to leave Poseidon overwhelmed!

Among the four-Dracula, Sylvanas, Gabriel, and Vladimir-excluding Vladimir, the other three could easily crush Poseidon in a same-tier battle!

They were once the prodigies of the Nine Races. If not for falling into Thor's hands, each of them could have become a legendary figure in their own right during ancient times!

Only Thor could have ground down their sharp edges.

So,

When Thor loosened their chains and allowed them to unleash their full potential,

They would prove their former glory!

A rainbow streaked across the sky.

The elf's longbow sang a requiem of death!

And behind the arrowhead, a shadow crept along, trying to steal the kill.

Boom-

The shadow was swatted away by Poseidon's trident, crying pitifully.

Having failed to steal the kill, Shadow Two was grabbed by Thor by the scruff of his neck and thrown out of the Eighth Abyss, landing next to Ace.

In the earlier ambush on Poseidon, Shadow Two had expended too much energy and was severely injured. Keeping him here would only be a liability.

Moreover,

Poseidon's death was already a foregone conclusion.

Mike couldn't risk Poseidon going berserk and killing the heavily injured Shadow Two-it

wasn't worth it.

The entire Eighth Abyss descended into chaos.

The battlefield seemed to be bathed in the afterglow of the Nine Races' ancient glory!

And beneath this ancient splendor,

The sole protagonist-the Godslayer-was Thor.

The golden Thor's Sea descended from the heavens, and the Reaper Envoy arrived...

Thor extended an invitation straight to death.

"Poseidon, let's make a fair deal."

...

In the end,

A bolt of Chaotic Lightning pierced through the Abyss, descending from the heavens.

The Chaotic Lightning brought the perfect conclusion to this god-slaying battle.

The demon creatures of the Abyss... no, the Demon Gods!

Once again, they were reminded of the fear of being dominated by a potential Supreme Being.

...

Florida.

The sky was overcast, the summer heat oppressive. Even standing in the shade, one could

sweat profusely.

Ding, ding, ding-

The final ACT exam had just ended.

A swarm of students, like a colony of ants, poured out of the testing center, gathering into streams as they exited the school gates.

Their expressions varied-some were excited, some dejected, some relieved.

These eighteen-year-olds greeted familiar instructors and friends, their eyes filled with hope

as they chatted animatedly.

Everyone was talking about the same thing.

Even years later, when they looked back on this day, they might forget how they felt at this

moment. They might forget the questions on the test.

But,

They would never forget what happened on this day.

An event destined to be written into the history of the human race!

Amid the noisy crowd, a burly young man stood out.

He was also eighteen, though just a few months ago, he had been quite scrawny.

But after attending summer camp and training with his seniors, he hadn't learned much- except how to eat. And he was now the undisputed champion of eating.

The burly young man scanned the crowd for a while before finally spotting his friend.

"Over here!"

Cain raised his hand, spotting Mike in the crowd.

As he waved Mike over, Cain held his phone and excitedly shared something with those

around him.

"What's going on?" asked a pale-faced young man in black, who seemed injured and

unsteady on his feet.

Cain pointed at his phone, his excitement palpable.

"Thor! It's Thor!"

"Oh?"

The young man in black didn't seem particularly interested. He forced his eyes open and

glanced at the phone.

Cain, practically shouting, exclaimed,

"Breaking news! Thor entered the Eighth Abyss alone and killed the Eighth Demon God!"

His words didn't cause much of a stir among those nearby.

Because everyone was already talking about it!

The human race's fourth-generation potential Supreme Being, Thor!

By now, it had been 100 days since Thor awakened his SSS-grade talent.

In those 100 days, Thor had brought countless surprises and exceeded all expectations.

But no one could have imagined that, fresh off conquering the 40th floor, Thor would go on to

slay a Demon

God!

A Demon God!

A level 599 Thor had killed the Eighth Demon God!

The implications of this brief message were enough to send the entire world into a frenzy!

After today,

Thor would gain a new title: Godslayer.

"Oh."

Amid the near-frenzied crowd, the young man in black simply smiled faintly and nodded

perfunctorily.

"Impressive."

...

Outside the ACT testing center, the crowd was abuzz with excitement.

People continued to discuss Thor's slaying of the Eighth Demon God.

The fourth-generation potential Supreme Being, Thor, had delivered a perfect report card for

his first 100 days, marked by the death of a Demon God.

No one could find a single flaw in his performance.

"Mike, are you hurt?" Cain put down his phone and noticed that Mike looked particularly

unwell.

Mike forced a weak explanation.

"I ate a burger earlier. It might've been expired. My heart not feeling great."

Cain: ???

If you ate an expired burger, shouldn't your stomach hurt, not your heart?

Cain could only offer some comfort. "Alright, eat more later-you'll feel better."

When it came to eating, Cain was an expert.

After the ACT, as per their celebration plans, dinner was a must.

On the way, Cain couldn't help but ask,

"You were fine before my exam. How did you suddenly eat something bad?"

Logically, Mike's strength should be at the General tier by now.

At that level, it was nearly impossible to get sick from food.

Mike's condition was unusual, so Cain's curiosity was understandable.

In response to his friend's concern,

Mike sighed and explained,

"The food I ate suddenly started attacking me... By the way, you just finished the ACT. You

should eat something to replenish your energy. I brought some sea cucumbers..."

Mike swore that every word he said was true-no exaggeration!

Cain was skeptical. "Does that stuff even work?"

"I don't know," Mike admitted.

"But the ones I brought should work."

The sea cucumbers, harvested from the 999-level Poseidon, had been specially processed to

reduce their potency, making them safe for someone like Cain, a Soldier-tier individual, to

consume.

For a Lord, they'd be useless. But for Cain, they were perfect.

If unprocessed, even a small piece could cause Cain to explode from energy overload.

Of course,

The bulk of the spoils remained untouched in Mike's private space. Poseidon's corpse, as Mike's trophy, had been stored there. After a simple celebration, everyone returned to their normal routines.

The ACT was just the end of one journey and the beginning of another.

All the emotions and reflections would fade with time. Some memories would ripen and

become cherished, others would spoil, and some would gently fade into a serene, ordinary

life.

For Mike, the ACT was irrelevant.

The joy of being pre-admitted to superpower universities was something Cain couldn't

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With Cain's abilities, he was likely to get into a top 10 superpower university in the U.S.

But getting into New York Superpower Universities might be a stretch.

After all,

Everyone knew Thor was at New York Superpower Universities, and everyone was flocking

there.

After a brief celebration, everyone went their separate ways, preparing for tonight's Tower of

Truth journey.

No matter which superpower university they got into or didn't-their future paths were

theirs to walk.

The ACT was an important exam, but it wasn't the only one in life.

And the pale-faced Mike could finally drop his facade.

His heart ached to the point of suffocation.

...

Private Space.

After returning from the Eighth Abyss,

All the strike team members tacitly went their separate ways, saying nothing.

Dracula went straight to his workshop, not only supervising the blood clan elders at work but

also joining in himself.

Such enthusiasm for work was rare.

Sylvanas went with Gabriel to fish in the snowy plains. Apparently, they only had to hand over

99% of their earnings-the rest was theirs to keep.

That percentage was the most generous in Thor's private space!

And the seafood could fetch a good price with Vladimir. Vladimir, meanwhile, turned himself into a pig and hung out at the Heaven Pavilion,

swinging alongside Lilith.

Let's sway together-

The two pigs swayed in the breeze. Lilith opened a bag of chips, tossed them into the air, and

used her blood energy to line them up along her swing path, eating them all in one go on the

return swing.

Sensing the strange atmosphere,

Fool Master glanced at her maid and curiously asked,

"Did something go wrong?"

The Nature Elf Envoy hesitated, shook her head, then nodded.

She didn't dare say.

Everyone maintained their silence.

No one spoke about what had happened in the Eighth Abyss, as if it had never occurred.

It seemed like something big had happened.

Fool Master decided to use her own channels to gather information.

Soon, she received a reply.

After Thor killed Poseidon in the Eighth Abyss, he immediately supported the Chaos Prince as

the new Eighth Demon God.

Everything went smoothly-no surprises.

"No issues..." Fool Master muttered, looking at her intel and then at the unusually quiet

crowd, deep in thought.

"What went wrong?"

This atmosphere suggested something major had happened.

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became.

A few hours later, Thor finally returned to his private space.

Uncharacteristically, Thor didn't bully Vladimir.

His face was pale, his eyes slightly red, and he sat silently under the Money Tree, saying

nothing.

Fool Master quickly rushed over, her curiosity piqued.

"Thor, what's got you so upset? Tell us so we can all have a good laugh!"

Only she dared to joke with Thor at a time like this.

Mike just sat there, staring blankly, saying nothing.

"No way... Did he go dumb?" Fool Master waved a hand in front of Mike's face, continuing to

tease him.

"All this over killing Poseidon? Seriously?"

To Fool Master, killing Poseidon was something any Supreme Being could do.

And that was true.

But Thor wasn't a true Supreme Being yet he was just a potential Supreme Being.

How had things gotten to this point?

Thor looked like he'd suffered a major blow!

Fool Master quickly realized that Thor's wounds weren't physical.

Could Poseidon have secretly mastered a Soul Element?

After a long silence,

Thor opened his right hand, letting a piece of paper fall to the ground.

Fool Master leaned in to read it.

It was an IOU.

"Poseidon owes Thor 10 million Lord Merits, with daily interest of 3.6%..."

In an instant,

Her expression became incredibly complex.

Realizing the full context, she wanted to laugh but didn't dare. She was holding it in so hard it

hurt!

Everyone knew,

Financial damage was the most real kind of damage for Thor.

Mike's face twisted with grief as he cursed,

"He... He owed me so much money, and he dared to die! How could he die?!"

Above the private space, Thor's anguished roar echoed:

"He hasn't paid off his debt yet! How dare he die?!"