Just call me Thor

Tower of Truth, 28th floor.

In the cafe, Nameless ordered two cups of coffee. Although Thor said he didn't drink coffee, Nameless insisted.

"By the way, what year is it on Earth now?"

Nameless asked curiously.

Mike had nothing to hide. "2146."

"It's now already the 22nd century..."

A trace of melancholy flashed across Nameless's face.

"It's been so long, is Earth okay? The abyss hasn't invaded, has it?"

"No."

Mike shook his head, looked at him curiously, and asked, "When did you transmigrate, and why did you appear on the 28th floor of the Tower of Truth?"

"So the world I'm in isn't real, but the 28th floor of the Tower of Truth?!"

Nameless sighed. The feeling of his fantasy being shattered wasn't pleasant.

After composing himself, Nameless told his story. "I'm an orphan. How should I put it, it was quite common in our time. My home wasn't far from the Morrow family mansion. When I was 17, I got a strange illness. The doctor said I was going to die soon.

A kind person from the Morrow family hired a Lord-tier powerhouse to treat me, but even he was helpless..."

This kind person from the Morrow family was most likely the powerhouse who adopted Terraon and the others.

17 years old?

Hearing this number, Mike raised his eyebrows slightly.

He wasn't even an adult yet. At that age, he wouldn't have been able to awaken his talent.

Logically speaking, Nameless shouldn't have been able to appear in the Tower of Truth.

Moreover, there was a huge difference in the flow of time between the two sides.

Nameless had been here for four years, but centuries had passed in the outside world.

Mike asked, "And then?"

"And then..."

Nameless scratched his head, trying hard to remember.

"A passing swordsman in black saved my life!"

"I don't know how he did it, but swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, he split open the Tower of Truth with a single sword, you know?! Although it was only a small hole, it was the Tower of Truth! I crawled into the hole and smuggled myself in, and I've been living here ever since..."

As he spoke, Nameless gestured excitedly.

Mike's expression was also quite interesting.

The identity of the swordsman in black was almost obvious.

Nameless suddenly stopped and looked at Mike expectantly, asking, "By the way, my savior was called Ares. Did he become a Lord later?"

"Ares, that name should be quite famous, right? He was a very imposing man, the kind who would easily stand out!"

Nameless looked at Mike with anticipation in his eyes.

Mike shook his head. "No."

"Oh..."

The disappointment on Nameless's face was unconcealed, but he quickly cheered up.

"It's okay, I believe in Ares, he'll become a Lord someday..."

Mike interrupted Nameless and said seriously, "Ares is the Supreme Being of the human race, the second generation Supreme Being after Morpheus."

"Supreme Being?!"

Nameless's mouth gaped open as if he could swallow a computer whole. He never imagined that his savior, Ares, had actually become a Supreme Being!!

"That's amazing!"

Nameless asked eagerly, "What about the abyss? Has it been completely destroyed?"

"No, after Ares, the third generation Supreme Being is named Apollo."

Mike looked at him, not continuing.

Hearing the information about the Supreme Beings one after another, Nameless was indeed very excited and asked proactively, "What about the fourth generation?! I'm telling you, the trope in novels is that the third generation leader is the weirdest, and the fourth generation is the strongest. Trust me, the fourth generation Supreme Being must be super strong!!"

Mike cleared his throat and said modestly, without any bragging, "The fourth generation Supreme Being is named Thor."

Nameless suddenly thought of something and his expression froze.

"Wait a minute."

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! You're Apollo, no, you're Thor?!"

Mike nodded subtly. "That's right."

Stay low-key!

In the cafe, Mike and Nameless chatted for a while longer.

Nameless was doing quite well here.

As a transmigrator, he had used his memories from before he came to invest in Bitcoin in 2015, making a small fortune and living a comfortable life.

Because he was an orphan, Nameless didn't have much to worry about on Earth. He just asked about the kind person from the Morrow family and how Ares was doing, expressing his concern.

As for anything more, Nameless was powerless.

He was already half an NPC on the 28th floor of the Tower of Truth.

His only superpower was summoning monsters to attack human participants, causing trouble for his own people...

"Sorry about that, I'll go easy on you next time..."

"It's okay."

Mike explained, "The stronger the monsters you summon, the higher the Exploration Rate we get. By defeating your companions, I've gained almost 50% Exploration Rate!"

"Am I that awesome?!"

Nameless instantly perked up again. "So does that mean I'm actually the boss of this floor?!"

Mike nodded. "If you want to think of it that way, I guess there's nothing wrong with it."

With that, Mike stood up and asked, "I have one last NPC to visit, a child. Do you want to come with me?"

Nameless nodded quickly. "Sure!"

"Let's go!"

Following the Eye of Truth's navigation, Mike successfully found the last NPC, a nine-year-old child.

He was squatting on the ground, counting ants.

Considering that he was only nine years old, Mike deliberately changed into normal clothes to make himself seem more approachable.

Mike's Exploration Rate had reached 85%.

Only 15% more Exploration Rate, and Mike would achieve an SSSS-level conquest rating, completing tonight's task.

After that, he would return to Earth and find time to chat with Apollo.

After all, Mike had already taken Foreskin's money, so he couldn't just not do the job.

Finding Jeremy, Mike squatted down and asked in a friendly tone, "Excuse me, are you Jeremy?"

Jeremy, who was counting ants, looked up at Mike.

The child's expression was slightly surprised, and he asked, "You can see me?"