Chapter 116: When you see him, you will know it’s him

Clang, clang—

The iron chains clashed together, and a shadowy figure lay trembling at Mike's feet, speaking again.

"You were sent by Lord Morpheus, weren't you!?"

Mike crouched down, helping the figure up, and curiously asked, "You know my big brother?"

"Lord Morpheus is your big brother... That's wonderful... just wonderful..."

The shadow lifted its head, and Mike finally saw the person's face clearly.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes, bloodshot and looking quite unwell.

He spoke again, his voice filled with pleading, "Do you have a way to get us out of here?"

"Before I came, ahem, my big brother didn't give me many details, just told me to come here."

Mike coughed lightly, hoping the man would explain more clearly.

Morpheus... Mike had never even met him.

Privately calling Morpheus his big brother, he probably wouldn't mind, right?

Hearing Mike's words, the shadowy figure nodded shakily, about to say something.

Suddenly, a young werewolf nearby spoke up with a mocking tone, "Don't listen to that old fool, he's crazy."

As soon as he said this, many others chimed in,

"Yeah, he's been acting weird since this morning, mumbling about Lord Morpheus, Lord Morpheus..."

"If you ask me, Morpheus is just a load of crap, no, not even..."

His words were abruptly cut off.

Because a staff had pierced through his throat, pinning his entire body to the ground, blood slowly seeping from the wound, draining his life away.

And the owner of the staff stood beside the corpse, expressionless and cold.

The killer's intent was unmistakable.

Swish—

Most of the werewolves began to back away, distancing themselves from Mike, growling threateningly, baring their claws, ready for a fight.

But a small group of 'werewolves' did the opposite, surrounding Mike protectively.

They weren't true werewolves but human participants who had chosen the werewolf faction.

They had witnessed everything that had just happened, and they had heard Mike's conversation with the shadowy werewolf.

"When you see him, you will know it's him. That's as good as saying nothing at all."

Mike rubbed his temples, feeling at a loss for a moment. He asked again, "Have you seen anyone wielding a sword?"

Mike tried a different approach. The three Supreme Beings who had arrived before him should have left some traces.

Dorian shook his head and explained, "Many years ago, right after a reset, I was killed by a newly arrived werewolf. When I revived again, the entire castle had undergone a massive change, with sword marks everywhere... They don't have memories, but they are terrified of the sword marks."

It seemed Dorian had narrowly missed encountering Ares.

Mike wasn't ready to give up and wanted to ask about Apollo. So far, in this endless loop, there were two beings whose memories weren't reset. They retained memories of the centuries-long cycle, starting anew each day: Shadow Werewolf Dorian and the Count!

Shadow Werewolf Dorian was due to Supreme Being Morpheus, while the Count had been slashed by Ares.

"There should be a third person, influenced by Apollo..." Mike calculated in his mind.

Clang, clang—

The sound of iron chains clashing echoed again, but this time, it was completely different from before! As the heavy chain sounds reverberated, all the werewolves became as docile as lambs. They pressed against the walls, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Thud—

Thud—

From the darkness, a massive shadow slowly emerged, each step causing the entire dungeon to shake, with countless stones falling. A colossal figure, standing at 16.4 feet tall, gradually revealed itself. Covered in scars, its fur was a rare white, and its eyes were also white, exuding a terrifying aura. Wrapped in numerous iron chains, it radiated a dangerous vibe.

Someone immediately whispered an introduction, "Lord Thor, this is the White Wolf King, possessing strength comparable to a Battle Chief. He's someone you definitely don't want to mess with on this level."

The White Wolf King ignored everything around him, his eyes fixed solely on Mike.

"You're looking for the one who wields a sword?"

Clearly, he had overheard Mike and Dorian's conversation.

"Yes, have you retained your memory too?"

"I don't believe the crazy talk from Dorian. This cycle has been going on for three hundred years? Impossible..."

"Dorian has no reason to lie," Mike said.

The White Wolf King took a deep breath, "But I have a question for you."

As he spoke, the White Wolf King raised his right hand, crushing the iron chain on his chest, revealing a terrifying scar on his silver fur. In a deep voice, he asked,

"What's the deal with this sword mark?"

He had woken up this morning to find this scar on his body, with no memory of how it got there!

Seeing the familiar sword mark, Mike nodded and said,

"Ares slashed you. Any problems with that?"