Chapter 182: Master Fool

Chapter 182: Master Fool



Outside the Forest of Truth, a Teleportation Array silently activated.

Beside Ares, in addition to his sword servant, stood a figure shrouded in black mist.

This figure, wrapped in chains, emitted a clear, melodious sound with each step.

This was the master smith Ares had 'invited' for Thor.

On this side of the portal, no one was there to greet the master smith. The area within ten miles was deserted, even the Guardian Shadows who watched over the Forest of Truth had been instructed to avoid this region.

A black coffin lay in front of the portal.

"Heh heh-"

"To even bring out this one, you must think highly of me."

The master smith, bound in chains, sneered continuously, "Mars, you might as well kill me with one strike!"

"Do you mean it?"

Sword light flashed, and the demon race master smith darted out of the Teleportation Array with incredible speed.

Even though she was fast, the sword was faster!

A sliver of sword energy landed on her back, causing her aura to plummet.

The previously still black coffin began to tremble.

Seeing the coffin shake, the demon race master smith suddenly felt fear.

She could sense the intense killing intent locking onto her!

The being inside the coffin was one who had walked the paths of [Death] and [Slaughter] to godhood!

A 990-level Ultimate Battle Lord, also known by a hidden title: [Quasi-God]!

A Slaughter Quasi-God, a Death Quasi-God, being this close and locked onto...

For anyone else, the demon race master smith might have had a slim chance of survival.

But the one in the coffin had a faulty mind!

With a hint of despair, the demon race master smith growled with a sobbing tone,

"Mars, we had an agreement!"

"This place... is not under his jurisdiction."

A hoarse voice came from the coffin,

"If I kill her, I'll compensate Thor with two SS-tier pieces of equipment. How about that?"

The coffin was here to prevent the demon race master smith from causing trouble.

After all, as a master smith of the demon race, she possessed considerable strength, not weaker than Maxen.

Who would have thought that upon seeing her, the only thought in the coffin's mind was- slaughter!

Under the bright moonlight, a figure silently appeared beside the coffin.

A white-haired man gently placed his hand on the coffin.

The coffin immediately stopped trembling, quieting down, and the killing intent receded like a tide.

Without any special means, the nearly out-of-control Ultimate Battle Lord instantly calmed down, retracting all his murderous intent and following the man's command.

The demon race master smith looked up, trembling, at the man.

In her heart, she had already guessed his identity-Morpheus!

The middle-aged man smiled kindly and said softly,

"This place is under my jurisdiction."

===

Core City of Truth.

Mike and Maxen stood side by side in front of a special hall.

This area was sparsely populated, and the hall itself wasn't even marked on the map.

"Entering the Core City of Truth from the outside will bring you here."

Maxen explained to Mike,

"Generally, when imprisoning demon creatures in the Core City of Truth, they pass through here. As you climb higher in the Tower of Truth, your authority within it increases, you know

that, right?"

Mike nodded, "Just found out."

Maxen suddenly thought he should charge for this knowledge. Educating Thor should come with a fee!

to pay the bill tonight.

Maxen was incredulous, "So, Apollo unfroze my card and then maxed it out?"

Mike mercilessly pointed out, "He unfroze it, but you did most of the spending."

If Maxen hadn't been urging everyone to take more, he wouldn't be in this situation.

"Wait."

Maxen realized something,

"You said you gave me a third of the fourth demon god?"

Mike nodded. "Yes, I figured it was useless to me, so I gave it to you."

With that, Mike took Fool the master smith away, leaving Maxen standing there in a daze.

A third of the fourth demon god?

Maxen's family had a complete set of demon god remains, not Vortexarchon, but the

eighteenth demon god, killed by Morpheus years ago.

The remains of the eighteenth demon god, even a drop of blood, could sell for thousands of

Battle Lord merits!

A third of the fourth demon god, and still alive!

Its value was immeasurable.

"Wow-"

Maxen slapped his forehead,

"Did I just hit the jackpot?"

He suddenly realized this was his biggest gain besides his two Supreme Godfathers!

Compared to this, today's expenses were trivial!

...

In the private space.

Teemo's exploration team hadn't returned, and the fourth abyss hadn't been integrated into

Mike's private space yet.

After bringing Fool the master smith in, Mike scrutinized her.

[Apollo has concealed some information about her, currently unavailable for viewing]

[She has sworn an oath of loyalty, never to harm Thor]

Mike never trusted oaths.

The only way to make an oath binding was to be stronger than the other party.

Clearly, Mike wasn't there yet.

If he were, he wouldn't need the oath.

"Fool, I'm curious about something."

Mike asked, "Before forging equipment, I want to know why you're willing to forge for me?"

A demon race master smith, even in Ares's hands, wouldn't submit so quickly.

From the previous information, Fool seemed quite cooperative.

Something unusual was definitely going on.

"Does 'forge or die' count as a reason?"

Fool's answer didn't satisfy Mike.

She could tell.

If she didn't tell the truth today, Thor wouldn't let her start working.

"The reason is simple."

The demon race master smith said seriously, "The equipment I forge cannot harm me. If I

could, I'd be willing to forge weapons for every human Supreme Being!"

That explained it.

Mike understood, but he had a new question,

"Have you considered this possibility?"

"What if I don't use weapons and can kill you with lightning?"