Chapter 374: Eternal Friendship Of The Werewolves

Chapter 374: Eternal Friendship Of The Werewolves



Mike never expected that the old man in front of him was actually from the 10th floor!

Back on the 10th floor, Mike had achieved a 100% Exploration Rate with the human faction. However, there was one thing that struck him as odd.

He had scoured every nook and cranny of Mistveil Castle but hadn't encountered a single human. At the time, he couldn't shake off the nagging question: where were they?

As he was about to depart from Mistveil Castle, Mike had complimented Vladimir on the beautiful flowers and plants surrounding the castle. Vladimir's composure had crumbled instantly.

He had never planted anything in his life; vampires had no affinity for gardening. Where had all the greenery come from?

Now, Mike was hearing a similar story from the old man, albeit with a few more details. The pieces of the past were starting to come together, but they also brought new questions to light.

"Your presence here... does that mean you belong to the human faction on this floor?"

"No." The old man shook his head slowly. "We don't belong to this floor. We're merely seeking refuge, homeless wanderers."

In other words, these outsiders had no connection to the 30th floor's storyline. If Mike wanted to achieve an SSSSS rating, he would have to find another way.

"However," the old man continued, his tone shifting slightly, "I might know a thing or two that you don't." He paused, then asked, "Are you familiar with the term 'Lower Three Races'?"

[I know!]

[The Lower Three Races are: Elves, Blood Clan, Werewolves]

Despite the Eye of Truth's prompt, Mike maintained a straight face and shook his head. "I don't know."

The old man provided the same explanation, then continued, "Among the Nine Races, these three races experience the weakest, most insignificant power gains from leveling up and changing classes. Hence, they are known as the Lower Three Races."

The Nine Races... another piece of the puzzle.

Mike nodded slowly. "That sounds a bit discriminatory, don't you think? What about humans?"

"Humans are not part of the Nine Races."

After answering Mike's question, the old man continued his explanation. "Legend has it that the Tower of Truth was created by the Nine Races in conjunction with numerous deities. Each set of ten floors has a designated guardian, and the first thirty floors are entrusted to the Lower Three Races."

Mike pondered this new information.

The 10th floor: Vladimir and the White Wolf King. It seemed likely that they were the guardians representing the werewolves. The White Wolf King held an esteemed position of power within the werewolf race.

The 20th floor: Dracula, slumbering beneath the icy plains, was second only to the Blood Ancestor among the blood clan.

Following this pattern, the 30th floor should have a guardian from the elves!

With the old man's insights, Mike's thoughts began to crystallize.

Although there were no apparent factions on the 30th floor yet, they already knew of humans and werewolves. Adding a hidden elf guardian to the mix made perfect sense.

But the old man's knowledge about the elves was limited.

Mike exchanged a few more pleasantries with him, left some food and supplies, then took his leave.

This group of humans had lived in seclusion ever since their arrival on the 30th floor.

That is, until Anderson and the others stumbled upon their hidden village.

Upon learning of their situation, Kaelum and Elena had offered their assistance, improving their living conditions.

After bidding farewell to the old man, Mike turned to Kaelum with a smile. "You've done me a great service. Is there anything I can offer in return?"

Without Anderson and the others, Mike might never have discovered the existence of the old man and his people.

Of course, with his abilities, he would have sensed something amiss eventually.

But their actions had undoubtedly saved him valuable time.

Returning favors was an integral part of Mike's moral compass.

Kaelum blushed slightly. "You've already bestowed so many buffs upon us. It wouldn't feel right to ask for anything more..."

"Alright then," Mike replied with a nod. "I'll be on my way."

Kaelum: ???

Bro! Bro Thor! It was just a figure of speech!

Kaelum quickly called out to Thor, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble... could I perhaps receive a Lone Wolf badge imprint?"

"No problem at all." Mike retrieved his Lone Wolf badge. "Where would you like it?"

Kaelum's first instinct was to say his face, but he still had to interact with other people, so that wouldn't do.

In the end, Mike helped him stamp the badge onto his staff.

Kaelum swore he would never clean this staff again!

Elena hesitated for a moment before voicing her request.

"I'd like to purchase a batch of S-grade ore. No need for a large quantity, just 500 pounds will

suffice."

She then added, "I'm willing to pay 30% above market value!"

Mike raised an eyebrow.

At that price, he might as well sell her the entire mine!

Just kidding, of course.

Even if he wanted to, Elena wouldn't be able to afford it.

It was no secret among the upper echelons of humanity that Thor possessed the Mysterious Mine, capable of producing high-quality ore.

As a mechanical element powerhouse, Elena had a constant need for such valuable resources.

"Consider it done. I'll have it delivered to you through the Mystic Market."

He then added, "There's no need for a markup. Market price will be just fine."

Finally, it was Anderson's turn. All eyes turned to him.

He had played a crucial role in intercepting Thor, not once, but twice.

Other challengers had to worry about the boss being too strong. When Thor challenged a floor, the boss had to worry about him being too strong!

Dracula took the slap without another word and followed Vladimir to scout the way.

With Cerberus's help, Mike quickly determined that the valley was safe.

Not only that, but at the entrance to the valley, he saw a familiar werewolf.

"Wind's Reach!"

Mike appeared at the valley entrance, landing gracefully.

"White Wolf King, it's been a while!"

The real White Wolf King, a terrifying sword scar etched across his chest, stood guard at the

valley entrance.

Earlier, when Vladimir and Dracula had approached, he had released his aura, trying to force

them to leave.

As they faced off, Thor descended from the sky.

[Congratulations, you've found the real White Wolf King!]

"You actually managed to subdue him..." The White Wolf King glanced at Vladimir, then

sheathed his claws and turned to Thor, speaking respectfully. "You have the eternal friendship of the werewolves."

"It was nothing," Mike said, waving his hand dismissively. "Dorian and the others are with

me. Would you like to see him?"

"There's no need." The White Wolf King shook his head. "He no longer follows the Wolf

Ancestor (Alpha). We have nothing to say to each other. On your land, werewolves will have freedom and dignity. That is enough."

Vladimir's lips twitched. Dignity under Thor?

Huh...

Come to think of it, apart from himself, everyone else seemed to be doing quite well?

Vladimir made the sad realization that under Thor, as long as you were useless, you wouldn't

be exploited!

The reason he was in such a sorry state was that he was too dedicated. Vladimir cursed himself inwardly, but in order to increase his strength, he had to follow Thor!

"I respect everyone's wishes." Mike looked at the White Wolf King, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "By the way... is the Wolf Alpha still alive?"

The Blood Ancestor had failed to reach level 1000 and disappeared.

The Elf Ancestor was also shrouded in mystery. Mike couldn't help but be curious about the legendary Wolf Alpha. "The werewolves are different from other races," the White Wolf King explained patiently.

"The Wolf Ancestor is a totem, a symbol, held by the most powerful being among us. Even if someone from another werewolf defeats the current Wolf Ancestor, they would become the new Alpha."

Mike nodded slowly as he listened to the White Wolf King's explanation.

So, the Wolf Alpha was always alive.

He just didn't know who the current one was or how strong they were.

Mike looked at the White Wolf King and asked, "Why are you guarding this valley? What's the

deal with that young White Wolf outside? What do you know about this floor?"

He had too many questions about the 30th floor's storyline.

The real White Wolf King was clearly a special NPC.

The question that concerned Mike the most was, what was the cycle on this floor?!

Without a cycle to break, he wouldn't be able to achieve an SSSSS rating, based on his previous

experiences. "That..." The White Wolf King hesitated for a moment, then relaxed, as if he had made a decision. "Future Supreme Being of the human race, please follow me."

The White Wolf King turned and led the way.

As Mike followed, he instructed, "Guard this entrance well. You're in charge of security."

Vladimir nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir!" Dracula snorted.

Guarding a door was a dog's job!

With that thought in mind, he turned his back to the entrance and paced back and forth,

clinging to his blood clan pride.

He wasn't guarding the entrance; he was taking a leisurely stroll.

And taking a leisurely stroll couldn't be considered guarding, could it?! Leaving his two blood clan bodyguards at the entrance, Mike followed the White Wolf King.

As they walked through the narrow valley passage, the White Wolf King explained, "After the

cycle of that day was broken, all my memories returned." "I remembered Morpheus, Ares, and... that man."

"I was supposed to go to the Temple of Truth. I felt like I was on the verge of a breakthrough,

but something was holding me back."

"In the end, I followed my instincts, hazy as they were, and ended up here."

Listening to the White Wolf King's words, Mike had a general idea of what he had been

through. Apollo was likely involved in the White Wolf King's presence on the 30th floor.

After a brief walk, they reached the end of the passage.

Mike's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Countless stone spikes jutted out from the valley floor, forming a natural death trap. Falling from above meant certain impalement. There was no chance of survival. And at the bottom of the valley, among the stone spikes, lay... countless White Wolf corpses.

A sea of bodies, stained crimson with blood, littered the valley floor.

As Mike stared at the gruesome scene, a prompt appeared before him.

[A total of 34,567 White Wolf King corpses detected].