Chapter 510: I never thought that when we met again, you’d be in this form

Chapter 510: I never thought that when we met again, you’d be in this form



The pig ate it?

Mike fell silent for a moment before asking again, "Can it... spit it out?"

Foreskin: ???

The pig had eaten the Lucky Clover at least three hundred years ago! Any normal person hearing this story would probably just sigh at the waste and maybe think about how to squeeze more value out of the pig.

But Thor? His first thought was, Can it spit it out?

After some careful consideration, Foreskin gave a cautious answer, "Uh... we've never tried that."

If it were any other pig, it would have been severely punished for eating the Lucky Clover. But this pig was Morpheus's pet! Who would dare mess with it?

Those without enough power couldn't even beat the pig. And those with enough power knew the backstory and had no interest in the pig.

And so, the pig had lived happily on the thirty-eighth floor for three hundred years.

Until... Thor showed up.

"Fourth Bro, let me tell you a secret. The pig and Morpheus aren't even that close!" Foreskin's tone shifted, almost as if he were encouraging Mike. "As long as you don't kill it, you can do whatever you want with her!"

At first, Mike found this suggestion quite appealing. But after thinking it over, something felt off.

*Why do I sound like a butcher?*

"Oh, by the way, why was Piggy left on this floor?" Now that he had a better understanding of Piggy's background, Mike asked another question. He had to consider the consequences. If Morpheus had left Piggy here for a reason, and Mike accidentally messed things up, that wouldn't be good.

"This, I actually know," Foreskin explained. "Piggy didn't dare go near the fortieth floor. She said a powerful enemy was hunting her, and she's got some trauma from it."

Well, that's no problem then!

Mike had been running rampant in the Tower of Truth and had never encountered any so- called "powerful enemies." How strong could they be? Let them come and face his lightning!

Now that he was sure there were no hidden dangers, Mike's thoughts grew bolder.

After ending the call, Mike turned to the two vampires in his private space and asked bluntly, "Alright, tell me, what are you going to offer me in return for helping me catch Piggy on the thirty-eighth floor?"

Bilbo, who happened to be passing by, heard his boss's words and didn't even flinch. *Working for Thor and still having to pay him?* What a world!

Dracula, on the other hand, was still struggling to adapt. As a proud prince of the blood clan, how could he be so passive, like a lamb waiting for slaughter?

Vladimir, however, was already prepared. He quickly named his price, "I've mastered an ancient blood clan rune formation called [Eclipse]. It's my own creation, not recorded in any blood clan texts. When inscribed on equipment, it enhances the efficiency of blood essence usage, increasing life steal and health..."

Dracula: ???

*Dude, you're a vampire. Why are you researching something like [Eclipse]?*

The development and research of blood clan rune formations were not things that could be done overnight. In other words, Vladimir had been a traitor since ancient times! *This backstabber!*

"Enough talk, show me the goods," Mike said, not wasting any time. He wasn't going to be swayed by Vladimir's grand claims. The real value of the formation would be determined by the Mystic Market.

Right in front of Vladimir, Mike sent the entire formation to Foreskin for evaluation.

Soon, Foreskin gave his assessment.

"This formation is quite valuable, but it's only usable by Duke-level vampires with significant experience."

After giving a fair evaluation of [Eclipse], Foreskin presented two options to Thor.

"1. The Mystic Market can buy the [Eclipse] formation outright for 300,000 Lord merits. You'll also get 50% of the profits from each piece of equipment sold with the [Eclipse] rune."

*300,000 Lord merits?!*

Vladimir's breath caught. He hadn't expected his formation to be worth so much!

Foreskin continued, "2. You can keep the [Eclipse] formation, and the Mystic Market will place orders with you to inscribe the rune on equipment. The profit per piece of Lord equipment would range from 3,000 to 50,000 Lord merits."

Oh no.

The moment Vladimir saw the message, he slapped his forehead. He knew his master too well. Thor loved making money.

Bilbo quickly did the math. "The cost would be around 500,000 Lord merits. You'd break even in two months. To surpass the profits of option one, it would take four months."

"Man, you've got it wrong," Vladimir said, wiping away a tear and patting Bilbo on the shoulder. "Try calculating it again, assuming each vampire Duke works 24 hours a day."

"That's not possible..." Bilbo muttered. "Vampires are lazy. Even if you whip them with a soul whip, they won't work 24 hours a day. At most, they'll work 18 hours, and they'll probably die or go insane from exhaustion..."

Vladimir: ???

What the hell have you been doing before? You know way too much about this!

Dracula decided to push back. He needed to show his true colors. "With me in charge, they'll work 24 hours a day," he said coldly. "For the rise of the blood clan, we're willing to pay any price."

Bilbo recalculated. "One month to break even, two months to start making a profit!"

**Tower of Truth, Thirty-Eighth Floor.**

The entire floor was shrouded in black mist, severely limiting visibility. But for Mike, the mist

had no effect.

The moment Mike appeared, he kept his promise and summoned Dracula and Vladimir from

his private space.

The two vampires, following Thor's instructions, released blood-red bats to scout through

the mist.

...

Deep within the thirty-eighth floor, on a small hill where the black mist was especially thick,

there was even a pool of black water on the ground.

But in the middle of the mist, there was a small area untouched by the darkness.

On this patch of grass lay a lively little pig. "What's so bad about being a pig?" The golden pig, shining all over, lay on the grass,

munching on snacks, and lazily said, "Look at me. I'm golden and chubby, healthy as can be. I eat well, sleep well, and don't let anything bother me."

From within the mist, a voice filled with complex emotions responded, "I never thought that

when we met again, you'd be in this form..."

"What can I do? I've been through despair, but I've come to terms with it. Vampires, pigs, it's

all just appearances. What matters is what's inside. Do you understand that?" The golden pig tore open a bag of chips and stuffed them into her mouth.

Morpheus's former pet, the humans had treated her well, with an endless supply of snacks. After finishing the chips, the golden pig opened a can of Coke and said leisurely, "I've thought

it over. Maybe my true self is a pig, and that's why I ended up like this."

The mist remained silent.

After talking about herself, the golden pig looked at the mist and curiously asked, "By the

way, weren't you locked up in the abyss? How did you get out?"

The mist was silent for a moment before slowly replying, "I now serve... that being."

"I've let go of it all. Immortality, Supreme power, it's all meaningless. My sister was so strong back then, the number one Blood Ancestor below the Supreme. Even Dracula had to

bow and scrape in front of her. And what happened? She failed to break through and ended up with nothing."

The golden pig shook her head, a bit melancholic. "Being a pig is the only way forward for

modern vampires!"

Clearly, her time as a pig had given her a lot to reflect on. She had fully accepted her identity as

a pig and was now just coasting through life.

Just as the mist was about to say something else, a spatial ripple came from the distance. It

seemed someone had entered the thirty-eighth floor.

Before the mist could react, the golden pig suddenly stood up and began digging at the

ground with her front hooves, trying to find a hole to hide in.

"Dracula's here!"

The golden pig trembled all over. "He's here to kill me! I knew it! He's come down from the

fortieth floor to kill me!"

Piggy quickly realized that running wouldn't solve the problem.

"Quick, lift the restrictions on this place! Let me call for help!"

"Call for help?" The mist was confused. *Why would she need help? Dracula isn't even that

strong right now.*

But the mist still followed Piggy's instructions and relayed her message.

A few seconds later, the ears of every nine-star Lord in the human race rang with a desperate

cry.

"Help!"

"Someone's trying to kill a pig!"