Just call me Thor

Immediate execution.
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As soon as Shadow Three finished speaking, Shadow Two brought out an electric chair, a gallows, and all sorts of other execution tools.

There were a thousand ways to die, there was always one that would fit.

The two Chiefs, trapped in the bone cage, trembled, completely clueless about the situation.

They still didn't know what had happened!

What was so special about Mike?

Was it just because he was close to Ace?

No!

Both of them denied this possibility in their hearts. The two big shots from the Guardian Shadow were both respectful to Mike.

Then there was only one possibility, Mike himself was a big shot within the Guardian Shadow!

They had been played...

No, or rather, this trap was meant to catch bigger fish, and they, these small fry, had stumbled in by accident.

A name surfaced in their minds, bringing them endless fear.

Thor!

The most powerful man in the Guardian Shadow, according to rumors!

Was Mike actually Thor?

This secret was destined to die with them.

Mike squatted down and looked at the two of them, unable to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"Let's investigate."

With Mike's permission, a black shadow eagerly surged forward, enveloping the two and beginning to rummage through their memories.

After a few breaths, a sissy voice rang out. Bad Man said cheerfully, "They were once captured by the demon race in the abyss, and former demon cult followers came forward and betrayed humanity..."

According to Shadow Two's description, these two had once had principles and beliefs.

It was human nature to fail to hold on in the face of life and death trials.

These two had leverage in the hands of the demon god, but they didn't directly contact the demon god. Instead, they communicated with former demon cult members through a single line.

This way, they wouldn't have any traces of the demon god on themselves.

There was a specific term for this kind of person - mole.

Unlike demon cult members, moles were the most troublesome!

If it weren't for the item related to the demon god they were carrying, even Mike wouldn't have been able to see through their undercover identities.

After listening to Shadow Two's conclusion, Mike thought for a moment and said, "Erase that memory."

Shadow Two didn't hesitate and acted immediately.

When dealing with people who colluded with the demon cult, Shadow Two always struck hard!

Soon, Bad Man said proudly, "The memories of the past three days have been erased."

Shadow Three frowned slightly. "Didn't you hear Fourth Bro say 'that memory'? Seal the memories of the past half month."

Mike shook his head. "Too short, make it the past three years, just to be safe."

With that, Bad Man sealed the memories of the past three years for the two Chiefs.

"We can hand them over to the city defense department now. There's something on them..."

Mike instructed Bad Woman to step forward and retrieve an item related to the demon god.

"What's this?"

Everyone's eyes fell on a black sphere. From the moment it appeared in the bone space, the bones began to vibrate and tremble slightly.

"The Fifth Demon God..."

Everyone arrived at the same answer.

Who else could be so bold as to meddle in their affairs and extend their reach so far, except for the fearless Fifth Demon God?

The sensible demon gods had already disbanded the demon cult, leaving only individuals like moles.

To be honest, in the early stages of the Blood War between the two races, the demon cult had been quite useful.

After all, at that time, many people within the human race advocated surrender.

Spineless cowards and surrenderers never went extinct in any era.

But as time passed, the human race gradually gained the upper hand on the battlefield, and the demon cult was gradually marginalized, becoming an extremely insignificant existence.

The demon cult of today was no longer what it used to be.

If ten high-ranking demon cult members held a meeting, eight of them might be human spies.

What was the point of such a demon cult existing?

The Fourth Demon God, in a way, had fallen victim to the Fourth Demon Cult Leader's schemes!

The demon gods weren't idiots either.

If an organized demon cult couldn't work, then decentralize!

Moles became their best choice.

The two moles in front of Mike, if they had acted at a critical moment, could have caused significant damage to the human race!

Shadow Three took the initiative to ask, "Fourth Bro, Shadow Nine used to store the Fifth Demon God's things in the Guardian Shadow's warehouse."

Mike glanced at Shadow Three, feeling like there was something behind his words.

Without thinking too much, Mike nodded and said, "Then do it the old-fashioned way, send it to Shadow Four and store it in the warehouse."

"Understood."

The bone space receded, and Shadow Two took the two instructors away first. Mike returned to the classroom as if nothing had happened.

This little episode didn't affect Mike's daily routine.

He continued attending classes as if nothing had happened, waiting for the Tower of Truth to open.

...

"Dong—"

The bell rang, midnight had arrived.

Countless people entered the Tower of Truth at this moment.

Mike appeared in the Core City of Truth and quickly found Ace at their agreed meeting point.

Mike got straight to the point and asked, "Ace, where do we find Afterskin?"

Tonight's 29th floor was a three-person journey, none of them could be missing.

Mike had to carry Afterskin through the 29th floor.

Otherwise, the Guardian Shadow would have one more follower of the God of Poverty, which was absolutely unacceptable to Mike!

"I don't know either."

Ace shook his head.

"Look for beggar on the street, if you find one, that's Afterskin."

Beggar?

Mike looked towards the roadside and quickly found his target.

A ragged, scruffy man with unkempt hair was huddled in a corner, a broken fan tucked into his waist.

The man wasn't bad-looking. If he cleaned himself up, he would definitely be considered handsome.

He had a broken bowl in front of him, looking like an unemployed webnovel author.

Truly worthy of being a follower of the God of Poverty, the God of Sickness, and the God of Misfortune!

This was professional.

Mike raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He's Afterskin?"

Ace nodded. "Yes, he's the only one in the entire Core City of Truth who's allowed to beg."

After thinking for a moment, Ace added, "Officially sanctioned begging, a special kind of business."

Noticing their arrival, Afterskin looked up and said weakly, "Please, kind sirs, spare a bite to eat. I haven't eaten in seventy years."

"Okay."

Mike nodded, summoned Vladimir from his private space, snatched half a chicken leg from Vladimir's hand, and put it in Afterskin's bowl.

Mike said seriously, "After you eat this chicken leg, you're coming with me."