bookpower Chapter 626: Where did you come from?
Chapter 626: Where did you come from?
Chapter 626: Where did you come from?Mike was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
How could something so absurdly funny actually happen?
Three hundred years ago, the Tower Spirit had sought Apollo for a divination.
Based on Apollo's prediction, the Tower Spirit had unhesitatingly bet everything on the demon race.
It was the Tower Spirit's only chance.
But as events unfolded, things began to spiral into the ridiculous.
From the Tower Spirit's perspective, every choice it made was the most logical and correct
one.
And when it felt uncertain, it turned to the most reliable person it knew-Apollo.
But who could have predicted...
Apollo could be wrong!
With no better options, the Tower Spirit had no choice but to grit its teeth and stick to the plan.
And since Apollo had already anticipated this possibility, he naturally had a contingency plan in place.
Thus, over the next three hundred years, the Tower Spirit diligently crafted one SSS-level piece of equipment after another for humanity.
"So that's how it was."
Mike finally understood, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Fool Master's plight.
A sympathetic smile crept onto his face.
But then, a question arose in his mind:
Why had the white horse brought him here?
Before he could turn his gaze to the white horse, the River of Time accelerated.
The scene shifted and froze at a specific moment.
In the image, a white-haired swordsman was polishing a set of heavy armor, speaking to the air.
"Thor, by the time you see this recording, I should still be alive."
Mike was stunned.
He hadn't expected Ares to leave him a message in this way.
Ares continued,
"I've practiced swordsmanship since I was a child.
Throughout my life, I've encountered few worthy opponents.
I've slaughtered countless enemies, and I once thought the Supreme Demon God was the strongest foe I would ever face..."
Hearing this, Mike nodded slightly, agreeing with Ares's assessment.
Ares went on,
"But I didn't learn the sword to kill the Supreme Demon God."
Mike's expression grew serious.
He realized this wasn't going to be a simple message.
Ares continued,
"What created the Supreme Demon God?
What led to the current situation?
If we kill the Supreme Demon God, will another one simply take its place?
If our fate is to kill the Supreme Demon God, then who holds the fate to kill us?"
Ares posed question after question.
Mike remained silent, offering no answers.
He had, of course, pondered these questions himself.
But this was Ares's message, a monologue of sorts, not a conversation seeking Mike's input.
"First of all, this world has always had the Apocalypse," Ares said casually.
"The Apocalypse has existed for countless cycles.
This world has been destroyed and reborn time and time again.
To resist the Apocalypse, the Tower of Truth, the Great Whirlpool, the Abyss, and the Supreme Demon God were created..."
"Now, consider this possibility," Ares said, his tone sharpening.
"What if the Supreme Demon God's existence is this world's way of resisting the Apocalypse?"
Mike froze.
He hadn't considered it from that angle before.
"And opposite this world is the Heavenly Realm," Ares continued.
"The Heavenly Realm is paradise, the embodiment of all that is good.
It is an eternal, unshakable kingdom, a never-sinking ark..."
"But don't you think the Heavenly Realm is too perfect?"
Ares posed another question.
"Truth came from the Heavenly Realm.
Apollo came from the Heavenly Realm.
The Truth Source is also from the Heavenly Realm..."
The Apocalypse exists in this world but not in the Heavenly Realm.
Why did Truth appear in this world?
And why does it so desperately want to return to the Heavenly Realm?
Was the Supreme Demon God's creation a coincidence, or was it inevitable?
Ares was certain of one thing:
The Supreme Demon God might be the strongest enemy, but it was not the most troublesome
one.
"No matter what, the problem doesn't lie in this world.
The problem lies in the Heavenly Realm," Ares said firmly.
He had spent years thinking and
Mike's eyes lit up.
It was as if he had stumbled upon a crucial piece of the puzzle.
If the Supreme Demon God was this world's rebellion against the Heavenly Realm,
And if this world was willing to self-destruct to drag the Heavenly Realm down with it...
Then what about the Heavenly Realm?
Faced with this world's suicidal defiance, how would the Heavenly Realm respond?
Mike immediately realized that Ares's existence might be a gift from the Heavenly Realm!
Yes, the Heavenly Realm.
To survive, the Heavenly Realm had to act. Between humanity and the demon race, the Heavenly Realm had no choice.
Humanity's second Supreme Being, Ares-his fate might have been scripted by the Heavenly
Realm.
Humanity's third Supreme Being, Apollo...
He had been influenced by the Heavenly Realm's world source his entire life.
It was as if the Heavenly Realm itself had stepped into the game.
Seen in this light, Ares's theory wasn't baseless.
It was logical and well-supported.
The only thing the Heavenly Realm's world consciousness might not have anticipated was
this:
Humanity's Supreme Beings were too strong.
So strong that no one could control Ares's fate.
Mike couldn't help but ask,
"What about Morpheus?"
To his surprise, the historical scene actually responded.
Ares answered naturally,
"Morpheus was an accident-an uncalculated anomaly."
Ares's expression darkened slightly as he added,
"Even Morpheus's death... was strange.
But don't worry about that for now.
You have more important things to focus on."
Mike's eyes lit up. Finally, they were getting to the point!
Ares had gone to great lengths to leave this message in the River of Time.
It couldn't be for something trivial.
Mike held his breath, waiting for what came next.
"The first thing you need to figure out..."
Ares's gaze pierced through the River of Time, locking onto Mike.
"Where did you come from?"