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Just call me Thor

The abyss has breached the real world, placing humanity in grave peril as the shadow of death looms over every individual. Only the Supreme Being can lead humanity to ultimate victory. For too long, humanity has awaited the arrival of the fourth Supreme Being! To become a Supreme Being, one must possess the highest level of talent. An "SSS-tier" talent, representing the pinnacle of power, is capable of advancing an entire era. Finally, a hundred years later, a young man named Mike awakened to an SSS-tier talent called the "Eyes of Truth." These eyes can reveal hidden information and entries of anything, while also providing some bizarre hints. With the help of his SSS-tier talent, Mike, adopting the alias Thor in the Tower of Truth, continued to create miracles for humanity. As a newly risen Supreme Being, Mike had to conceal his identity before he fully matured. Thus, everyone considered him just an ordinary student, and no one knew that Mike was the legendary Thor. It wasn't until many years later, after humanity had defeated the invaders and restored order, that Mike could finally proudly say to those around him, "Just call me Thor."

RedBull · 都市
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636 Chs

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The chicken leg was placed in front of him, and Afterskin didn't complain. He devoured it in a few bites, not even sparing the bone.

"Burp—"

Afterskin leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, and stretched.

"A little bland."

Afterskin looked at Vladimir behind Mike and said with sincere blessings, "I hope you get diabetes."

Vladimir: ???

Vladimir's work schedule was very tight these days.

During the day, he was responsible for staying by Little Nine's side, serving as a playmate, pillow, blanket, remote control, piggy bank...

At night, when Thor was exploring the Tower of Truth, Shadow Three would take care of Little Nine, and Vladimir would return to the private space, always ready for his master's summons.

In other words, Vladimir was now working two jobs.

As a reward, Thor generously offered to double his base salary.

Vladimir excitedly ran to ask Dorian, the werewolf who handled payroll, only to be told: