Just call me Thor

Chapter 617: You have a Mystic Market to sign for



"You actually moved an entire mountain?!"

Fool Master stared at the snowy mountain in front of her, momentarily at a loss for words.

But she quickly realized something was off.

"Wait! This must've been Apollo's doing, right?!"

She circled the mountain, inspecting it carefully.

The more she looked, the more certain she became-this was Apollo's handiwork.

"Fool, I've got a question for you," Mike said casually, sitting comfortably atop the snowy mountain.

He felt completely at ease, as if the mountain itself was rejuvenating him.

"Why do I feel so much lighter after my talent materialized?"

Fool Master shot him a cold glance, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Are you really this dense, or are you just pretending?"

Mike ignored her sarcasm, adopting a posture of attentive listening.

It wasn't worth getting worked up over, and Fool Master, despite her sharp tongue, patiently explained:

"Do you even understand what a Truth Source fragment is?

When the Nine Races agreed to build the Tower of Truth, do you know what [Truth] promised them as payment?"

Mike actually did know this one.

Truth had promised that, upon completion, the Nine Races would share the Truth Source.

As for how much each race got... that was beyond Mike's knowledge.

"I know! I know!"

Lilith, the golden pig, waddled over, sniffing the air as she spoke.

"My sister said she got two fragments of the Truth Source back then!"

Two fragments.

That was enough for the Blood Ancestor to bet the entire Blood Clan on the Tower of Truth.

The value of a Truth Source fragment was unimaginable.