Chapitre 455: The heart of omnipotence

*Knock, knock, knock*

Mike knocked dutifully three times.

The door opened again.

This time, Mike didn't hesitate. He stepped into the ninety-ninth floor.

He didn't bother looking around. His gaze focused on the figure before him.

A middle-aged man, Apollo, in his familiar, unremarkable form.

A face so ordinary it was impossible to remember. The moment you looked away, you couldn't recall a single detail.

As for his attire… every time Mike had seen him, he had been wearing a white robe.

But this time, as Mike's gaze fell upon the robe, his pupils constricted, his eyes widening in shock.

He saw a faint pattern on the robe, resembling a butterfly with outstretched wings!

Mike wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Few people were privy to the secrets of the Supreme Being, Apollo.

Everything related to him was classified information.