Tower of Truth, Ninety-Ninth Floor.
Mike lay on the ground, yawning, feeling a bit drowsy.
For some time now, a butterfly had been perched on his shoulder.
Between SSS-level talents, there was always a natural attraction.
The butterfly, as the embodiment of [The Heart of Omnipotence], fused with the world source of the Heavenly Realm, was a being whose rank and power rivaled that of a Supreme Being.
And thanks to Apollo, the butterfly had a favorable impression of humanity.
Within its capabilities, it would occasionally lend humanity a helping hand.
Mike closed his eyes and dozed off for a while.
He was soon awakened by the sound of barking.
Opening his eyes, he saw a white horse bullying the white dog.
The white dog, having fewer awakenings under its belt, was no match for the white horse and could only bark helplessly.
Seeing Mike awake, the white horse snorted and nodded twice.
