*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.
