The door opened.
Mike walked into the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, taking a seat in an empty chair.
To be honest, he had no idea what he was doing here.
Mike couldn't even see!
But even without sight, he could guess that, aside from Apollo and himself, there was probably a butterfly in the room.
The mont Mike stepped through the door, the sky above the Forest of Truth suddenly darkened.
It wasn't nightfall.
It was the countless butterflies rising into the air, blotting out the sun!
These butterflies gathered in the sky, forming long, black rivers that stretched upward, creating a staircase that climbed toward the Tower of Truth.
As the butterflies stirred, the entire world seed to shift. It was as if invisible gears had begun to turn, and an unseen hand was pushing everyone forward.
At the edge of the Forest of Truth, a faint figure stood silently, gazing at the black staircase.
In the Supre Abyssal, Shadow Nine and Calderon, who had been climbing a mountain, suddenly stopped. Both turned to look into the distance.
There, an unspeakable and terrifying will was slowly awakening.
Its awakening felt like the apocalypse itself. Even Calderon, who had faced countless horrors, was overwheld by an oppressive force that made his entire body tremble.
He shivered uncontrollably, caught between fear and excitent.
His voice quivered as he muttered, "So this... this is what he faced back then?"
If that was true...
The pressure Nathan had endured back then was unimaginable!
Just being able to stand on the battlefield against such a force was already a miracle.
Even Calderon, as he was now, could barely withstand the faint traces of this presence. If he were to face the fully awakened Supre Demon God, he'd probably collapse on the spot!
Shadow Nine's face darkened as he muttered grimly,
"Back then... I was scared too."
Being afraid of the Supre Demon God wasn't shaful.
Not at all.
While the two exchanged words, Ares appeared outside the Supre Abyssal.
He wasn't carrying a sword.
Looking at the awakening Supre Demon God, Ares yawned and casually asked, "Is my son here?"
The next mont, Maxen was brought to the edge of the Supre Abyssal.
Ares stared ahead, his eyes gradually filling with killing intent.
"Looks like I'll have to get serious this ti."
But let's set aside the situation in the Supre Abyssal for now.
The real spark that ignited everything was happening on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth.
And the only witness to it all-Mike-was blind.
Even if he wanted to see, he couldn't...
Mike couldn't see the butterflies flying into the room.
These butterflies circled Apollo once before refusing to rge with him.
Each butterfly carried power far beyond that of a Nine-Star Lord. They were fragnts of Apollo's strength, which he had deliberately stripped away.
The sheer number of butterflies was a testant to Apollo's terrifying power.
One by one, the butterflies rged into the black butterfly hovering in the air.
As the black butterfly grew stronger, Apollo grew weaker.
This process went on for a long ti.
During this ti, Mike cautiously whispered, "Third Bro, if there's a bug to exploit, exploit it. Shadow Nine taught that."
To be fair, Mike was a natural genius when it ca to exploiting bugs.
But Shadow Nine had been doing it longer.
And as Apollo's instructor, Shadow Nine had always been a good teacher in this regard.
Apollo nodded slightly but didn't respond to Mike.
More and more butterflies fused with the black butterfly, while Apollo's complexion grew rosier, and streaks of white appeared in his hair...
Mike could even hear Apollo's heartbeat!
And that was *not* a good sign.
It ant Apollo's power was plumting- he had already fallen to the level of a quasi- Supre, and he was still dropping!
Emotionally, Mike supported Apollo's decision.
But... this decision could very well doom the entire world.
Without the protection of Apollo, humanity's Supre Being, who would stop the Supre
Demon God once he erged?
And how many lives would it cost to stop him?
Ares? Shadow Nine? Calderon? Maxen?
Would it all fall to Thor in the end?
Ever since learning Morpheus's true identity, Mike had understood one thing:
To protect humanity, anyone could die.
Even Morpheus had fallen in battle...
Caught in this storm of emotions, Mike endured the most agonizing monts of his life.
He even prepared himself.
If the Supre Abyssal erupted into chaos, he'd have the Tower Spirit secure Apollo, head to
the ninety-fifth floor, take a bath, change his clothes, and march into the Supre Abyssal to
fight.
Ti passed slowly, and Apollo grew weaker and weaker.
Quasi-Supre... Nine-Star Lord... Chief... General...
Every butterfly in the Forest of Truth had entered the ninety-ninth floor.
A butterfly flew out from Apollo's robe and rged with the black butterfly in the air.
From this day forward, Apollo was Apollo, the Source of the World was the Source of the World, and the butterfly was the butterfly.
Apollo looked at the butterfly before him, nodded in satisfaction, and murmured,
"So it was dreaming of the butterfly."
In the Supre Abyssal, the mont Apollo resolved his inner conflict, countless waves of demonic energy surged. Every demon creature outside the Supre Abyssal instantly
perished!
Their bodies dissolved into pure demonic energy, which poured into the awakening, malevolent will, pushing its power to its peak!
On the snowy mountain, Shadow Nine and Calderon could barely remain standing, having exhausted all their strength. They were no match for this force.
Even if Shadow Nine reclaid *Dream Co True*, it wouldn't be enough against the
Supre Demon God.
The reason was simple.
The Supre Demon God had only ever wanted to kill four people:
Morpheus, Ares, Apollo, and Thor.
These were the only beings who posed a mortal threat to him.
No matter how strong Shadow Nine was, he couldn't deliver a fatal blow to the Supre
Demon God.
Outside the Supre Abyssal, Ares had changed into white robes, and Maxen was helping him
don heavy armor.
As Maxen worked, he muttered,
"Ares, is this really going to help?"
Ares scolded him, "How many tis do I have to tell you? Out here, call Godfather."
Maxen: ...
"Godfather, is this really going to help?"
Ares shook his head. "No."
"Then why are you wearing it?"
Ares thought for a mont and replied,
"So I'll look cooler when I die."
Maxen: ???
Godfather, is sothing wrong with you?
The fight hadn't even started, and you're already planning your death?
Looking at the awakening Supre Demon God in the distance, Ares exhaled slowly. The killing intent in his eyes was so intense it felt tangible.
After the final *Fate's Reversal*, Ares would die.
That was the price of fighting the Supre Demon God.
Even soone as gifted as Ares couldn't escape this fate.
In truth, the final *Fate's Reversal* was already an exploit of the system.
Exploiting a bug within a bug? Impossible.
"I know what the consequences of my actions are, but I have no regrets."
"Still..."
Ares glanced around and sighed.
Maxen, still clueless, couldn't understand why Ares was sighing.
Ares looked at Maxen with an expression full of disappointnt.
His godson wasn't very sharp today.
Maxen: ???
Finally, he understood. Ares was lanting the lack of soone to hype him up.
But Maxen, feeling utterly lost, threw up his hands and gave up.
"Godfather, just say what you want to say."
"Fine, I'll say it."
Ares looked at Maxen, then waved dismissively.
"I'm a swordsman. Haven't you noticed? I'm unard. I forgot to bring my weapon today, so
let's postpone the fight."
Maxen: ???
Back on the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, Apollo was weaker than ever.
To be precise, Apollo was now just an ordinary middle-aged man.
A butterfly hovered silently in the air.
Even without his power, Apollo's wisdom remained intact.
He could guess that the idiot in the Supre Abyssal was already stirring.
The Supre Demon God's plan was simple:
Finish off the heavily injured Ares, then find a way to kill Apollo, leaving the still-developing
Thor...
The Supre Demon God had waited three centuries for this opportunity. He wouldn't let it
slip away!
Apollo frowned slightly, annoyed.
Mike was about to say sothing, but Apollo raised a hand to stop him.
Apollo stared at the butterfly, and the butterfly stared back.
This butterfly was the Source of the World, wielding the peak power of humanity's Supre
Being, with an awakened SSS-level talent.
Even the Supre Demon God would hesitate to face it.
Watching the standoff, Mike's palms were sweaty. He had no idea how this would end.
[Reminder: You're blind, so technically, you can't see this.]
Mike: ...
One wrong move, and the world could end.
And you're cracking jokes? Really?
As Mike held his breath, Apollo's next words finally eased his tension.
Growing increasingly irritated, Apollo looked at the butterfly and said,
"Fuck off."
The butterfly moved.
It flew out of the ninety-ninth floor, drifting downward.
Mike didn't need to see to know where it was going.
The butterfly was probably heading to the Supre Abyssal to take a look at the Supre
Demon God.
The Supre Demon God wouldn't dare move.
For now, the crisis was averted.
Mike unclenched his fists, his palms slick with sweat.
He hadn't expected Apollo, now an ordinary man, to still be able to communicate with and
even command the butterfly.
If it was just Apollo's influence, that didn't quite add up.
Noticing Mike's confusion, Apollo casually explained,
"The butterfly is wondering whether it's a butterfly or a human."
Mike: ...
Good grief. This wasn't just exploiting bugs anymore.
This was an infinite loop!
The butterfly thought it might be Apollo.
And Apollo thought he might be the butterfly. Mike couldn't help but marvel.
Even bugs could be nested like this?
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