"Don't die."
That was Apollo's one and only request for Mike.
"Don't worry!" Mike patted his chest confidently. "I can't guarantee much, but staying alive? I can definitely handle that!"
The butterfly nodded, flapping its wings as it prepared to leave. Before it flew off, it left Mike with one final message:
"The Supreme Demon God won't make a move against you."
Hearing this, Mike felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold wind had swept across the back of his neck.
Suddenly, everything clicked. Mike now understood why Apollo had gone out of his way to find him.
When Apollo needed to seriously contemplate something, he would enter a state similar to seclusion. This had happened many times over the past century, and it was never a big deal. Apollo didn't usually involve himself in worldly affairs, so whether he was around or not, wars were still fought, and parties were still held. Even the demons of the Abyss wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke a Supreme Being.
