The feud between the Heavenly Realm and this world was nearing its conclusion.
From this moment on, Mike had a choice:
He could return and take up the mantle of humanity's Supreme Being, or he could stay on Earth and become its only god.
Mike stood in silence for an unknown amount of time.
Finally, the white dog, trembling slightly, asked cautiously,
"Master… are we… going back?"
Just moments ago, something had changed.
An unfeeling force seemed to sever the connection between Mike and the white dog.
Since Mike had awakened his SSS-level talent, nothing like this had ever happened before.
The white dog was panicking.
"Back?"
Mike's lips curled into a faint smile, but he didn't answer the question.
He strolled through the River of Time, his figure occasionally flickering between clarity and obscurity.
In an instant, he reviewed all eighteen years of his life.