The black-robed skeleton man who was holding a black scythe let out a cold laugh.
"I didn't expect that there would be an adventurer who could recognize me. That's right, I am the god of death!"
After hearing this answer, Mike raised his staff and directly shot a small fireball at the god of death.
The fireball exploded on the spot, but it did not pose any threat to Death God.
Death God laughed sinisterly again,
"Hehehe, what you see is just a projection. The real me is in the Underworld."
Mike nodded slightly to show that he understood. Then, he asked,
"So, why did you suddenly come and look for me? What about the challenge on the 100th floor?"
Death God laughed sinisterly and answered,
"Since I'm here, I naturally have a reason.
"In fact, the person I'm looking for isn't you, but someone who can reach the 100th floor.
"Because I have something for you to do, hehehe."