Sensing the aura emanating from the Black man, Michael's expression immediately darkened.
"Crawling Chaos?!"
"YES!" The Black man snapped his fingers, spread his arms, and grinned warmly. "But here, I hope you'll call me Doctor Nyarlathotep."
Michael had no intention of exchanging nonsense with Chaos. He gripped the Golden Holy Sword with both hands, and surging divine power instantly flooded the room. The next moment, a dazzling sword beam burst wildly through the room's doors and windows!
Boom—!!
A figure in a white lab coat drifted down into the courtyard like a kite. He smiled as he watched the golden figure slowly emerge, utterly unscathed.
Michael emerged from the room with the greatsword in hand. His gaze swept across the surroundings, confusion appearing in his eyes.
"What... is this place?"
He had just released such an enormous amount of divine power in one burst, yet the room had not suffered the slightest damage. The spotless corridor gleamed faintly beneath the sunlight. He turned back and saw a mysterious plaque above the room.
And on that plaque was the shape of six wings.
"Welcome to the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods." Chaos leisurely spread his hands in the courtyard. "And you are my first patient, Archangel Michael."
At the same time, a virtual panel popped up above Michael's head, though he himself remained completely unaware.
Ward One. Patient: Michael Mission: Help Michael treat his mental illness. When Treatment Progress reaches the specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), a portion of Michael's abilities may be randomly drawn. Current Treatment Progress: 100% (No treatment required)
The instant Chaos saw the panel, his brows rose.
"No treatment required... It seems your mind is quite healthy?"
"But that doesn't matter. Being mentally healthy now doesn't mean you'll stay that way... After all, what I