Apollo, the former god of light, arts and prophecy, had spent his entire existence in immense power and splendor. But this era ended abruptly when Zeus, his father and ruler of Olympus, made a tough decision. Apollo was stripped of his divine powers and banished to the mortal world - a punishment for his arrogance and disobedience. No golden chariot, no lyre-shaped melodies, no luminous splendor accompanied him anymore. Instead, there was only a slight, ordinary young man named Lester Papadopoulos. But the biggest shock wasn't the name on the driver's license, but the body in which Apollo found himself. His once flawless, divine appearance had been replaced by an average, mortal image: pale skin dotted with scattered acne spots and a figure that, to his horror, had a few rolls of fat on his stomach. The perfect musculature that had once inspired hymns had given way to a body that passed for "normal" at best.

But deep in his heart the indomitable will of a God still burned. Apollo, now Lester, was determined to regain his father's favor and regain his divine form.

He lands right in a garbage container and groans in agony. With his driver's license in hand, confirming this new, sobering identity, Apollo felt the weight of his new existence. The name "Lester Papadopoulos" sounded like a mockery to his ears, a resounding reminder that he was no longer the shining god of Olympus, but a simple human being, vulnerable and insignificant. His former grace was little more than a distant memory.
Two guys unknown to him approach and grin mischievously. He tried to defeat them in battle, but Apollo overestimated his mortal shell.