Rogue Villain-Chapter 417: Sleeping Like The Dead

"...The Creator."

The clay figure nodded at Ackster’s guess.

"I’ve been known by that name."

"I hear I have you to thank for saving my life."

"I did bring you here after your battle, but most of the credit goes to you. And it is thanks to you that I am somewhat alive again."

"How so?"

"This body is the clay golem you defeated in the trial of gatekeepers. Honestly, it’s a coincidence. But the golem found the remnant of my soul powering the Alchemaze, which would have dissipated after fixing the barrier or run out of power after a while. It took longer than I expected."

"I see."

The Creator nodded at Ackster’s succinct answer. He could tell that Ackster was tired and not all that interested, which was understandable but, at the same time, disappointing. He was the Creator, after all. Didn’t Ackster want to know more about, well, everything?

"You’re tired, so I’ll cut to the chase. I’m sure you’ve noticed something different about yourself since you woke up."

"No kidding."

"Right. Cutting to the chase."

"I used the trace you left of yourself when you stole the Core’s flame, the Core’s flame inside your Smelting Furnace, and the world power in your Ichor to connect you to the world. Without getting all too technical, I fortified your life by binding it to Millmeria, and I saved Millmeria from destruction by binding the world’s fate to you."

"..."

"I hope that makes sense."

Ackster slowly nodded.

"I’m not sure it makes sense, but I understand what you mean. So that’s why the world didn’t return to the state of destruction it had in the original timeline."

"Exactly."

"It’s also why I feel omnipotent on Millmeria."

"That should be the case. But it’s also because you’re strong enough to wield the strength of the world as your own. Otherwise, you would have been, well, crippled and bedridden for the rest of time. Or until Millmeria dies for some other reason."

"Good thing I’m strong, then."

"Indeed."

"Well, thanks for telling me. I’m going to sleep now." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Right. Thanks for listening to me."

The Creator was a little wondrous at how Ackster was so unbothered by such a revelation. But it wasn’t entirely impossible that he had already figured it out on his own. After all, omnipotence and omniscience weren’t far apart. Ackster was also very capable before he became the resident god of Millmeria. He hadn’t come this far through sheer luck. He had determination, strength, and wit.

Ackster wasn’t necessarily the smartest person the Creator had met, even if he didn’t count himself. But he saw through the essence of things quite quickly and didn’t shy away from the truth. Those were invaluable skills.

However, the Creator had a feeling that those skills were going to join Ackster in a slumber for quite some time now that the world was safe. The Creator had gained an understanding of what kind of person Ackster was during his journey to save the world.

The only reason that could explain his current listlessness and unbothered attitude, aside from his injuries and accumulated fatigue, was that he was done. He didn’t have a reason to fight like the world depended on him anymore. And thus, he wouldn’t.

’You’ve earned it. Rest well.’

The Creator closed his eyes and bowed so that his forehead, palms, and knees touched the ground. There was nothing but the utmost respect, admiration, and worship in the Creator’s heart for Ackster and what he had done. There was also the fact that Ackster was a true god and had risen to that position all by his own efforts. He was nothing like the fakes in the Celestial Realm or the Observer, who had been born with their strengths and inflated egos.

Ackster slept like the dead to make up for the fact that he had once again come back from them, unaware of the Creator’s bow. While sleeping, his body and skills processed his injuries and gains from the final battle and the skirmish against the gods from the Celestial Realm.

But Ackster himself didn’t care much for his gains. As long as he could recover and start enjoying his retirement life, he was more than happy. That was why he slept until the injuries to his soul, existence, core, and body had vanished. He still had a scar that looked like a tiny star in the center of his chest, right where his core was. It was the only scar he had. And it would most likely be the only scar he ever got.

Ackster didn’t mind it. He knew he had healed completely. And it was nice to have something to show for all his hard work aside from his overwhelming strength.

Ackster yawned to get rid of the lingering drowsiness when he woke up and created sweatpants and a nice big tee for him to wear before stretching his senses until he found his party members and Mio.

The Creator had left the Core and was nowhere to be seen.

But based on the activity in the world, Ackster could tell that he hadn’t been idle during the years Ackster slept like a baby.

Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes, the civilization of Millmeria started soaring after facing almost complete annihilation, and it was in no small part to the greatest architect, engineer, mechanic, alchemist, magician, tinkerer, carpenter, and handyman Millmeria had ever seen. The Creator had put in a lot of work and continued to do so with no rest. After all, his current body was that of a golem. As long as he had mana, he could go on forever.

No one appreciated that fact more than the Creator. His endless creativity and desire for creation were no longer hemmed by his mortal body. The Creator built buildings and cities. He founded schools and academies. He wrote books and dissertations. He made blueprints and formulas.

With each day that passed, the Creator spread his knowledge and advanced all areas of Millmeria’s civilizations at a rapid pace.

Ackster’s party helped him disseminate the knowledge all over the world. After all, the greater the power of the world’s people, the less work Ackster would have to do in the future, even if outside forces attacked Millmeria.

However, a mere few years weren’t enough to raise Millmeria’s forces until they could fight against the Celestial Realm. Since that was the only pressing matter that could affect the world’s inhabitants, Ackster decided to see if the Celestial Realm had made any moves while he slept.

He teleported to Wilma and Mio.