Rogue Villain-Chapter 216: Dreams

Surprisingly enough, the announcer didn’t throw out another trick. He tossed a round stone plate half the size of Ackster’s palm at him. A symbol of the sun covered one side while the other was completely smooth. There was also a hole at the top, where a grey string matching the Token’s color looped through, turning the Token into a necklace.

Ackster dropped the Token on the ground and raised his trident before bringing it down with all his might on the Token. A bang and a crack rang out like another lightning strike.

But when Ackster looked down, it wasn’t the Token that had cracked. It was the ground below it. The Sun God Token didn’t even have a scratch on it.

"I guess it’s not a fake. Why didn’t you want to hand it over?"

Ackster picked up the Token and hung it around his neck. He didn’t have another way of transporting things now that Bo had sealed access to his inventory. Leaving it out would also let it absorb the power of the sun.

Ackster turned his gaze to the announcer after admiring the cool stone Token around his neck. He was satisfied with what he had achieved. The announcer, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown. He clutched his head and scratched his scalp, and his eyes were bloodshot and darting around the place. It didn’t even seem like he cared about his broken legs anymore.

The announcer also muttered something in a frenzy, but it was too frantic and crazed for Ackster to make anything out besides the fact that he seemed scared.

"Give it back! Give it back! If you do it right now, maybe it’s not too late...Yes! Maybe—No! It’s too late! Please kill me! Now! Kill me! I don’t want to die!"

’What the fuck...?’

Ackster looked at the Token.

’Is it cursed?’

Ackster held back the crazed announcer with the tip of his trident as he tried to get a grasp of things. He didn’t want to kill or leave the announcer without knowing what had caused his breakdown.

He barely had to touch him before the announcer shrank back and began touching his body all over in a panic, feeling for something wrong.

"Oh, gods! Is it happening already? I can feel it happening! Please stop this! I didn’t have a choice! N-NO! NONONO!"

Ackster took a step back as the announcer showed off his impressive vocal cords.

’Maybe I should just put him out of his misery...’

Ackster raised his trident and was about to call down a lightning bolt from the remaining storm clouds to smite the announcer. He didn’t want to touch the guy unless absolutely necessary.

’I can’t see anything happening, though. And I’m curious about why this happened and what it has to do with the Sun God Token.’

If he could confirm it was unrelated to the Sun God Token currently resting against his chin, Ackster would leave at once. But since it seemed the announcer had gone crazy due to the Sun God Token or something related to it, Ackster didn’t feel safe doing that.

"Calm down. Nothing’s happening to you."

For now, Ackster tried to communicate with the announcer. Maybe he was just in exaggerated shock after the pain and blood loss from the damage to his legs.

’Whoops.’

The announcer turned to Ackster and gave him an intense stare.

"You mean it?!"

Ackster hesitantly nodded.

"You’re the same as before you handed over the Token."

"Really?!"

"Yea—"

"Yes! That means there’s still time! Quick, kill me!"

"Only if you explain what’s going on."

"We don’t have time! You have to hurry! Before it begins!"

"As I said. Before what begins!"

"Argh! No! You have to kill me before it’s too late!"

"If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I won’t kill you at all."

"Grr!"

Seeing the announcer growl at him, Ackster wasn’t optimistic about the conversation’s development. Fortunately, it seemed like the announcer couldn’t or didn’t have the mental capacity to kill himself, so he blurted out the explanation for his actions as quickly as possible.

’Dreams?’

Ackster was pretty sure he understood the announcer despite the spittle, froth, and hurry. But that didn’t mean he believed him.

The announcer going crazy over a series of dreams as soon as the Sun God Token ended up in his hands didn’t make sense, nor did the fact that the announcer was supposed to hold onto the Token until the right time. He was apparently supposed to know when the right time came through another dream.

The incentive for the announcer’s obedience was success in his endeavors and the threat of a foreign energy filling his body past the bursting point and exploding him before healing him and repeating the process. The dreams that had shown him the stick of the deal had also made it seem like he would be immortal.

The announcer wouldn’t die, no matter what weapons or tools used. Whoever killed him would only put him down temporarily before he resurrected in a fit of pain. He would also live to see generations of his loved ones die. All his friends, current and future, would grow old and leave him behind, forever young.

The dreams, or maybe the announcer’s interpretation of them, were a little messy. But that didn’t matter. They had succeeded in making the announcer scared to death of what would happen should he give up the Sun God Token.

"So you’re scared of immortality? And you’re convinced you’re going to become immortal?"

Ackster let out a deep sigh, unable to discern whether the madman was lying or not. In the end, he couldn’t tell what would happen to him if he continued carrying the Sun God Token, either.

Ackster realized once the storm clouds began to scatter that he should also make himself scarce. The only question was whether he should bring the announcer with him to verify his fears or kill him and potentially let him resurrect in the future.

Since he had already created a spectacle, it shouldn’t matter to Ackster even if the announcer came back in the future. But that kind of naive thinking was what had led to the Blood Moon disaster.