Rogue Villain-Chapter 392: Wrong

Ackster understood that the being in front of him was the one responsible for everything. In the original story—No. The being had rewound time when Millmeria ended at the hands of the Voice. The being reset Millmeria to a time ten years before. When he did that, he also made a...—Ackster wasn’t even sure what he was, but the being created him and stuffed him inside the previous Ackster Phileam’s body.

Ackster had no idea what happened to the original inhabitant of his previous body. But that didn’t matter now.

What mattered was that the being had done all that for a stupid play. It had made an actor and added them to the cast to change the ending of a story it liked but wanted to change. The cosmic being had altered reality on a worldwide scale to suit its fancy and give itself an ending it liked.

And when the cosmic being had seen an ending it could be satisfied with, it was going to just close the curtains and forget the world ever existed. What remained in the being’s mind would be the story of a young boy who transmigrated into a dire situation with an even more dire future.

But there was something the being was wrong about.

Ackster hadn’t transmigrated with the wishes to experience a great life, whatever that was.

When he transmigrated, all he wanted was to secure his future. He wanted to live more than ten years, and he wanted to live a life of leisure.

Ackster’s intentions didn’t align with the story, but his actions did, and that’s what mattered to the cosmic being.

But that situation and the fact that Ackster was aware of the discrepancy between his own intentions and the cosmic being’s image and ideal of the story made him aware of something.

The cosmic being didn’t control him. It never had. If it did, it would have made Ackster crave a great life. But it hadn’t.

The cosmic being had given Ackster memories of the original timeline with The Hero as the center of the story. It had also frozen some of his neural pathways so that he wouldn’t realize or think of certain things that could bring the play crashing down. Ackster wasn’t allowed to think thoughts that questioned reality on such a basal level that the play would no longer hold up. It would become too obvious that it was a fake.

Most likely, it was because the being couldn’t come up with the details that didn’t matter to the story. It had created Ackster and given whatever he was a sense of self and a few fake memories in addition to the memories of the original timeline.

The cosmic being’s words made it seem like Earth was a real place. The being had drawn inspiration from there and given Ackster some shallow, fake memories of that place and being from there.

As long as Ackster thought he was an ordinary young man from an ordinary place called Earth, all was good. As long as he didn’t question what his name was, if he had any pets, where his school was, or what his parents’ names were, all was good.

As long as Ackster didn’t question where the original Ackster Phileam went or what really happened in the original timeline, all was good.

However, Ackster had broken free from those constraints. At first, it earned him a splitting headache. Now, Ackster was free to question whatever he wanted without the being’s restrictions forcing pain upon him in exchange.

And Ackster knew why. The being might be powerful, but it wasn’t as omnipotent as it wanted Ackster to believe. He could also sense that his Clear Mind had ranked up again after he made contact with the world and patched up the breach in its defenses. More than likely, his Ichor and Diamond Body had also evolved when he refined the world power.

Ackster had also absorbed all of the existential power of the Voice. A being that old and powerful contained so much that it had taken Ackster a while to absorb and adapt to it. It took more time than it did for him to repair the world’s barrier.

"Motherfucker. I’m going to kill you."

Ackster spoke. His lips moved. He didn’t think, and he didn’t use his Will to communicate with the being. He talked. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The being couldn’t control him. It could try. But Ackster was Unstoppable.

Ackster moved.

It was slow. He took a step forward.

Ackster walked like a thousand ropes tied to mountains held him back.

But what was a mountain compared to a world?

Ackster wasn’t going to be stopped.

The being turned around. It didn’t need to. He didn’t have a face or eyes. It was one coherent humanoid blot of deep space that went against the laws of physics and the world.

Still, it looked at Ackster in surprise.

<Once again, you exceed—>

"Shut the fuck up, you mongrel bastard. I can’t stand your annoying voice. It’s like the squeaking of dying rats, you disgusting pig. Shut up, stay still, and let me kill you."

Ackster took another step forward and raised his head as he looked at the being with eyes ablaze, both from the fury and his burning Ichor.

The being might have given him life and put him through hell, but Ackster wasn’t going to let him take it away. He had yet to experience a fraction of what life had to offer. All Ackster had experienced so far was pain, torture, despair, and more pain.

And he had done it all for the promise of peace and a life free of pain when he was done. If this being was going to try and take it away, Ackster couldn’t see why he wouldn’t fight back. He didn’t see why he shouldn’t kill the motherfucker who thought he could destroy everything he had worked so hard for.

The being was vastly stronger than Ackster to the point where the mere thought of considering the possibility of resistance was madness.

But Ackster was nothing if not mad.