Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1093: The Supreme Lord

The Guardians could search for their brothers and fix their Essences. They had the means to return them to the Origin and their sacred duty.

The Guardians didn’t need Michael anymore.

"Is it over? How did you turn the Primal into…whatever that was?" Loki asked Michael, who could only sigh deeply, "I reconnected the Primal to the expanse. The expanse and the weave are their parents. They needed the balance of the expanse and the weave for a stable state. Unfortunately, they lost this stability during the Separations."

"So…you’ve solved that by giving up your control of the expanse?"

Michael shook his head, "I’m still connected to the Origin Expanse. The Origin Expanse’s owner is still none other than me. But I share the expanse’s Essence with the Primal. That’s also why I know where the Primal are currently…and that they don’t need me. My task is done here…" Michael’s voice was somber, a trace of disbelief surfacing.

"What’s happening now?" The other Gods gathered around Michael, who shrugged heavily.

He had no idea what would happen now, either.

"I helped with the return of four Guardians. Either the Guardians will help their brothers to return to the Origin, or they will be killed. I hope we can prevent the latter, but…this is not my business anymore. This is the Guardians’ responsibility now."

Fenrir, Jormungandr, and Hel studied Michael in silence. They had been long enough with Michael to imagine the turmoil of emotions ravaging his mind.

Michael had been pushed to grow stronger, forced to go above and beyond not only to survive but also for the sake of his family. However, now that he had achieved everything, nothing more was left for him to do. He was strong enough to fight the Primal and Guardians, the Origin Expanse was subordinate to him, and his existence had changed.

Michael was not human anymore.

He was a Primal of the new generation.

"You can spend time with your family now. You deserve some rest," Loki told Michael, patting his shoulder before he turned to his children.

"You know where you can find me," he said lightly, casting another glance at Michael. You did a great job. We are all proud of you."

The God of Trickery disappeared a moment later, and it didn’t take long before the other Gods started leaving as well. Some thanked Michael for his work, while others left without a word. However, Michael didn’t pay any attention to them.

His mind was blank, and not a single thought interrupted the state of nothingness until Michael was alone with the Gods who had once been part of him.

Hel, Jormungandr, and Fenrir stayed behind to talk to Michael and to be with their friend.

"What will you do now?" Fenrir asked, licking the massive tears in his sides.

Michael looked up and released a small stream of healing serum to tend to his friend’s wound.

"Now?"

Fenrir thanked Michael for the healing serum and added, "Now that the Primal have returned to their place. Most Gods may still hate the Primal, but they must have sensed how much the Primal has changed. They might have many questions and will bother you or other people to figure out what actually happened, but it is a fact that their Essence is different."

"I don’t think their hatred toward the Primal will disappear entirely, but most Gods won’t bother about attacking the Primal," Jormungandr added with a nod, "That being said, let me repeat Fenrir’s question. What will you do now?"

Michael winced and looked away, but his friends stared intently at him.

"I don’t know," He responded, the uncertainty in his voice palpable.

He wasn’t needed anymore.

Michael succeeded fixing the Will’s mistake and rescuing the Primal. He was done.

"You are the owner of the Origin Expanse now, aren’t you?" Hel asked rhetorically, ignoring Michael’s bad expression.

He nodded slowly while the corner of Hel’s lips curled into a vibrant smile, which looked beautiful but also deadly.

"How about you keep going then?"

"Keep going?" Michael asked, "What are you talking about?"

Hel chuckled, her eyes staring deep into Michael’s soul. She stepped forward and pushed her finger deep into Michael’s chest.

"You are the rightful owner of the Origin Expanse. You are the heir. Of course, you have to lead and control the Origin Expanse like the Will has done. Or do you want to abandon the Origin Expanse now that everything is over?"

"I…didn’t think about abandoning them. But do they really need me?"

This time, it was Fenrir who interrupted.

"It doesn’t matter if they actually need you or not." He grumbled, but Jormungandr hit him with his snout.

"Of course, it matters whether they need you or not. But even if some civilizations might not need you, others certainly need your help. Look at the Forest Elves and Silverfang Tigerfolk. You helped the Forest Elven tribe grow strong enough to rival the High Elves, and you’ve been the reason the Silverfang Tigerfolk has a place in the Origin Expanse. Maybe not everyone needs you, but what if you use the Origin Expanse to create places to help those who need help?"

Michael wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted. However, the thought of expanding the Origin Expanse, reorganizing it, and adding his seasoning to the configurations made by the Will didn’t sound bad. On the contrary, Michael’s expression lit up at the thought of transforming the Origin Expanse into his place.

The Guardian may connect the weave and the expanse within them, creating Origin Essence, but that didn’t mean the weave and the expanse would reunite anytime soon. The Guardians would protect the Creation but that didn’t mean the dangers within the universe would cease.

"Are you not interested in observing the legends of others as they grow in the Origin Expanse? Create challenges for your Awakened and watch them as they create their own epic?" Jormungandr asked, and Michael’s expression lit up the more he thought about it.

Maybe Michael Fang’s legend ended today.

However, the legend of the Supreme Lord had just begun.

[End of the Main Story]