Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1071  Part of the Plan

Michael quickly realized that talking to the Will was difficult. But what did he expect from a lonely being like the Will? He couldn't expect it to be sociable or to talk logically.

Still, he'd hoped the Will wouldn't be a social wreck and confusing.

"So…what exactly am I doing here? Is this some sort of necessary process to upgrade the Untamed Jungle into a Primal Region, or did you pull me away from the Origin Expanse to look at everything from above to tell me how well I am doing? If it is the latter, why? Or maybe I'm just missing out on something. I don't know. This is very confusing."

Michael sighed while studying the form of the Will again. The more he looked at it, the more the Will looked like him. The Will looked just like Michael. The frame, at least.

That was also confusing, forcing Michael to think about something else to get distracted. After all, the Will did not even think about answering his questions. It looked at him, not uttering a single word. That was how Michael ended up thinking about the things the Will had said. 'Wasn't there something about a plan? A plan about the new era and the time it would take to get started with everything?' Michael wondered.

He learned from the Will that the Origin Expanse possessed as much Essence as the weave. That was shocking, to say the least. It pushed Michael's mind to think about how powerful he would be if he had been in control of the entire Origin Expanse. If he conquered the entire Origin Expanse…would he be given access to the Expanse's Essence? Would he be strong enough to beat the six Primal simultaneously if so?

Michael was unsure about the former, but the latter seemed feasible. At least, it would be easier to defeat the Primal if he had as much Essence as the universe, the gods, and the Primal shared.

"What exactly was your plan? The plan that took eons to take off? You said the Lords achieved what you have been hoping for. Does that mean the new era has started?" Michael asked, but Will did not answer with a single word. It didn't even utter a single noise.

Instead, the Will gathered something in its hands that took Michael by great surprise. It was an Essence, pristine as the remaining Essence accumulated within the Will. However, something about it was different. It felt oddly familiar through Seer. Something about its consistency, properties, and structure was oddly familiar.

Maybe if Michael didn't possess a secondary body for a while, he wouldn't have noticed anything. But with Seer used at maximum power and great memories, which had engraved everything he ever witnessed in his mind, Michael remembered where he had seen it. Through Seer, Michael had seen something rooted in the deepest parts of his secondary body. However, this 'something' did not belong to the secondary body. It was a minuscule share of what had accumulated within Michael. The secondary body, as it was constructed after the image of the main body, cut a tiny portion of the things it couldn't copy. That was how an unknown Essence, rooted in the secondary body, entered Michael's vision.

He never knew where the Essence came from but researched it a little. He tore his body apart once he learned his body contained the same unknown Essence, but never learned much about the Essence. His research ended without any results. He didn't discover anything of use. But that was okay. Having something unknown in your body was odd, but Michael had never noticed it. The Essence wasn't hurting him either, and the God Curses considered it a good omen that his body contained a trace of the purest Essence. They even said the pure Essence might have been why they picked him as their vessel. Maybe the Will decided Fenrir was the perfect fit for Michael because of that. That was what Micheal thought at first, too. He'd listened to the God Curses and decided the unknown pure Essence was his fortune. It was a little piece of fortune.

That was what he'd thought. But when he saw the same Essence forming in the Will's hand, Michael's confidence crumbled. It shattered when he thought about the Will's plan of a new era and that the Lords had achieved what he wanted. Last but not least, there was the Will's shape. The pristine frame of pure Essence looked too much like Michael. Even a blind Awakened could tell that.

"What…is that? No, don't answer the question…I think I know the answer," Michael murmured, his eyes widening as the pieces came together.

He never thought about it that way and considered himself lucky. After all, he had been very lucky. The Will had always played in his favor. Always.

Every single time.

Everything was…almost like it was perfectly executed to push Michael to his limits mentally and physically. As if something or someone was trying to push him above and beyond his limits through the challenges thrown at him, inside and outside the Origin Expanse. He had always considered it a coincidence and part of the Curse thing everyone had been talking about. After all, Curses were pursued by misfortune, but Michael could turn misfortune into fortune via Extraction. That was why he started considering himself as extremely lucky at some point.

But now everything felt like the result of a well-oiled plan—a perfect plan to create someone capable of fighting the Primal head-on.

The color drained from Michael's face as realization struck.

He was part of the Will's plan. He had always been.

And everything went down like the Will had devised. The new era had started, just like the Will wanted.

Michael's eyes narrowed to tiny slits. Had he always been a marionette of the Will? If that was the case…where did his decisions start, and where did they end? Had he ever been in control of his actions in the first place, or was everything planned from the beginning?

Michael started doubting his existence. Nôv(el)B\\jnn