Rogue Villain-Chapter 355: Powerful

A relentless and ferocious energy, like the power that ignited the first spark of life, flooded out of Ackster’s core, recreating his body with the unstoppable force of a budding seed. The golem’s efforts to crush Ackster like a bug were futile.

Even before his body finished recreating, Ackster was already throwing wild punches, filled with the power of his Anima. He didn’t bother with the trivialities like his martial arts or putting any thought behind his attacks.

Primal instincts controlled Ackster’s mindless body as he reared from the effects of almost stepping back from existence.

He didn’t need to bother with martial arts or controlling the force behind his strikes. Ackster’s Anima gave him enough force to blast apart the clay with explosive ease.

The power of Ackster’s Anima was a relentless tide of energy, and Ackster had to let it out or risk his body blowing up. Almost dying also left him with a heap of complicated emotions that he needed to vent.

So, even if he didn’t leave any lasting damage, Ackster continued attacking the cuboid clay golem without caring about stepping out of the room or killing it.

He did, however, have another insight. After he was reduced to his core and his core alone, Ackster remembered the last time he had been in such dire straits. That had happened because of Trana. But before that, he had fought with Mazar.

It was a leap. But after Ackster remembered his fight with Mazar, he devised another way to defeat the golem.

He didn’t need to eat the entire ocean of clay. He just had to render the clay useless to the golem or make the golem unable to use the clay by, for example, infecting it with curses.

Ackster couldn’t use curses or magic, for that matter. But what if he could taint the clay with something of his own?

Ackster hadn’t eaten just one or two beasts or monsters with poisonous blood. He hadn’t noticed himself inheriting that kind of property. But that didn’t matter. Monster Muncher had advanced, and Ackster could more clearly tell what his body was made of.

After almost dying again and Anima reviving him, Ackster had also achieved a better grasp of his body and its construction.

Ackster crossed his arms and grabbed his shoulders after making enough space in the golem’s room.

Ackster’s blood, even without looking at all the poisonous things he had eaten, was extraordinary. It was so rich with energy, especially now that Anima flooded through it like a tsunami, that an ordinary person would explode upon ingesting it.

The energy on its own wouldn’t have done anything to the golem. But it was trapped in the blood, and blood was soluble. Blood could mix with other materials in a way that energy couldn’t.

Ackster grinned as he dug his fingers into the flesh on his shoulders and ripped through his arms, leaving deep furrows in his arms that blood flooded out of. He intentionally suppressed the effects of Stubborn Well-Being as he waved his arms and splattered his blood.

In doing so, Ackster realized another thing.

Unstoppable had let him control his arms after they were dismembered. He usually couldn’t control blood.

But Ackster’s mind felt like he was on another level. His Anima powered up his senses to an unbelievable degree.

Ackster’s blood was part of him, wasn’t it? And it was filled with his Anima. Since he could control his other sources even outside his body, why couldn’t he do the same with the Anima in his blood? There was no reason.

Ackster’s Overhuman Senses stretched and enveloped every single drop of blood that hung in the air as time slowed down for Ackster.

’This is nice.’

Ackster was high from being alive. The rush of power from Anima and coming back from certain death was euphoric. It gave him the feeling that he could do anything and everything.

Ackster didn’t bother holding back and dragged even more blood out of his body. Slowly, the blood gathered in a wide sphere around him that spun quicker and quicker with each passing fraction of a second.

Ackster stretched his arms out to his sides and leaned his head back with an ecstatic expression on his face as he pushed the sphere of blood away from him and into the clay. He forced the blood to mix and spread with the clay, disseminating it into the golem.

The golem’s clay and magic interfered with Ackster’s control over his blood. But it wasn’t enough. The golem couldn’t contend with the Limit Broken and unfathomable powers of Ackster.

The mad, pale, and bleeding Ackster had the appearance of someone with chronic anemia and severe illness as draining himself of all his blood had even shriveled up his muscles. But his skills were continuously creating more and more blood.

However, Ackster barely regained a healthy appearance for a moment before he siphoned the blood out of himself and into the golem, corroding its control of the clay.

The energy, vitality, Anima, and volatility of Ackster’s blood made it impossible for the golem’s signals to travel through the clay unobstructed.

It didn’t take long before the clay started losing shape and drooping to the ground, more mud than clay after all the blood Ackster had poured into it.

Ackster cleared a path, eating whatever clay he couldn’t just shove to the side. It had to go somewhere, after all.

He chuckled.

Ackster’s feelings and thoughts were still a mess, but it was a mocking chuckle mixed with disbelief. However, it was impossible to tell whether he was mocking himself or the golem.

Before long, he returned to silence as he gathered his thoughts while clearing a path between the entrance to the room and the large double doors the golem had tried to protect.

Even now, a smidge of clay had managed to separate itself from the rest and escape Ackster’s corrosion by escaping underground. It weighed its options. Its mission was to defend the gates.

But it couldn’t defend against Ackster. Besides, he had already shown his worth. There was no need to protect the gates any longer. The golem ran away.