It was done, and for the first time in two hundred years, the Champion of Light could finally rest. His silver and red armor disappeared into nothingness, casual clothes taking their place. Of course, his white shirt was woven from Heaven Silk taken from the tallest mountain of the Dread Lands, and his pants crafted from Mognar’s hide. A beast that had ravaged half the world for an entire century.

Putting aside his clothing, he exhaled heavily, plopping down on the black pile of skeleton bones beneath him. They rattled and moved, a soft red glow emitting from them. The Champion of Light sighed, running his hands through his golden mane, glancing down and yawning.

“For an Immortal being, you have little patience.”

His voice was deep and strong, boasting unrelenting confidence.

“I will murder everyone you love, burn the villages that you have visited, thin your bloodline to a-”

The Champion of Light moved his leg, a resounding sonic boom from his small kick causing the pile of bones to stop vibrating. There was a drawn out silence, and with a less daunting tone the bones began to glow again.

“Ow.”

The champion of Light smirked, leaning farther back and resting his head on his hands while looking toward the sky. Clouds of purple pulsed with magma, lines of dimensional fractures spread like cobwebs, and three blue suns beat with violet energy.

His golden eyes gleamed with amusement before resuming the deadpan look he usually donned.

“Hey Ragnum.”

There came no answer for a while, but slowly the bones glowed again.

“Yes?” they growled, seemingly unamused that they had become a glorified bean bag.

The Champion of Light stretched his arm out, his open hand grasping toward the sky. His arm was lined with bulging muscles, a faint glow of silver energy lining his tanned skin.

“What now?” he asked before letting his arm drop.

Ragnum, the pile of bones, paused for a moment before answering.

“What do you mean Champion of Light?”

The champion frowned again, a familiar gesture that he frequented.

“Just call me Anton, the whole Champion of Light thing gets old fast”

Ragnum weighed his words, “As you wish… Anton.”

Anton nodded in satisfaction, his attention drawn to the landscape around him. The once jade ocean of trees were gone, their barks burnt. The once lush vegetation was reduced to ash, the ground was no longer brown and rich, instead now red and convulsing with black roots that were sprawled on every inch of the forest floor.

Anton sighed again and lazily gazed back up at the sky.

“Thanks, seems at the very least you can humor me for a moment.” With a snap of his fingers, a water skin appeared and he took a long swig before banishing it back to the void. “What I mean is, that I am Immortal just like you, and after centuries of fighting against other Immortals I came to a frank conclusion.”

Ragnum seemed to raise an eyebrow through his voice, “And that conclusion is?”

Anton examined his nails chalantly,

“Well, I was plucked from my home world after my death, trained by the Gods and given gifts that pretty much helped me cheese my way to being all powerful. I set out on an epic adventure in an unknown world, only to die thirty years later at the hands of the first Immortal I encountered.” Anton glanced at the bones beneath them. He could tell Ragnum was listening intently, but he still found it quite odd he was talking to a literal pile of bones. He dropped it and continued.

“Then, I was given a second chance, being reborn thirty years back into the past as an infant. With my knowledge, I rose to Immortal status in half the time, defeating the first Immortal and the second with no issue.”

Ragnum finally decided to intervene, “What merit does this entitle to a conclusion Cha- um.. Anton?”

The man waved him off, “Hold your bones, I was getting there. Anyways, after going to the third Immortal, he trapped me in a time loop that repeated the same month over and over again. Fifty years of that bull shit and I finally beat him, and then went to the fourth Immortal. Only for him to run off to another world, in which I was reincarnated into a pathetic prince who had not an ounce of an idea how to make his land prosper. I became king in a matter of decades and found the fourth immortal and finished him off. Then, I rose to the heavens, seemingly done with all the shit the Gods dumped on me.”

The air grew silent, Anton seemingly done with his story.

“That is a very interesting story, one that even I found quite amazing.” Ragnum answered in an airy tone.

Anton chuckled, “Ha! You are telling me, who knew I was nowhere near done working for those bastards.”

“Oh, that must of been, aggravating” Ragnum answered in guilt.

“No biggie, but now, I still have a contract to serve the Gods till they raise another Champion, After that, I am free to do whatever I want. But there is where the problem lies my dear friend. I have done everything. I gathered a harem, became a king, formed a contract with a legendary wolf, tried to only become powerful from just cooking, only used novice skills.” Anton paused.

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“Oh, I also did the whole video game screen thing after requesting that from the Gods. That was pretty fun not going to lie. But, I find myself here, seemingly done with my epic, tragic, and tantalizing story. Anton Grey will soon no longer be the Champion of Light. No more dealing with Immortals causing catastrophes and no more world or dimension ending threats to fix.”

Ragnum marinated in his story, granting Anton the time to think about it also.

“What about just living a slow life?”

Anton’s blue eyes widened with surprise. He sat up, no longer lazily lounging on Ragnum. A wide smile took his face, and he clapped his hands together in glee. The gesture caused the mountain behind him to split perfectly down the middle. Whoops.

No, right now that did not matter in the slightest. Anton had found his calling again. He had seemingly ticked all the boxes that he could in his situation. The cliches he lived through had slowly been fulfilled one by one. However, he had never simply not done nothing, lazily going through life and doing what he pleased had never occurred to him. He thumbed his chiseled chin and calmed himself down.

“Ragnum, even though I have to kill you and banish you to the Immortal prison, I sincerely thank you.”

“Wait wha-”

Anton snapped his fingers and a black hole formed into reality, the bones of Ragnum being sucked in like a vacuum. After a few cries from the bone dragon, the black hole winked out of existence and left Anton to sigh in relief. For a moment he just stood in silence, looking at the landscape around him. Finally, after all this time he was so close to getting his permanent freedom. So close, yet he still needed a few hundred years. He sighed heavily, looking up toward the sky.

“Is that enough?”

The voice of Elder Ul entered his head, speaking only a single word.

“Plenty.”

With a blinding white light, Anton was in the atrium of the Gods, the familiarity causing him joy. He had not seen this place in years and was itching to use the toilet. He had been thoroughly saddened that most worlds did not have plumbing. Since one could just conjure water and destruction magic, which was definitely not the same. Earth was one of four worlds without mana, but the other three held beings who had no need for a toilet. Sad, but not something Anton wanted to waste time complaining about.

He snapped his fingers, a hawaiin blue shirt, short Khaki pants, shades that hung on his collar, and a beige fishing hat appearing on his body. Anton held his hand out, a black leather suitcase poofing into existence.

“Seems someone is eager to leave.” Yando, the grey skinned God, said from his seat at the table.

Anton did not look toward him, busy looking through the binoculars he just spawned from thin air, “Well, I planned on leaving sooner, but out of the goodness of my heart I helped you guys out one last time.”

Ren chuckled, musing at the sight of Anton’s eyes enlarged by the binoculars he was using.

“Just enjoy yourself, you deserve it Champion.” Ren sat up on his throne. “Also, if you find tasty treats worthy of my palette I beg of you to bring some back.”

Ren was Anton’s second favorite, so he would maybe think about it. Maybe.

Elder Ul cleared his throat, raising a brow as Anton donned his shades.

“Um, Champion. While you were defeating threats across the worlds we have found a candidate worthy of your power. But, before we do anything can you check for us. Judging mortals is rather hard.”

Anton glanced at him and shrugged, “I trust your judgment. Anyways, Lady Beck can you do a future glance, just in case anything pops up.”

She nodded slowly, closing her eyes. A minute later she opened them, “No world ending threats will happen on any of the worlds we govern until five hundred years from now. You are clear to leave anytime Champion.”

Anton threw his fists in the air, jumping for joy. He even played an air guitar, which he quickly stopped after he realized how stupid he looked. Fuck it, he played the air gutiur for a whole minute.

After a moment of awkward silence he cleared his throat.

“Alright see ya’.”

He stopped, an issue popping into his head. Where was he going to even spend his vacation? The thought had not occurred to him until now. The four Gods seemed to notice his hesitation and stifled laughter, knowing full and well that this was going to happen. They even planned around him forgetting such an important issue.

Yando snapped his fingers, a portal of gold appearing before Anton. The Champion blinked a few times before glaring at the God.

“Where does this go?”

Lady Beck spoke up, “A regular fantasy world, nothing too special in your terms, but a little more varied than what you are used to.”

Anton smiled. Perfect, he wanted to go nowhere special. He would find land, start a farm and relax for a hundred years. Maybe he might even fancy himself with a wife for a little bit, since most worlds have extended mortal lifespans.

He did not even say goodbye again, instead stepping through the portal without hesitation. The four Gods shared glances, shocked how quickly he had left. In the grand scheme of things it did not really matter, so with some curiosity, Elder Ul turned to Lady Beck.

“Where exactly did you send him?”

She shrugged, “Urna, nothing crazy.”

Elder Ul’s face grew surprised, “Um M’lady, you realize that is where our candidate is located correct.”

She grinned ear to ear, “Why of course, but would it not be easier to watch them both if they are in the same world. I am simply just saving us the effort.”

Elder Ul nodded, “Fair enough.”

They sat amongst the table, discussing other matters that were quite trivial. Ren, the boy god, wanted to update his throne, saying gold was a little tacky at the moment. Now he wanted a throne made of swords, saying something about a game of sorts Anton had mentioned that no one cared about. Yando found himself daydreaming, glancing in on Bekar to see if his favourite brand of clothing line had been updated. Sadly, they released a crimson suit he had no interest in. Elder Ul was talking to Lady Beck, the two Gods forming a plan on how they would measure their new candidate.

All was well, and the atrium grew slowly but surely silent after a full day of simple small talk. They exchanged glances, their faces riddled with the same idea. Without Anton, the place was quite boring, since they had very little to talk about without sending him on missions. Lady Beck decided to check on him, even if she could only do it so often, it was worth seeing what the man was up to.

Then Lady Beck shuddered, a chill running down her spine. She coughed hard, closing her eyes immediately. She stayed seated, but the other Gods rushed to her side.

“What happened?!”

“Is everything alright?!”

Lady Beck opened her eyes, tears of gold streaming down her cheek as she looked at her fellow Gods.

“E-” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Everything will be lost. The future has changed. All of our worlds will be destroyed.”

Elder Ul’s face widened in fear.

“WHAT, what do you mean?!”

Lady Beck sobbed harder, “The one thing my future cannot account for is other Gods and Immortals, since they can alter fate on their own. Anton falls into that category.”

Yando’s face went dark,

“So…”

Lady Beck nodded, “Sending Anton to that world will cause the end of everything. I do not know how since I cannot predict his future, but everything, all of our mortal plane will just.” She lost all light in her eyes. “Disappear.”