Am I Arceus?
The thought lasted only a moment.
Baimu realized the apparition most likely came from the Space-Time Wristband in his hand. It was radiating brilliant golden light, like a miniature sun—or a vital heart.
"Am I borrowing Arceus Power?"
He could faintly make out the outline of a Plate beside it.
The Red Chain connected to the Space-Time Wristband could control the Time-Space Twin Dragons, and the wristband had just absorbed a Flame Plate.
Maybe once he collected the other sixteen Plates, the Space-Time Wristband would hatch an Arceus Clone?
Yeah, right.
Still, if he handed the Space-Time Wristband to Ghris, Ghris might be able to wield power almost equal to Arceus's.
He'd be a little Alpaca in human form!
But could Baimu wield it himself?
He hadn't encountered anything that required the power of creation so far, but he couldn't help wanting it.
This was "Arceus," after all!
Of course, he intended to collect the Plates regardless. With more than ten chances to simulate waiting for him, he absolutely wasn't letting them slip away.
Then another question occurred to Baimu.
"How do I get down?"
The Arceus apparition had lifted him into the air.
Should he let go of the Space-Time Wristband?
Baimu tried releasing it with his left hand, but his body didn't fall.
"Shall I lend you a hand?"
"No, I—"
Before he could finish, the Arceus apparition began to crumble from the bottom up.
Once more than half had vanished, he saw its head turn slowly toward him. It gave him a meaningful look.
As though it were conveying a message.
Stranger still, Baimu understood it.
"'Keep it up'? Worried I'll slack off, are you?" His mouth twitched. That look from Arceus confirmed beyond doubt that it had given him a side quest to