Do What Man Can, Leave the Rest to Heaven

"Caw? What do you mean, sixty years? One or two hundred years?"

Ulysses looked at Richard in confusion. Having slept for more than five hundred—nearly six hundred—years, even his mind was a little foggy. But soon, his eyes flew wide open.

"Caw! How long did I sleep for?! How are you already about to become a High God?!"

Having returned to being a Fifth-level creature, Ulysses could see Richard's current strength at a glance. During the ten years since the war had ended, Richard had raised his physique to the limit of a Fourth-level creature. If he had not been adjusting his war body, he could have advanced to a Five-Ring Great Wizard years ago.

"Let me count," Richard said, counting on his fingers. "About six hundred years."

"Six hundred years? Only six hundred years?!"

Ulysses was so shocked that he could barely contain his pressure. Six hundred years was no different from a short nap to a Lord of a World. Yet Richard had raised himself to the physique limit of a Fourth-level creature in such a short span of time.

It was simply unheard of.

"What do you mean, only six hundred years?" Richard said with some dissatisfaction. "If you slept any longer, the civilization war would have been over."

"Huh? You went back?"

Ulysses was shocked again. Dimensional teleportation could send Richard home quickly, but there were still so many believers in the Goblin World.

Surely this brat had not abandoned an entire world and rushed back to throw his life away?

"Went back? More or less. We're on the way back now. Once we conquer one more world, we can pretty much return."

"No, wait a moment."

Ulysses felt that his brain was a mess. None of the information Richard had given him was anything short