MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 307 Greedy Author

Envy lay deeply rooted in the hearts of all who watched, yet they could do nothing but bear witness in silence.

A few delegates stepped forward, offering words of congratulations to Zarynth Zachary Zorynthar and Elyndra Voryss Nyxaria, their voices laced with both admiration and veiled longing.

"The Celestials have once again given rise to another prodigy"

One delegate remarked with a genial smile.

"Zachary, your bloodline runs true in your son"

Another observed, his tone carrying a note of respect.

Zachary received their words with a asured smile, his heart swelling with quiet pride.

Though Aaaninja had been a renowned figure on their ho planet, his na held little to no weight within the vast expanse of the galaxy.

That, however, was about to change.

Nyxaria couldn't conceal the smile that graced her lips as she listened to the praises bestowed upon her son.

"It is, of course, the result of his unwavering dedication and relentless effort"

She responded, her voice imbued with genuine pride.

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None of the delegates uttered a word about Aaaninja's defeat.

After all, what was the loss of a single battle, one without life at stake, when weighed against the significance of True Enlightennt?

With practiced diplomacy, they chose silence, offering the Celestials the respect they deserved.

Besides, to them, the Celestial Champion could be regarded as the true victor of the Starborn Tournant, for he had attained True Enlightennt.

They did not believe that if Aaaninja were to fight again, he wouldn't prevail against the human.

He had been defeated, yet in that very mont, he had surpassed his opponent, a brilliance beyond conventional asure.

Yet, while many gathered to offer their congratulations, others remained unmoved.

They simply sat there.

Their gazes, frigid as ice.

Their presence, an unsettling chill in the air.

Unmoving.

Watching.

Their eyes fixed upon Aaaninja.

Although no killing intent seeped from their bodies, the ssage was clear, they would not allow such a prodigious child to grow into another pillar of the Celestial race.

The galaxy's top races stood on precarious ground, their relations anything but amicable.

Each faction sought to keep the others in check, their rivalry woven into the fabric of existence.

Ambushes, assassinations, intelligence leaks, sabotage, orchestrated betrayals, these were not re tactics but routine affairs, seamlessly integrated into their agendas.

Yet Zachary and Elyndra remained indifferent to their silent hostility.

If anyone dared to make a move, they would do well to prepare for the utter eradication of their bloodline.

It was just that simple.

Scheming was beneath Zachary and Elyndra.

They had no need to act against most adversaries, such matters were handled long before they required attention.

Any plot conceived against them was intercepted and dismantled by their subordinates before it could ever reach their notice.

Lucian watched as Aaaninja floated in the sky, a serene smile gracing his face.

'Fuckkk!!!!!…Author, you're outright cheating at this point!'

Lucian scread internally, his frustration barely contained.

'Tsk… It seems the Author couldn't bear to let Aaaninja simply lose to the MC, so he had to compensate him with True Enlightennt'

Though his mind seethed, his expression remained unreadable.

'That greedy, sycophantic Author only pulled this stunt because that so called Rank 1 thief, Aaaninja, lost. He must still be sending the Author gifts daily, even if they aren't super gifts'

Lucian exhaled an internal sigh, resigned to the blatant favoritism unfolding before him.

'I just hope that the

in a higher dinsion, the one reading this story, can step up his gifting montum, even if he's broke. That greedy Author is playing favorites way too much. Giving Aaaninja Ti Affinity, special eyes, and then topping it all off with True Enlightennt? If only I could check the fan value ranking right now'

Lucian scoffed internally.

'Poor Aaaninja… Who's going to tell him that the greedy Author is just using him for gifts? The mont a wealthier reader shows up, that shaless Author will jump ship, leaving Aaaninja drifting in the wind. Tsk'

His resolve solidified.

'Enlightennt or not, favoritism or not, it doesn't matter. All I have to do is wipe Aaaninja's face into the dirt'

A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face as he savored the thought.

"You seem happier than I am, and I'm the one who just attained Enlightennt"

Aaaninja's voice resonated as he descended gracefully, his usual closed gaze fixed on Anthony and Lucian.

Lucian's smile widened, unfazed.

"I just can't wait to battle you, that's all"

He said, his voice laced with anticipation.

Aaaninja smirked at Lucian's words.

"You might have had a chance against

in the past"

He replied effortlessly, as if stating an undeniable truth.

"But now, you stand no chance"

Aaaninja's head turned toward Anthony, who sat calmly, observing the exchange with quiet indifference.

"You may have won, but that victory ans nothing now. You stand no chance anymore. I am no longer who I was"

His voice echoed with unwavering certainty as he lowered himself onto his own floating seat.

The eyes of every champion in the arena were fixed upon him, upon all three of them.

Anthony, however, remained unfazed.

A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

"It doesn't matter. What's done is done. You've already lost. And those who have lost to

can never win again, Enlightennt or not"

Though his words were light, Aaaninja could tell, Anthony didn't care about the Enlightennt in the slightest.

Aaaninja could sense it, Anthony truly believed that even if they fought again at this very mont, the outco would remain unchanged.

Aaaninja's lips parted, his voice carrying a cryptic weight.

"This tiline is rely one of many in an endless river of Ti. I will beco what I must, just as I will do what I must. The One Above All"

With those enigmatic words, he shifted his gaze away from Anthony, retreating into the depths of his own mind, as if delving into the revelations brought by his newfound Enlightennt.

Anthony and Lucian exchanged no words, offering no further response.

Whether out of indifference or respect, they allowed him his silence, choosing not to disturb his introspection.

The Overseer stood above them all, his gaze fixed upon the trio.

He had expected little from this Starborn Tournant, to him, it was rely another clash of insects, a fleeting struggle that would decide the fate of worlds and races.

But now, he realized how gravely he had miscalculated.

The number of unforeseen twists continued to grow, each revelation more astonishing than the last.

A grin spread across the Overseer's face.

But unlike his usual maniacal grin, one that craved only bloodshed, this ti, it was different.

It held sothing more.

Anticipation.

Excitent.

For the first ti in a long while, the Overseer was looking forward to what ca next.

The next battle.

The next unexpected twist in this ever unfolding spectacle.