MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 520: Proposal [Ko-Fi Bonus - ]

Chapter 520: Proposal [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter]

The silence was deafening as their minds processed the Mirror Dinsion and the concept of Enlightennt.

Mitchelle, Michael, and Collins had faint smiles on their faces as they stared at the scene. After all, they too had the sa reaction when they had first witnessed the Mirror Dinsion, it had left them stunned, confused, and amazed.

But Anthony didn’t have ti for this. He had to leave here, to find his girlfriend.

"Anything else? League Of Supres." Anthony stretched the na deliberately, as if expressing his displeasure for the na.

None of them replied. They had nothing else to ask. They had only invited Anthony here because of the Severed Crown of Echoes and the Demon Monarch he had encountered on another planet.

"There isn’t, young one. But I have a proposal."

The First Supre Monarch finally spoke.

Anthony’s mind ignited, running through countless scenarios as he tried to guess what kind of proposal the First Supre had in mind. He was curious, no, eager, to hear it.

"I’m all ears, Supre." Anthony replied calmly, already thinking about potential benefits.

"Beco my disciple."

The First Supre’s words echoed like thunder in everyone’s ears.

They couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

Disciple?

The man who had never taken a disciple was asking for one now. The man who stood above all of them. The strongest among the Supres. The one who never bent his will for anyone.

Mitchelle, Michael, and Collins didn’t react. They remained silent, waiting for Anthony’s answer. He was their descendant, yes, but they would allow him to carve his own path forward in life, just like they did for themselves in their younger days.

Although, ironically, Michael would never allow anyone to teach his son the way of the sword.

Anthony paused. Even his Emperor Deanor skill seed to flicker for a mont as he was caught off guard. Of all the possibilities he had imagined, this wasn’t one of them.

’Is it because of my Ti affinity?’

Anthony thought. To him, he didn’t need a teacher. His Primordial Bloodline gave him more than he needed. Besides, even if he needed soone to learn Ti Magic from, wasn’t Aaaninja the best choice?

That guy could go back in ti as many years as he wanted, summon various ti realities of himself, Anthony was sure even the First Supre couldn’t perform such feats.

"Does he possess Ti affinity?"

The Fourth Supre Monarch echoed suddenly.

None of them here were fools. They had lived for years, ages even. They knew that the First Supre Monarch possessed the Ti affinity.

So of them had long suspected that he would never take in a disciple unless that person possessed both Ti and Space affinity, or he found two people who wielded one of each.

But the First Supre didn’t reply. He simply fixed his gaze on Anthony, waiting for an answer. He wanted to believe he wouldn’t be rejected, but people like Anthony were unpredictable.

"I refuse."

Two words, but they were louder than any nuclear detonation.

Soone had rejected a Supre. Not just any Supre, but the First. The Fucking First.

A being known as the Absolute Ruler of the Military. A being known as the Strongest Supre.

Everyone was caught off guard. Even Anthony’s parents hadn’t expected that. They had assud he would accept.

’Is this kid insane?’

Many of them couldn’t help but think.

Externally, the First Supre didn’t react, or rather, if he did, no one could tell, since the haze covered his entire form as always.

"Why?"

The First Supre asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Anthony t his gaze. He didn’t flinch. He replied calmly.

"I know soone who controls Ti better than you could ever hope to match."

Hearing Anthony’s words, every pair of eyes squinted. His words sounded arrogant, borderline offensive, but they didn’t interrupt. This was the First Supre’s private conversation.

"Who?"

The First Supre Monarch asked, not doubting the possibility that soone might be better than him. He knew he wasn’t the greatest Ti magician to ever exist. But he needed to know.

"Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos"

Anthony intoned with a small smile which vanished the next second.

Even the Supre Monarchs could sense the weight behind that na. Aaaninja... that wasn’t a na you just threw around.

The First Supre frowned. He had never heard the na before. But he knew ordinary people couldn’t bear nas of that magnitude without reason.

At the side, Mitchelle suddenly rembered the Celestial her son had battled in the final match during the Starborn Tournant. As for Michael and Collins, they simply didn’t rember Aaaninja by na.

After a few seconds, the First Supre spoke,

"My offer still stands, if you ever change your mind."

Anthony simply nodded and didn’t speak further on the matter.

"If that is all, I would like to state my favor now."

Anthony said, his voice calm, but his tone hinted that he was eager to leave.

"I also have a proposal."

The Second Supre Monarch spoke, stepping forward.

Anthony sighed. His blue eyes t the Second Supre’s blood-red gaze. He was certain the vampire wasn’t going to ask him to be his disciple, especially not after he had just declined soone else’s offer.

"I want a litre of your blood."

As soon as the words left the Second Supre Monarch’s lips, three killing intents instantly materialized into reality.

Sword Intent pulsed, drenching the space as air turned to blades capable of slashing through reality.

Lightning thundered from above, as if the heavens themselves were about to descend and unleash divine punishnt.

Flas flickered, and searing heat bled into reality. The temperature rose by the thousands with every passing second.

"What is the aning of this, Second Supre? I do not mind ending you right here." Mitchelle spoke with a chilling voice.

Temperature skyrocketed once more as even space itself seed to begin lting from the sheer intensity.

A hissing sound followed as Michael’s blade slid against its sheath.

"It seems a Second Monarch might have to fall so soon." His voice laced with nothing but death.

But before anyone could act, a voice rose from below; Anthony’s.

"I accept." His words seed to freeze every killing intent in place.

"But on one condition," he continued, his tone unchanged.

All eyes turned to him as he spoke.

"What condition?"

The Second Supre asked, his blood-red eyes glowing.

"Block an attack from ."

Anthony’s voice ca like a whisper, but it carried the weight of a mountain.