MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 587: Personalities

Chapter 587: Personalities

All of them here knew it deep down, there was no possible way the First Supre Monarch had attained the Ecliptic mana rank at the re age of nineteen.

After a while, they simply decided to stop dwelling on the man. But just as they were about to follow up with another question, Anthony dropped yet another bombshell: the fall of a Supre Monarch.

The words reverberated like thunder in everyone’s ears.

A Supre Monarch had never fallen, until now. A god had died.

Anthony went on to explain that it was the Chakram of End, the Supre Monarch of the military base Alpha-6, who had perished during the base’s invasion.

Dale, Reynold, and Seraphim all felt their chests tighten. Although they had never seen the Chakram of End in person, nor knew her on any personal level, a subtle sorrow crept into their hearts. After all, the woman had guarded their military base with unbending loyalty for millennia, never faltering in her duties.

“How did you injure a fucking Supre Monarch?” Dale blurted out, unable to suppress his disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Yes, Anthony was powerful, undeniably so, but it didn’t change the fact that, in theory, he should have been an ant in comparison to a Supre Monarch.

Anthony smiled inwardly, amused by Dale’s astonishnt. ‘I’m the protagonist of this story, what do you expect?’ he thought, but refrained from saying it aloud, lest he tempt fate or trigger a red flag Vega would pick up on.

“I’m just built different,” Anthony replied casually with a sly grin. He then added, “Besides, I have the arm of the Supre Monarch who is a vampire. As a fellow vampire, I’m sure this would interest you, in ways perhaps even you do not yet understand.”

With that, the Second Supre Monarch’s severed arm materialized in Anthony’s palm. Despite its freshness, not a single drop of blood dripped to the floor, as though Anthony had frozen ti itself around the limb.

The mont the arm appeared, Dale felt his blood surge with primal hunger. His instincts scread at him, the thirst undeniable. If it had been anyone else holding that arm, he might have attacked on sight, no questions asked.

But this was Anthony. Dale knew, without a shadow of doubt, that Anthony could obliterate him before he could even blink.

He didn’t need to be told what that arm represented. Contained within it was an imnse reservoir of power, an ancient lineage of blood that had existed for thousands of years. The benefits from consuming or absorbing even a fraction of that blood would be unimaginable.

“What do I have to pay?” Dale asked, eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on the severed arm, deliberately avoiding Anthony’s.

Though Dale was known to joke around and often spoke without a filter, he wasn’t na??ve. He understood, perhaps more than most, that nothing ever ca for free. And even when it did, there were always invisible strings, debts not yet visible, obligations waiting in silence to be repaid.

Anthony chuckled softly, his light laughter echoing through the aircraft’s control room. A space ring appeared in his hand, and with a re thought, the severed arm disappeared into it. He then tossed the ring toward Dale with practiced ease.

“There’s nothing I need,” Anthony said with a relaxed tone. “I’m richer than you can ever imagine.”

Caught completely off guard, Dale reflexively reached out and caught the space ring mid-air. For a mont, he was stunned, speechless. He had truly expected to pay a price. But if Anthony claid it was free, he believed him.

Anthony wasn’t the type to lie about things like that. If he had wanted sothing from Dale, he could have simply taken it by force.

And that thought alone reaffird how powerless he was in comparison.

He managed a slow, hesitant smile. Indeed, Anthony was wealthy beyond asure. What could Dale possibly offer that could match a Supre Monarch’s severed limb?

But unknown to Dale, Anthony’s wealth didn’t co from his Supre Monarch parents, it ca from his sign-in rewards and system shop, both of which dwarfed conventional resources.

“Thank you,” Dale said, a rare note of sincerity in his voice as he offered a genuine smile. He knew without a doubt that he was about to gain an imnse power boost. Yet, despite the overwhelming temptation, he couldn’t afford to use the arm now, not while he was still in the middle of a critical mission.

The others in the room were just as surprised. Anthony had handed over such a precious treasure without hesitation or demand. But soon, they arrived at the sa conclusion as Dale. Compared to Anthony, they were simply too poor to warrant any kind of transactional exchange.

Vega, however, wasn’t surprised at all. She had seen Anthony give away things without a second thought, just as she had given countless gifts to her best friend, Veronica.

It was simply one of the perks of genuine friendship with a rich and powerful person: sotis, you got life-changing things out of the blue, for free.

“Uh… Can I keep it with you?” Dale asked tentatively. “When I’m ready to use it, I’ll let you know.”

Anthony imdiately understood the reason behind the request. With powerful individuals capable of inspecting space rings through advanced mana control, carrying the item around openly would be dangerous.

A vampire could kill Dale on sight if they discovered the contents of his ring. It was far safer in Anthony’s possession, a person who had just injured a Supre Monarch and handled a Warlord like a toy.

“No problem,” Anthony responded. With a re thought, he retrieved the space ring back into his grasp. A mont later, it vanished into his system’s storage space, far beyond the reach of prying eyes.

Seraphim, seated quietly at the side, smiled to herself. Since Anthony’s arrival, the team had progressed in ways they hadn’t even thought possible. He had helped her refine her spiritual energy control.

He had enabled Spectre to earn the approval of Warlord Raelith for his katana training. Dale had even managed to get his hands on a training note from Clent, purchased with system points, to improve his grasp over the darkness elent.

Of course, Clent hadn’t trained Dale personally. The two of them couldn’t be more different in temperant, Dale was loud, almost impulsive, and talkative; Clent was a silent, near-mute enigma who didn’t care for idle chatter… or any chatter at all.

Honestly, had Clent tried to give Dale personal lessons, it might have ended in bloodshed. Their personalities clashed so violently that Clent might’ve killed Dale halfway through the first session.