MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 804: Emotions

Chapter 804: Emotions

Silence descended upon the vast expanse of air and space in which everyone floated, a suffocating, expectant quiet that seed to stretch infinitely. Those who had the presence of mind prudently increased the distance between themselves and Anthony’s team, wary of being dragged into any situation that might prove dangerous.

Others, however, wore smiles upon their faces, not the frivolous, careless smiles they had worn earlier, before the mbers of the Bone race had been struck down, but a different kind of recognition. They weren’t smiling earlier because the First Supre Monarch was about to be eliminated; no, they smiled because they recognized Anthony.

Even those who had not achieved victory or received accolades during the Starborn Tournant had observed the entire event from beginning to end. Every one of them rembered Anthony; it was impossible to forget a face so handso, a talent so extraordinary. Rumors had long since spread that the Eclipsian race had gone after him and his people, and that they had been entirely annihilated.

That alone spoke volus. The people of the Blue Planet were a force not to be underestimated, yet not everyone present had attended the Starborn Tournant. Many knew nothing of the feats accomplished there.

Eyes began to drift toward other mbers of the Bone race. Eight of their kin had just been obliterated from existence, and so onlookers wondered whether any remaining mbers would intervene. Yet they did not. The Bone race mbers remained unmoving, unblinking, their forms statuesque, exuding an aura of cold indifference.

Why should they act? After all, they were not the one courting death earlier; they had no obligation to risk their lives for strangers, people they had never t, bound together only by the thread of shared ancestry. To throw oneself into such a futile endeavor would have been sheer folly.

The gaze of the spectators shifted back, realization dawning that the Bone race would not lift a finger. The bored expressions replaced the fleeting smiles that had once graced their faces, and the weight of disappointnt settled quietly.

"It seems the show ended far too soon," Anthony murmured to himself, his voice low, tinged with amusent. He had barely managed to consu a handful of popcorn, and yet the enemies had already been reduced to nothing.

’Are they even fit to be called a mid-tier race?’ Anthony thought, frustration pressing against the edges of his composure. But, despite his frustration, he had to admit the First Supre Monarch’s power was impressive. Anthony had never witnessed him in action before, and there was an undeniable, awe-inspiring weight to the man’s abilities.

’His command over ti is remarkable,’ Anthony mused, eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation. ’I wonder if Aaaninja has encountered other Ti users before. The confrontation between the First Supre Monarch and Aaaninja... that would truly be a spectacle to behold.’

Anthony’s sky-blue eyes returned to the First Supre Monarch, a smile forming as he observed the man’s composed deanor.

"Indeed," Vega remarked with a quiet sigh, reluctantly returning to her popcorn despite the absence of a show to entertain her. "It appears we expected far too much from them."

Kingsley remained silent, his gaze fixed upon the First Supre Monarch as if he were gazing upon a deity. Though he knew Anthony possessed ti-based abilities and magic, he had never witnessed their execution firsthand. Now, seeing the First Supre Monarch utilize them for the first ti, a surreal sensation washed over him, leaving him montarily breathless.

The First Supre Monarch floated with an indifferent serenity, his expression flat and unreadable, yet his presence alone carried a weight that pressed subtly upon the air. Outwardly, he was calm and controlled, but inwardly... his emotions were a tempest. For the first ti in a long while, he felt happiness.

It had been ages since he had experienced a true emotion. Life had ceased to surprise him; anger and joy were foreign concepts in his existence. The last ti he had felt genuine shock was over a year ago when Anthony had severed the Second Supre Monarch’s arm. Outside of that singular, violent mont, emotions had been rare, fleeting, and largely hollow.

The fall of the Sixth Supre Monarch? Nothing. The sudden rise to power of the Fifth, Eighth, and Ninth Supre Monarchs? Equally insignificant. Anthony defeating the Second Supre Monarch, ascending to beco the most powerful figure within the military, eclipsing the First Supre Monarch himself? Still nothing. Even when Anthony had conquered the Starborn Tournant and brought imnse resources under his control, the First Supre Monarch’s heart remained unmoved.

All these monuntal events had failed to elicit the smallest ripple of feeling, as though he had beco sothing inhuman, perhaps bordering on the psychopathic. Monts of joy or sadness were rare, fleeting like whispers in a storm, vanishing before they could even take hold.

But now, now, he felt real happiness. Not for the carnage inflicted upon the Bone race, the number of lives he had ended over centuries was beyond counting, but for the opportunity presented to him. Finally, he had a stage upon which to display his power, witnessed by formidable powerhouses and influential organizations alike. The Bone race had unwittingly provided the platform, and he had perford flawlessly.

This was a chance to ascend, to accrue influence in the eyes of the First Supre Monarch, which could open doors previously inaccessible to him.

The military, which he had overseen for centuries? It mattered little. With the Null family firmly entrenched in power, nothing could threaten them. Even if Anthony and his family had not risen, he would have abandoned the military the mont a greater opportunity arose. His fate was not tied to any institution; it was bound only to ambition, and the careful observation of chance.

Anthony’s All-Seeing Eyes allowed him to perceive the First Supre Monarch’s true emotions, which explained the smile that had crossed his lips earlier. In all their encounters, he had never witnessed the man reveal a shred of feeling. Other Supre Monarchs might conceal fear or caution behind impeccable facades, but the First Supre Monarch had been an enigma, cold, machine-like, untouchable.

And now, witnessing an actual humane response, Anthony could not help but smile at the fact.