MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 824: Half Demon

Chapter 824: Half Demon

Lucian, observing the scene with a calm detachnt, simply smiled as he shook his head. Much like Anthony, Vega, Kingsley, and Aura, he remained entirely unaffected by Aaaninja’s Ti halt. Unbothered, he began walking forward, a quiet confidence in every step, while Veronica and Valak, still captivated by the display, trailed behind him at a asured pace, their gazes lingering on the spectacle with awe and subtle trepidation.

Lucian’s parents, Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart, were themselves figures of renown, celebrated across galaxy as two of the few humans capable of standing on equal footing with the top tier races in terms of combat prowess. Lucian might have easily inherited the sa widespread recognition as Aaaninja, yet there existed a singular reason why he remained comparatively obscure: he had chosen to leave ho.

His unique ability, Absolutely Copy, demanded exposure, experience, and constant growth. Lucian could not remain confined to his ho planet, a haven where humans predominated. To truly develop and refine his powers, he needed to traverse the galaxy, encounter diverse civilizations, discover alien abilities to copy.

Remaining tied to his planet would have guaranteed him safety and perhaps even fa akin to Aaaninja’s, yet it would have stunted his growth. As a result, the galaxy’s elite had long underestimated him. They assud that the celebrated Riven and Vespera had produced a son of modest talent, unaware that Lucian’s constant absences were deliberate, a pursuit of power rather than attention.

Their assumptions had been spectacularly disproven during the Starborn Tournant, where his combat proficiency and prowess had left competitors and spectators alike in awe, losing only to Aaaninja.

Had Lucian remained confined to his ho world, he might have achieved the sa popularity Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos had, but never the unparalleled power and skill that defined him today. And yet, Lucian never cared for such recognition. What utility did fa hold? Could it augnt strength? Could it bestow new abilities? To him, the answer was self evident.

Were there other humans present besides Anthony, Vega, Kingsley, Charles, Bill, and Aura, they might have rushed forward to establish a connection, drawn by instinctive familiarity. But most humans and nurous other races remained in hiding, cautious and fearful of the dangers that lurked in the building . Few dared to risk exposure, and those who did did so only when necessary.

Aaaninja’s eyes remained fixed on those he had montarily frozen. With deliberate clarity, he spoke, his voice asured yet carrying weight: "I don’t have ti to speak with all and any of you. Just act as though I’m not here." His words were neither arrogant nor condescending, neither commanding nor theatrical, they were blunt, matter of fact, and entirely straightforward.

But there was a certain irony in hearing a Ti Celestial, a being capable of bending the very fabric of reality, declare he has no ti for them.

With another simple thought, Aaaninja released his grip over the halted temporal flow. Ti particles shimred, reluctantly retreating as if saddened by the loss of their mastery. Movent returned to the frozen crowd, each individual regaining control over their bodies. Eyes flicked nervously toward Aaaninja, a mixture of awe and caution evident on every face, and then gradually, one by one, they stepped back, offering glances of hesitant respect from various directions.

With purpose, Aaaninja walked toward Anthony, Lucian already positioned by his side, a silent acknowledgnt of their mutual understanding.

"It’s been a while, Anthony," Lucian said, his voice warm, accompanied by a wide, genuine smile.

"Six months, to be precise," Anthony replied casually. Behind Lucian, Veronica, who had been captivated by Aaaninja’s manipulation of ti, froze instinctively at the sound of Anthony’s na. Before she could react or even process the mont, she recognized the voice: it was unmistakably him, the Anthony she had known. Recognition surged through her like a shockwave, leaving her montarily disoriented.

Suddenly, she sensed it, a gaze directed at her. Her white eyes tore away from the spectacle of Aaaninja’s display, instinctively tracking the source of the scrutiny. There, in the midst of the crowd, her eyes t a pair of familiar purple ones. Veronica’s pupils dilated in unrestrained shock, her mind montarily silenced by disbelief. She had never anticipated encountering not only Anthony but also Vega in this place.

As her gaze locked with Vega’s, the world seed to dissolve. All peripheral sensations vanished, leaving only a torrent of remorse flooding her mind. Thoughts of past mistakes, the unexplained disappearance, the prolonged silence, the unspoken words, raced relentlessly. Guilt manifested visibly in her eyes, forcing her to break the stare. She could not bear to et her best friend, Vega, directly; the weight of sha proved too great.

anwhile, Aaaninja had arrived, standing alongside Lucian. His gaze swept over the assembly as he observed the newcors, the vibrant, nurically colored irises of his clock-like eyes dancing across the crowd. "It seems the entire team is complete then... although there are quite a few new faces this ti," he remarked, his voice smooth yet observant, registering details that few could comprehend.

Lucian exhaled with a faint sigh, yet a smile brightened his expression. "Yeah, seems like a pain to introduce everyone," he said lightly, then gestured with deliberate clarity. "This is my girlfriend, Veronica, and my teammate, Valak." His words were concise and direct, leaving no room for prolonged introduction.

Anthony’s sky-blue eyes shifted toward Veronica, having sensed her presence from the mont she entered. But he had remained silent, recognizing that Vega had already perceived her arrival as well. Observing Vega, Anthony’s sky blue eyes sought to unravel her emotions. He found no anger, no resentnt, only a subtle, almost imperceptible disappointnt. Though he did not yet understand its cause, he refrained from inquiry; the timing and setting were not appropriate for such matters.

Anthony turned to Lucian, his expression shifting into a playful, inquisitive tone. "I thought you were dating a demon the last ti we t," he asked casually, though his words carried a sharp, teasing edge.

"Half demon," Lucian corrected instantly, as if to prevent misinterpretation or speculation about the nature of his relationships.

Anthony’s smile widened knowingly, a silent acknowledgnt of Lucian’s ’correction’.

"Half-demon," he repeated, voice tinged with amusent. "So, what happened between you two? I thought you were happy together, in love or sothing of that sort," he inquired, genuinely curious for the gist into the developnts that had occurred during his absence.