MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1037: Time Waits For No One

Anthony brushed his forehead at the spot where Vega's kiss had landed, his sky-blue eyes gradually turning toward the precise place she had stood mere moments before, his mind wandering as a profound silence enveloped him, feeling weighty yet oddly hollow.

"Friends, huh?" he whispered aloud to himself while remaining motionless on the bed, his voice soft and distant, as if addressing his inner thoughts rather than the surrounding world.

He certainly had some friends he could reach out to, like Dale, Reynold, and Seraphim, but he chose not to. Similar to Kingsley, he had already scanned for their presence, not only on his Island but across the entire Military Base—which spanned this whole planet—and they were absent, indicating they were off on missions at some distant planet beyond his easy grasp.

With their absence, Anthony found himself without friends to seek out, truly alone now in a space that rang with unexpected silence. He let out a sigh while rolling onto his side, his mind turning anew; he didn't need to speculate to realize that, upon arriving, everyone would dive straight into seclusion or intense training without pause.

Aura Nova, Aaaninja, Lucian, Kingsley, Vega, and even his parents—they would all retreat to deepen their insights and assimilate their recent breakthroughs, shutting themselves away in the quest for superior power, abandoning him to solitude amid this immense quiet.

Anthony sighed again, deeper this time. In contrast to the others, he had obtained nothing, and this exact scenario had unfolded three years prior at the Starborn Tournament, where he gained zilch as well—a persistent cycle that subtly eroded at his thoughts.

"I suppose this comes with being ridiculously overpowered," Anthony pondered silently, his mind recalling the novels from his previous life, tales of peak achievers succumbing to profound boredom, isolated from all, as if life itself turned devoid of purpose.

This notion occupied Anthony's thoughts... Upon reaching the summit, would boredom claim him too? Would all lose significance? Yet Romulus showed no signs of ennui, and as for ???, perhaps—the fellow was essentially reviving souls for his entertainment, toying with existences like an endless reality show.

"We'll see when we arrive there," Anthony decided, refusing to dwell excessively. Moreover, nothing assured he'd attain the pinnacle, for despite his resolve, sheer will didn't promise success; death could strike, eternal sealing might occur, or some unpredictable event could derail everything beyond his foresight.

While immersed in his reflections, Anthony sensed a faint ripple in space, his instincts snapping alert as his gaze and form pivoted toward it, and right at that focal point, space fractured like brittle glass, fissures radiating out before collapsing, allowing Kingsley—who had departed over thirty minutes earlier—to reemerge as if he'd never gone, his return sudden but expected.

"You’re back," Anthony remarked, locking his sky-blue eyes with Kingsley's golden ones, his voice even and composed, face unchanging.

Kingsley surveyed the room with a detached look, evidently hunting for something particular, his gaze sweeping the area quickly—it was obvious he sought Vega.

"You done already?" he inquired, failing to spot her in the room.

"So if we were having sex, you planned on walking in on us?" Anthony questioned.

Kingsley gave a slight head shake, opting to ignore matters of Anthony's private affairs. "Anyway, I need your help," he declared directly, cutting to the chase.

"What for?" Anthony responded, somewhat taken aback, since Kingsley rarely required aid for anything, rendering the ask peculiar.

Kingsley voiced his intent without delay, "As you know, I’ve reached Supreme Monarch level, so standard missions no longer suit me, but their locations elude me, thus I require your assistance to locate them and access the missions I need," he clarified succinctly, purpose clear.

Anthony grasped instantly upon Kingsley's words that this served as his personal training method. "Why chase Military missions? Roam the Galaxy instead—threats abound, and traversing just a light-year or two should draw attacks from unknown foes or factions," he suggested plainly, as if the solution was evident.

Kingsley shook his head while replying, "Why squander effort on that when an easier path lies right here?" he countered with a casual shrug, logic straightforward and practical.

"I guess so," Anthony agreed with a nod, "Just link up with the Warlords, like Warlord Raelith—meet him directly," he appended, tone implying minimal investment in further pondering.

"Are you helping me or not?" Kingsley pressed, voice dropping slightly, evidently weary of the exchange.

Anthony regarded him briefly, then exhaled before answering, "Fine, I will. I’ll speak to my parents or grandfather," his demeanor serene and measured, though a subtle unwillingness simmered underneath.

"So, you are about to begin your own training?" he inquired tonelessly.

"Yeah, time waits for no one, not even Aaaninja," Kingsley affirmed promptly.

"I wonder why you needed to add his name," Anthony chuckled, evidently tickled by the pointless mention.

"Well, since he is a Time Celestial and all that," Kingsley explained as a faint, uncommon smile tugged at his mouth.

Anthony shook his head amid laughter, the exchange airy.

"Where did your girl, Vega, vanish to?" he probed, having glimpsed her just minutes prior.

Anthony sighed, "Well, as you said, time waits for no one—she bolted off to train, leaving me solo here," he answered openly, casually, though boredom underscored it.

"Damn... she didn’t even wait?" Kingsley expressed surprise, having intended to commence his training tomorrow, only to learn Vega had already started.

"She didn’t," Anthony confirmed while rising from the bed, first sitting up then standing completely, motions deliberate and relaxed.

"What of you, no training?" Kingsley questioned.

"There is nothing to train at this moment," Anthony stated as he rose from the bed, stretching idly as if utterly unconcerned, "I would have gone to meet up with Dale and the rest of the group, but it seems they are on a mission," he continued.

At those words, a portal ripped open ahead of him, space parting effortlessly, yet before entering, Kingsley interjected, "Where are you headed?" he asked.

"Well... you asked me for something, I’m going to get it done. I’m assuming you too don’t want to waste any more time," Anthony responded, halting briefly without facing Kingsley.

"Well... that’s true," Kingsley conceded.

"Just sit tight, I will be back. I don’t want to go around looking for you when I’m back," Anthony instructed flatly, and with no further delays, he strode into the portal, vanishing entirely as space sealed behind him.