MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1039: A Trillion

Anthony chuckled softly and shook his head. He stood up from the sofa, "I have to leave, Grandma. Someone’s waiting for me, and besides, Grandpa doesn’t seem to like my presence here," he said in a gentle voice, tinged with a hint of lighthearted fun.

Irene just chuckled and nodded, not bothering to ask who it was; she figured her grandson meant Vega, her face glowing with affectionate understanding.

"Say hello to my granddaughter-in-law for me, and next time you visit, no matter the reason, I want you to bring a grandchild—ideally a great-granddaughter," Irene declared while waving at Anthony, her words playful but packed with clear expectation.

Anthony chuckled again but stayed silent. He turned to depart, a portal ripping open ahead of him, yet he halted abruptly just before entering, recalling something important. Facing Irene once more, he waved his hands, unleashing a massive stack of skill books, endless artifacts, and mysterious objects that piled up impressively before them.

Collins and Irene remained frozen in shock, eyes wide at the spectacle, speechless for a moment.

"What’s all this... Anthony?" Collins inquired, staring intently at the treasures with bewilderment and intrigue.

"These are for Grandma—she wanted skill books and artifacts, so here they are. Anything she doesn’t need, Grandpa, you can take," Anthony answered calmly with a small grin, acting like it was no big deal.

Before Irene or Collins could pose more questions, Anthony stepped through the portal and disappeared, avoiding any drawn-out talks or refusals of his gifts.

Knowing Irene’s survival relied heavily on skills from those books and artifacts, Anthony casually handed over his daily reward items to them, skipping any explanations as usual.

Irene beamed while watching the portal seal shut. Shaking her head, she felt... joyful. At their power level, skill books were incredibly scarce; after all, no one would easily transform a lifetime of honed skills into a book for others.

Yet a mountain of them now lay before her. Irene wasted no time, standing up to sort through and appraise each skill book carefully. Collins skipped the books for the artifacts and gear, uninterested in skill books since he could craft his own abilities anytime.

Kingsley, still hovering in the void, felt the space ripple as a portal burst open. Moments later, Anthony emerged from it, returning as swiftly as he’d left.

"You returned quicker than expected," Kingsley remarked, descending slowly until his feet met the ground softly.

"You acted rushed, so I didn’t linger too long," Anthony responded, settling onto the bed with ease.

"Did you manage to get it?" Kingsley pressed, eyeing Anthony with eager curiosity.

"Do you really need to ask? Of course I did," Anthony shot back, waving his hand to summon over forty Supreme Monarch-level mission scrolls, lined up perfectly.

Kingsley froze in astonishment, unprepared for such a haul since even one mission demanded time, much less forty-plus. "You grabbed all these in one go?" he asked, visibly taken aback.

Anthony let out a sigh. "Well, Grandpa was eager to see me gone, so he dumped a ton on me," he explained with mock frustration, amusement lurking underneath.

Kingsley fell quiet, simply waving to store all the mission scrolls in his space ring. "Thank you," he said earnestly, gratitude clear in his tone.

"I suppose you’re heading out now," Anthony noted, giving him a quick look.

"Want me to stick around?" Kingsley offered.

"Nope," Anthony answered bluntly, lying back on the bed and staring skyward.

"Guess this is farewell then," Kingsley said, shaking his head with a subtle smile.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Anthony replied evenly, face impassive as he gazed at the ceiling.

"Farewell, Anthony," Kingsley called out, tearing open space and stepping through without a backward glance, vanishing instantly.

Alone now, Anthony sprawled on his bed in complete quiet; it was just him and the ceiling, silence lingering on forever.

'Friends,' Anthony mused inwardly. 'Maybe I should just warp over to Dale and the others,' he toyed with the notion briefly before letting it go, dismissing it swiftly.

Bored with nothing to occupy him, Anthony pulled his phone from the system storage. He signed into his Money God profile. Old messages from online beggars swamped his screen, along with endless tags from streams and videos. A regular phone would’ve fried from the flood of notifications.

Thus, Anthony dove into his routine of extravagant online splurges. One system point equaled endless Blue Planet Quark, so he flung millions across apps freely.

Apps buckled as users surged online simultaneously upon hearing Money God was back after months away.

Rumors had swirled of his bankruptcy, death, or total ruin from wild spending. Skeptics kept tagging their idol, patiently awaiting his return.

Hours later, after chuckling at jokes, clips, and wild theories online, Anthony signed out. Quark total spent? A trillion scattered across platforms, a sum beyond ordinary grasp.

Anthony tossed his phone up and caught it idly while deep in thought. Then he froze as inspiration hit, the device landing softly on the bed.

On Blue Planet, his initial friends hailed from Omni Peak Academy: Vampire Tiara, Titan twins the Storm Brothers, Dragon Bryan. Wasn’t now the ideal moment to check in on them?

Five years had passed, but time meant little. He grabbed his phone, scrolling for their contacts from their academy exchanges.

A grin spread across Anthony’s face as he started messaging an old buddy, quiet excitement stirring inside.

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