MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1046: Ignorance Is Bliss

Anthony strode alongside Iserios, Heinz, Butler Right, and Bryan, their footsteps resounding in steady rhythm as they traversed the majestic hallways. While they proceeded, Iserios described each room they passed by, maintaining a serene, poised smile, his voice steady and sophisticated.

Anthony merely nodded; despite lacking interest, he posed questions feigning curiosity, guaranteeing the conversation didn't appear one-sided or rude.

Before long, they reached a spacious entrance featuring a circular table positioned there, with four chairs arranged precisely for Anthony, Iserios, Heinz, and Bryan. Anthony advanced smoothly and settled into his seat with relaxed poise; the instant he did, servants glided in and out of the chamber in perfect harmony, delivering wines, spirits, and diverse delicacies, each surpassing the previous in splendor.

Though a true gourmet, Anthony hadn't encountered certain dishes before; the table bore only Mana-infused creations, each pulsing with subtle, unique energy traces. Beings at Anthony's stage no longer required meals, yet offering such hospitality remained polite and customary for guests.

The banquet was sumptuous, plentiful, and downright extravagant; after all, Dragons' immense appetites meant anything less would barely count as a starter, scarcely meriting attention.

"I hope you love the dishes that were served," Iserios said in an elegant manner. On account of Anthony's visit, he had produced wines and liquors meticulously aged for centuries, priceless reserves seldom brought forth.

"Thank you," Anthony responded, then without extra words or ceremony, dove into the feast, his actions leisurely and composed.

"So, what have you been up to these days?" Iserios inquired while dining with the elegance, poise, and majesty of an emperor upon his throne.

Anthony gave a slight head shake as he replied, "Nothing truly; everyone has entered seclusion, so... here I am," answering honestly while sipping his wine with detached calm.

Iserios nodded, fully informed of this already, since Bryan had relayed the details over an hour prior, allowing no element of surprise.

"Anything interesting happening recently within the military? Like with the Demons, or overall? Of course, it’s understandable if it’s confidential, you do not have to tell us," Heinz chimed in from beside them; he ensured his delivery stayed courteous and balanced. Though once Anthony's senior at Omni Peak Academy, that chapter had closed long ago, carrying zero relevance now.

"Hmmm," Anthony pondered momentarily while chewing, his eyes dipping faintly, "well, nothing really. After wiping out the Forsaken Cult, I just entered seclusion, so nothing interesting," he declared straightforwardly, then held a brief pause before adding, "but it seems the Galaxy is in danger."

Heinz and Bryan creased their brows at once, bewilderment and skepticism emerging on their features as they absorbed Anthony's declaration.

"Danger?" Bryan questioned, his eyebrows knitting together mildly.

Iserios cast a serene, perceptive look toward Anthony; naturally, he grasped that Anthony alluded to the Angels from the Divinora Galaxy. He hadn't joined the galaxy-spanning conference personally, but as a Planetary-level entity, such pivotal intelligence reached him via alternative routes.

"Well, another galaxy called the Divinora Galaxy is invading us. That galaxy is run by a race known as Angels," Anthony answered without shifting expression, as if reciting some trivial, unimportant fact.

His statement exploded like a nuclear detonation in Bryan and Heinz's ears, shaking their psyches with ferocious force. They remained tethered to the Blue Planet; they hadn't departed their homeworld even once, scarcely exploring past their Dragon Domain. Yet here they learned their colossal, uncharted galaxy faced invasion.

The immense magnitude of this idea flooded their minds. Discovering another galaxy's existence alone was a seismic shock for them. Now, that enigmatic realm assaulted theirs, spearheaded by creatures dubbed Angels. What catastrophe followed? Gods manifesting?

Demons were no longer their sole worry—Angels entered the fray too, beings of wholly mysterious character and aims.

"But there is no need to worry. A few days ago, we had a small-scale galaxy battle against them; there were about ten million of them or so, all at the Planetary level," Anthony appended with utter casualness, like broaching a petty topic.

The further Anthony elaborated, the more aghast Heinz and Bryan grew, their countenances slowly rigidifying.

"What later happened?" Heinz pressed, swallowing thickly, his thoughts unbiddenly painting visions of millions of Planetary-level powerhouses colliding savagely through galactic expanses.

Anthony's gaze flicked momentarily from his plate as he uttered, "Of course, they were wiped out," then refocused on his food, the resolution evidently predestined.

Iserios released a faint sigh while interrupting, "Well, I did not want to tell the two of you about this. After all, what is the use of you knowing? You both are simply too weak to affect battles of this scale. The saying that ignorance is bliss is perfectly fitting for your current situation," he conveyed with a blank, impassive visage, his words stripped of derision but brimming with stark reality.

Heinz and Bryan inevitably scowled. Called feeble, they couldn't refute the veracity. Amid cataclysmic wars like these, could they offer any real impact? Unquestionably not.

Bryan merely balled his fist rigidly, quiet fury simmering inside as he craved swifter advancement, though he knew his prodigious gifts, however extraordinary, possessed boundaries. In local eyes, he stood as an unparalleled freak of nature, yet across the galaxy, he amounted to a mere commoner, negligible in the cosmic tapestry.

Anthony darted a quick glance at Iserios, *Ignorance is bliss is kind of true,* he mused inwardly in silent accord. Indeed, should the invasion become public knowledge worldwide, hysteria would erupt wildly. Demon raids already bred ample mayhem; layering on Angels would hurl the planet into utter anarchy.

Moreover, fools would doubtless emerge to sell out their kin and lands, foolishly assuming Angels' holy name implied saviors bearing mercy, righteousness, or shelter. Truth be told, Angels extended favor solely to brainless devotees. Challenge their rule a single time, and heretic status followed instantly.

Anthony shook his head faintly amid these reflections before resuming speech, "I wonder what kind of trouble we will be facing when you both reach the Planetary level." Spoken offhandedly, his remark bore immense gravity that Bryan and Heinz couldn't dismiss, igniting their flights of fancy.

Enduring a galaxy-encompassing conflict right now, what inconceivable perils loomed a millennium ahead?

While Anthony kept unleashing such earth-shattering disclosures on Heinz and Bryan, tactfully underscoring the narrowness of their universal comprehension, he persisted in dining unperturbed, elegance in every motion and total nonchalance in his bearing, treating these affairs as remote, negligible disturbances in an boundless, apathetic cosmos.