MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1117: Tiny Anthonys and Vegas

Anthony’s form flickered into existence within his chamber in the Null Family Estate. The instant he materialized, he faltered, landing face-first on his bed with a profound sigh. It was as if he had just endured eleven continuous days without a moment’s respite, his body seeming to gratefully yield to the mattress’s embrace.

For individuals at their Mana Rank, a mere eleven days of activity was hardly taxing and not worth noting. The fatigue Anthony experienced was purely psychological; he simply required some solitude to recuperate, his mind desperately craving a period of tranquility to recalibrate from ceaseless interactions.

He shifted onto his back, gazing silently at the ceiling. A smile then graced his lips, reminiscent of someone rediscovering love. Yet, the source of his joy was deceptively simple: the cherished moments he had spent leisurely, experiences that, though seemingly trivial on the surface, held a profound significance he struggled to articulate.

In his previous existence on Earth, amidst the relentless demands of employment, schooling, and personal studies, when would he ever have found the leisure to simply socialize with friends? Furthermore, even if time had permitted such gatherings, he lacked the companions, rendering such experiences mere figments of a distant imagination he never anticipated realizing.

‘Sigh… My life is truly flawless,’ Anthony mused internally, cherishing every fleeting second of his current existence. His journey felt like the very embodiment of a perfect reincarnation.

There was no grand enigma concerning his transmigration that demanded uncovering, no intricate conspiracy, no overarching mission behind his rebirth—such as the salvation of a doomed world or galaxy. No system existed that compelled his actions under threat of a fatal penalty for failure. Anthony had always harbored a disdain for such coercive systems, forcing individuals into unwanted endeavors. Now, liberated from such constraints, he discovered an unexpected contentment in their absence.

His current existence was refreshingly free from such entanglements, devoid of needless encumbrances or manufactured pressures. Anthony found it almost ludicrous to contemplate that someone, or perhaps many, might actually request a system that provided missions within a mere five-minute wish-granting period, should ??? bestow upon them such an opportunity.

Anthony shook his head, electing to dismiss such thoughts. His mind then turned towards the impending union between himself and Vega. Despite his earlier assertion of not having a definite wedding date, the prospect alone fueled his daydreams: him clasping Vega’s hand as they proceeded down an aisle, or perhaps a set of stairs—the specific venue mattered little compared to the cherished presence beside him.

‘Then, we shall have little Anthonys and Vegas scurrying about,’ he mused, lost in contemplation. His imagination began to vividly sketch scenes that felt astonishingly real within his mind’s eye.

[Ding]

[??? indicates your contemplation is progressing favorably; the sole remaining step is to cease mere thought and embrace action like a true man.]

Upon reading the message, Anthony expertly chose to disregard ???. The entity was, as usual, persistently promoting his grandchildren agenda, his unwavering dedication almost comical at this juncture.

‘Considering our combined exceptional handsomeness and beauty, who can fathom the dangerously captivating allure our children will possess with the fusion of our striking features?’ Anthony pondered. It felt as though he had already conjured offspring destined to surpass his own striking good looks, a notion both preposterous and amusing.

‘They will also be endowed with extraordinary talents,’ his thoughts continued. After all, both his own prodigious abilities and Vega’s remarkable aptitudes were undeniably exceptional, traits that would undoubtedly manifest in their progeny.

‘Furthermore, knowing ???, bestowing upon my children talents that rival my own hardly seems improbable,’ Anthony mused, picturing his gifted little ones, each one potentially possessing capabilities far beyond ordinary understanding.

What parent, or parents, would not yearn to bring forth exceptionally gifted children into the world? The answer was unequivocally none, as such a desire appeared to be nearly universal.

Anthony could already vividly picture his children darting about, their innocent faces alight with adoration, their voices, still tender and young, calling out “Daddy.” Their joyous laughter would fill a home brimming with warmth and affection.

Although Anthony was immersed in these elaborate fantasies, he harbored no apprehension that reality might fall short of his fervent expectations. Reality, he felt, would scarcely dare to deviate, not even by the slightest margin, from his deeply held visions—such was the quiet confidence that permeated his being.

‘Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa will be absolutely delighted,’ Anthony thought to himself, already envisioning their faces alight with profound satisfaction and unshakeable pride.

Regarding his parents, he should notify the Supreme Monarchs about Tiara and Bryan. They would be stationed at the same Military Alpha Base and assigned to the same team until they decided otherwise, Anthony mused, already preparing to leverage his influence for his friends’ benefit and ensure their comfort within the military structure.

While the Military was generally beyond influence, Anthony possessed the absolute power to sway matters. However, he intended to exercise restraint, intervening only for his friends in ways that would not disrupt the military’s operations, thus preserving the delicate balance between authority and self-governance.

Anthony’s mind then drifted to the fallen Supreme Monarch, known as the Chakram of the End. Her image, in her final moments protecting the base and its soldiers, flickered in his memory.

‘Should I bring her back to life?’ he pondered in the solitude of his chamber, the notion neither alien nor beyond his capabilities.

‘I’ll consult the system later,’ Anthony decided, opting against immediate action. After all, some souls might prefer eternal rest, and forcing a return could inflict more suffering than kindness.

‘At any rate, everyone will soon emerge from their seclusion. I’m eager to witness the power levels they’ve achieved,’ Anthony thought, a broad smile gracing his lips as anticipation mounted silently within him.

‘Father, Mother, Grandpa, and Grandma should also be finishing soon. I need to administer the blood to them before I disappear,’ he mentally cataloged the task as a high priority.

‘I wonder if Father will be able to contend with the Twelve-Winged Angel that sought him out after he absorbs the blood drop I’ll provide,’ Anthony contemplated, his desire to witness such a battle immense. Yet, with no knowledge of who was confronting whom, he was left only with speculation.

‘I should head back to the Military Base soon,’ he concluded. His Universal Clothing artifact transformed into lighter attire as he prepared for slumber, shedding his responsibilities momentarily, as if unbound by any worldly obligation.

With that, his eyelids closed, and the dream realm gently enveloped his consciousness, drawing him into its serene embrace. His breathing grew steady as the burdens of wakefulness receded, leaving only the tranquil rhythm of rest.

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