MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1119: Ouf Of Seclusion

While Anthony was lost in contemplation about Immortality, Butler Patrick continued to speak. "I also cannot be near the Patriarch and Matriarch as I must attend to the household. Although there are various maids and butlers, numerous restrictions exist within the estate, and only a select few are permitted access to these areas," he replied with a calm demeanor.

Anthony gave a nod, remaining silent. He struggled to comprehend how individuals could remain within the Null Estate year after year. Naturally, he understood it was their duty, but still...

Perhaps if he were in their position, he might dispatch a clone and explore the outside world through it. However, beings powerful enough to safeguard the Null Estate were undoubtedly Planetary-level entities. Consequently, they likely possessed no interest in exploration, having witnessed a multitude of wonders throughout their extensive existence.

"Is there a particular reason for your return, Young Master?" Butler Patrick inquired, pouring Anthony a glass of wine with practiced grace.

"Nothing specific, Uncle Patrick. I merely came to rest after looking around," Anthony responded, his gaze fixed on the plate before him as he ate without any apparent rush.

Butler Patrick nodded and maintained his composed silence.

Anthony's eyes shifted towards Patrick as he posed a question, "You seem rather talkative today. Is something amiss?" Anthony couldn't help but ask, as the butler had spoken more words at once than he ever had in Anthony's presence.

Patrick offered a smile as he spoke, "There is nothing wrong, Young Master. It is simply rare to have someone to converse with, that is all," his tone calm and collected, betraying no sign of unease.

Anthony raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Aren't the maids and butlers available for conversation?" he asked, genuinely curious.

But Patrick simply shook his head. Though he appeared reluctant to elaborate, it was evident he could not engage in free conversation with the other staff within the estate due to unspoken limitations.

Noticing this, Anthony simply nodded, choosing not to pry into matters that did not concern him.

"Are the Patriarch and Matriarch well? I haven't seen them in quite some time," Patrick asked, speaking a bit more freely than usual.

"Well, everyone is fine, but also very busy. I'm sure you've heard about the Angel invasion situation. Even though you are stationed here, I assume you receive news occasionally," Anthony explained, earning a nod from Patrick.

"So, everyone is in seclusion, as if preparing for a final, decisive battle," Anthony continued, his tone contemplative.

Patrick remained silent for a moment before responding, "But you are not in seclusion yourself, Young Master."

Anthony paused briefly, then shook his head, stating, "I have already completed mine, Uncle Patrick," his voice steady and calm.

"I thought you mentioned you were looking around," Patrick inquired, his tone neutral yet probing.

"Yes, that was after my own seclusion," Anthony replied without hesitation. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly stopped, his head snapping to the side and then tilting slightly upward toward the heavens. His senses flared as he gazed far beyond the Blue Planet, toward the Military Alpha Base with precise focus.

"Uncle Patrick, it appears you are fortunate. My parents and grandparents have emerged from seclusion," Anthony announced without turning, a faint trace of satisfaction in his voice.

"It seems they have grown stronger once more," Butler Patrick remarked with a serene smile, as if this outcome was entirely expected.

"Indeed," Anthony concurred, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

Patrick paused for a moment before finally asking, "Are you departing already, Young Master?"

Anthony rose to his feet, his chair scraping backward with a soft sound. "Yes, I must. I have something to discuss, and it is best done now while they are all together and in high spirits due to their recent surge in combat prowess," Anthony explained, his tone composed and resolute.

"Please convey my regards to the Patriarch and Matriarch, Young Master," Butler Patrick said with a gentle smile, his stance retaining its respectful posture.

"I will. Furthermore, I will suggest they pay a visit, so you won't feel lonely and will have more work to do," Anthony replied, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, that would be most welcome," Butler Patrick stated.

"Farewell for now, Uncle Patrick," Anthony said calmly.

"Farewell, Young Master," Patrick bowed in response.

Anthony spoke no further and simply vanished from his spot, teleporting directly toward the Military Base with effortless grace. He traversed light-years as if they were mere meters beneath his command.

Millions of light-years from the Blue Planet, within a fortified Military Alpha Base, the entirety of the Null family had just emerged from their respective periods of seclusion. The only exceptions were Irene, who had never entered seclusion, and Anthony, whose presence wasn't outwardly visible but was undeniably felt.

"It appears we've all concluded our training concurrently," Mitchelle remarked with composure. A soul-bound tome hovered before her, its pages flipping unceasingly, as if meticulously recording the various affinities she had awakened during her time in seclusion.

"Alas, if only I could encounter another adversary akin to the Sword Origin," Michael lamented, shaking his head. He currently found himself without any worthy opponents capable of truly testing the extent of his newly acquired power.

After a brief period of contemplation, his thoughts turned, and he realized a suitable sparring partner did indeed exist – his own father.

"Father, what are your thoughts on a spar to gauge our current strength and familiarize ourselves with it?" Michael proposed, a broad grin spreading across his face at the very notion.

Collins' gaze shifted towards his son, but he simply conveyed his refusal with a shake of his head. "Seek out Klaus; I have no time to indulge you," he stated plainly, his tone utterly devoid of interest.

"Sigh... you only have time for your wife and not your son," Michael retorted, adopting a mock sorrowful expression and slightly amplifying his tone for dramatic effect.

"Well, my son has already surpassed a thousand years of age," Collins countered, his hands firmly clasped with Irene's, effectively dismissing Michael as if he were no more significant than a cast-off pebble.

"It seems everyone is celebrating their breakthroughs," a voice chimed in from an unseen location, its tone calm yet distinctly familiar. No one adopted a defensive posture, as every member of the family instantly recognized the speaker.

Their child, their grandchild, Null Anthony.