MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1120: Level Of Galaxies
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
With a serene smile gracing his features, Anthony emerged from the spatial rift, his presence radiating a calm and welcoming aura to his assembled family.
"It has been some time," Anthony greeted them.
Mitchelle, his mother, was the first to approach. She embraced her son with profound affection, then gently pulled back, ruffling his hair. Regardless of how formidable Anthony became, her perception of him as her only child remained unchanged.
The rest of the family stepped forward, offering Anthony various smiles. He reciprocated each greeting with equal warmth, his expression relaxed yet brimming with affection.
"It appears you've emerged from seclusion, Monster Baby," Michael remarked, clapping Anthony on the shoulder with a light, affectionate tone.
"I was not in seclusion, Dad," Anthony replied, calmly shaking his head.
Michael raised an eyebrow, having assumed Anthony had been meditating. "So, you were out with my daughter-in-law? Where is she?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Anthony shook his head once more. "Vega left me to her own devices and entered seclusion, leaving me alone," he sighed. He genuinely missed her presence; though only ten days had passed, it felt like an eternity without her, her absence weighing on him more heavily than anticipated.
"Then where have you been?" Mitchelle asked, her tone gentle yet inquisitive.
"Just spending time with some friends," Anthony answered placidly, his words causing everyone present to pause, the statement sinking in.
"Why the surprised looks? I am permitted to have friends, you know," Anthony stated, a faint trace of amusement flickering across his face as he shook his head.
"Ahem," Michael cleared his throat. "We know you have friends, but to our knowledge, they are also in seclusion. We were unaware you had other companions besides Aaaninja and Lucian," he elaborated, his tone thoughtful.
Collins remained silent, his gaze fixed and observant, while Irene watched with a soft smile, quietly absorbing the exchange.
"Well, I have friends from my Academy days; they were present at our last family estate birthday celebration," Anthony explained. Bryan and the others had indeed been there, their presence not entirely novel.
"Hmm... I do recall them," Irene murmured, lost in thought. Initially, she had assumed Anthony was referring to someone like Evelyn, her own disciple, but now it seemed she had been mistaken.
"Well, I am pleased you have made more friends," Mitchelle commented with a smile, gracefully lowering herself into a seat, crossing her legs with elegant composure.
Anthony let out another sigh and decided to shift the conversation. "It seems everyone has experienced a surge in power, hasn't that right?" he inquired casually, his eyes scanning them observantly.
"Indeed, while I wasn't in seclusion myself, I suppose with the skill books and artifacts you bestowed upon me, I've also seen an increase in my power," Irene mused aloud, sitting beside Collins, her voice calm and reflective.
Mitchelle smiled at Anthony's observation, her gaze resting on the newly awakened affinity she had long desired. A quiet contentment settled upon her features.
"You are of age now," Michael began, a proud and anticipatory smile spreading across his face. "How about a spar between father and son?" he proposed.
Anthony was about to refuse, but he halted himself. He had always sidestepped spars with his father, anticipating endless post-match critiques. However, there was no longer a reason to decline; even if Michael lost and sought a rematch, Anthony could simply dispatch a clone to handle him, a simple and efficient solution.
Yet, before Anthony could voice his acceptance after reaching his conclusion, Mitchelle interjected.
"Don't drag our son into one of your sparring matches," Mitchelle stated protectively, fixing her husband with a firm gaze.
"Mitchelle, you do recognize he is no longer a child, correct?" Michael asked lamenting, slightly spreading his hands.
"Then, by your own logic, you should cease calling him Monster Baby," Mitchelle countered immediately. She then turned to Anthony, asking, "Do you have any idea when Vega will emerge from seclusion?"
"Not precisely, but much like you all, the moment she does, I will be aware," Anthony replied. Although he didn't know the exact timing, he felt certain Vega would emerge soon.
"What brings you here, Anthony? Even though Vega isn't present, your visits are typically for a reason," Collins finally initiated conversation, his calm yet discerning tone suggesting he knew Anthony's visits were usually driven by necessity."Grandpa, you make it sound as if I don't cherish my family," Anthony feigned a broken heart, clutching his chest dramatically as his voice adopted a tone of playful exaggeration.
Collins remained silent, simply observing Anthony's performance. He held his wife's hand, his gaze patient and unfooled, yet unbothered by the display.
"Alright," Anthony conceded, his tone softening slightly as he added, "While I do have a purpose for my visit, I also genuinely came to check on all of you."
As he spoke, his smile slowly faded, replaced by a more serious demeanor. His eyes met everyone's simultaneously, and a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere as the family silently waited to hear his reason for coming.
Anthony pondered how to broach the subject. He couldn't simply blurt out, "You're all too untalented to ascend, so drink my blood and become stronger." Such words felt demonic, akin to calling his parents trash, an idea that struck him as crude and repugnant.
His mind raced, searching for the right approach. After a thoughtful pause, he exhaled and began, choosing his words with deliberate care.
"I wish to discuss something I refer to as the Calling, or the Beckoning," Anthony stated, his voice steady.
His family listened with rapt attention, aware that their descendant possessed knowledge and power far beyond the ordinary, making his pronouncements worthy of deep consideration.
"As you are aware, the existence of another Galaxy is not a secret," Anthony continued. "The Divinora Galaxy and the mission report concerning the Executioner's activities on the Fracture World during the Military Base Alpha-6 operation serve as confirmation." He paused briefly. "Galaxies exist on various tiers; there are the Upper Galaxies and the Lower Galaxies. Our own Acarnis Galaxy and the Divinora Galaxy are examples of Lower Galaxies, while the Galaxy from which the Executioner originates is an example of an Upper Galaxy," he explained calmly and deliberately, ensuring his foundation was clearly laid as he had ample time.