MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1122: Blood Servant

Upon hearing Mitchelle’s words, Anthony offered a smile. He understood their perspective, their concerns, but his own feelings differed. After all, he possessed a cheat. Moreover, they themselves were incapable of reaching the Upper Galaxies, so expecting them to devise a method for his ascension was, in Anthony’s view, utter madness—a concept that seemed not only unrealistic but fundamentally impossible given their inherent limitations.

"I’m merely acting as any son would; there’s no way I can just abandon my family and disappear," Anthony responded, his smile unwavering.

Reflecting on the novels he’d consumed during his past life on Earth, Anthony had often pondered how protagonists could just ascend to an Upper Galaxy or realm without any means of returning to their families, all in pursuit of reaching the absolute pinnacle. To him, such actions seemed foolish, even irrational, defying the very essence of familial bonds. What if tragedy struck? What if they never saw their loved ones again? That would be the final parting.

'Well, they are called fantasy novels for a reason; they are all fantasies,' Anthony mused internally. Yet, paradoxically, he could grasp the underlying logic to a degree he couldn't entirely dismiss.

If individuals within the Acarnis Galaxy received the Calling or Beckoning, they would bid farewell to their families before departing. The allure of ascending to a higher plane was immense—an irresistible draw promising power, growth, and transcendence beyond their current limitations.

Thus, while the act seemed nonsensical to him, he paradoxically understood it, recognizing how desire and ambition could often overshadow logic and emotional attachments.

'If I lacked these cheats, would I still leave my parents behind?' Anthony posed the question to himself, letting it linger. 'Eventually, I would have devised the Mirror Dimension method,' he contemplated, acknowledging that even without his present advantages, he would have sought a solution—a path enabling him to pursue strength without severing his connections.

As Anthony remained lost in his thoughts, Michael’s voice cut through the silence, calm and steady.

"So, what method do you intend to employ to compel the hand of whoever or whatever bestows this Calling?" Michael inquired. He harbored absolute confidence that if Anthony, his 'baby monster,' declared it, he could undoubtedly achieve it. After all, Anthony had consistently delivered one miracle after another.

Anthony paused for a moment before speaking, deciding against withholding any information. His parents and grandparents had always placed their complete trust in him; there was no reason for deception or concealment.

"Upon awakening at the age of ten, I gained an ability unknown to all of you," he began. However, before he could elaborate further, Irene interjected, her voice laced with a light, teasing tone.

"You seem to have awakened quite a few abilities, Anthony," Irene jested, gazing at him with a smile. Her expression conveyed both amusement and a hint of disbelief at the sheer number of extraordinary capabilities he appeared to possess.

Anthony simply shook his head and continued, "The ability is blood-related; it's called Blood Servant. It functions when a third party consumes my blood. Just as the name implies, anyone affected by this ability becomes my servant, utterly loyal unto death. In essence, even my greatest enemies in life can be transformed into my most devoted servants," he explained, his gaze carefully scanning their faces for any sign of a negative reaction, ready to address any concerns that such a revelation might provoke.

Irene, Collins, Michael, and Mitchelle didn’t require Anthony to explicitly state it; they understood this was the method he planned to utilize. As for their feelings regarding the functions and effects of the Blood Servant ability, they had none. As beings with a minimum of a thousand years of existence, they had encountered more variations of mind control, soul manipulation, and psychic restriction abilities than they could possibly count; to them, Anthony’s ability was merely another in that vast category.

But did they object to Anthony using this ability on them? They did not, so long as it didn't alter their personalities or transform them into fanatical zealots or anything of the sort. They were content with it; after all, it wasn't as if they were ever going to betray their son.

"Blood Servant has two functions; I've already mentioned one. The second is that it elevates the talent of whoever drinks my blood to the highest point possible. But it doesn’t just elevate talent in one aspect, but in every single parameter, even mundane things like singing, gaming, or even things you can’t do, like father becoming a mage; it skyrockets your talent in everything," Anthony elaborated. "In essence, the limitations imposed by your awakened class become null and void, allowing you to surpass the very framework that previously dictated your potential."

Anthony's revelation left them utterly speechless and astounded. The notion of breaking free from their awakened class limitations was already astonishing, but to be informed that this Blood Servant could nurture and enhance talent across all domains to its zenith was simply mind-boggling.

"Anthony, I truly hope you are not jesting," Collins implored, his normally impassive and stoic demeanor fracturing. Even he was rendered stunned, his composure momentarily shattered by the sheer immensity of the information being presented.

"I wish I were, Grandpa," Anthony responded, a shake of his head accompanying his words. "But as I previously stated, this ability is intrinsically linked to the loyal servant-to-the-death function. It's for this very reason that I hesitated to bestow it upon you all these years. Hence, I opted for the fruit from earlier as a substitute," Anthony elucidated.

A chorus of nods affirmed their understanding; the explanation resonated perfectly, and a collective smile spread amongst them. Had Anthony wished, he could have kept the servant perk a secret, but his transparency was deeply appreciated. It wasn't a matter of increasing their trust in him, for their trust was already unshakeable and absolute.

"Well, as long as we don't end up as mere puppets, or hollow shells incapable of independent thought without explicit directives, nor transform into fanatical beings with drastically altered personalities, then I have no objections," Mitchelle stated, a serene smile gracing her features. Her tone was measured and reassuring as she articulated the unspoken thoughts of the group.

Every other person present concurred. The matter of the servant bond had faded from their minds, their focus now entirely on the promised talent enhancement. Who wouldn't desire an elevation in talent, particularly one that offered the potential to transcend current limitations and ascend to a plane of unparalleled capability and mastery?