MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1123: Fatherly Advice

Anthony remained silent for a moment before shaking his head. "It seems I neglected to mention it," he said, a hint of realization coloring his tone.

"Mention what?" Michael inquired, his brows furrowing slightly as curiosity sparked in his eyes.

"I have successfully removed the Servant effects from the Blood Servant ability," Anthony declared, a proud smile gracing his features, showcasing a quiet sense of accomplishment.

Of course, ??? was the true architect behind removing the effect solely for his parents, but revealing that truth was not an option, was it?

"Then why didn't you just say so from the start?" Irene questioned, raising an eyebrow. Her gaze was fixed on him with a touch of exasperation.

"Well, I was still in the midst of explaining the ability itself. Who knew everyone would so readily accept the offer, even knowing its Servant perk?" Anthony retorted in his defense, his voice calm yet tinged with amusement.

They could only offer a sigh at Anthony's words, as the truth of his statement was undeniable, and none of them could possibly refute it.

"So, when precisely did you remove the restrictions?" Collins asked calmly, his voice steady as ever, though his eyes remained keenly focused on Anthony.

"Before you emerged from seclusion. I had pondered methods to achieve this for years, and then, it finally happened," Anthony responded without hesitation, his expression remaining perfectly composed.

Collins gave a nod, saying no further words, seemingly content with the explanation provided.

Michael observed Anthony for a moment, his gaze deep and thoughtful, before posing his question: "Is there a limit to the number of individuals who can become your Blood Servants?"

"I do not believe so," Anthony replied, meeting Michael's gaze. His voice held a quiet certainty, despite the inherent ambiguity of his answer.

"Though you are all grown and possess power exceeding ours, even combined, I am still your father. Therefore, I must offer this advice: after utilizing the Blood Servant ability on us, if there is any way to reinstate the Servant perk, please do so before extending it to anyone else. While I cannot compel you, this is merely advice from a father to his son," Michael stated, his tone adopting a fatherly quality. He made no attempt to pressure Anthony or sway his decision; the choice rested entirely with Anthony. Michael felt he had done all he could by offering this counsel in a calm and measured manner.

Personally, he also felt the urge to inquire about the current number of Blood Servants Anthony possessed, but he refrained, considering it none of his business. Furthermore, since Anthony had only recently nullified the Servant perk, it implied that even if Anthony had acquired any servants in the past, the possibility of betrayal was nonexistent.

"I understand, Father. Thank you for the advice," Anthony replied. He could tally on one hand the times Michael had ever offered him counsel; the man was inherently free-spirited, imposing no restrictions on others and preferring to let them forge their own paths.

"So, one final question, just to ensure I grasp it correctly: with this Blood ability, our innate talent will no longer require further enhancement, correct?" Mitchelle asked, seeking absolute certainty, as this marked the second instance Anthony was augmenting their talents.

"Yes, after this, there will be no more," Anthony confirmed without a second thought.

Mitchelle nodded and then spoke, "Let us commence then; what do you require us to do?"

At her words, Anthony fell into contemplation. He didn't require any specific action from them, but recalling Spectre and the others' pained reactions as they ingested his blood, he deemed it prudent to conduct the process within the Mirror Dimension, a space where any unforeseen repercussions could be contained without impacting the external world.

"Let's relocate first," Anthony announced, followed by a decisive snap of his fingers.

His action caused space, time, void, and reality to fracture and warp around him and the others, resembling shards of glass within an eternally spinning kaleidoscope. In an instant, they found themselves standing within the Mirror Dimension, the transition seamless yet profoundly surreal.

Michael and the others surveyed their surroundings, their gazes settling upon the open grassy field they now occupied. Nothing else was visible – no trees, no mountains, no bodies of water – just an endless expanse of grass stretching infinitely in every direction, pristine and eerily tranquil.

"There is nothing you need to do. While there may be a degree of discomfort, your considerable pain tolerance ensures you will all endure," Anthony explained calmly, his gaze sweeping over each of them.

Everyone nodded in agreement, then lowered themselves into a lotus position, patiently awaiting the blood that Anthony would provide.

With the activation of his Blood Servant ability, Anthony instantly felt his blood respond. It seemed to reverse its course, flowing back into his heart before congesting and then streaking out of his chest, floating into the open air with a controlled, almost ethereal motion.

This procedure was repeated four times, resulting in four golden drops of blood suspended in the air. They hung as if they were ordinary blood, devoid of any mysterious aura, simply existing quietly yet containing immense power.

Irene, Collins, Michael, and Mitchelle raised an eyebrow. When Anthony had mentioned drinking his blood, they had anticipated perhaps a bowl or a cup, but a single drop was far beyond their expectations. However, did they complain? Certainly not; after all, they were Humans, not Vampires.

’Is this the reason the Second Supreme Monarch sought a liter of Anthony’s blood so many times?’ Mitchelle couldn’t help but wonder, as the Second Supreme Monarch’s previous predicament with Anthony now seemed entirely reasonable. ’Well, it no longer matters; he has been dealt with,’ she dismissed the thought entirely.

"Just swallow it and do nothing else; do not channel your mana or anything," Anthony instructed, then directed the blood toward everyone, who opened their mouths without hesitation.

The moment they swallowed the blood, they closed their eyes, remaining silent as they awaited any reaction or pain. However, a few seconds passed with no discernible effect. None of them reacted, as patience was a virtue long cultivated and mastered by beings as ancient as they were.

The very next moment, the reaction they had all been anticipating arrived with full force, expected yet impossible to disregard.

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