MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1132: Warmth Of Family

Mitchelle’s mind sparked with an idea. "Wait, what about communication that can span Upper Galaxies?" she inquired, her question sharp and to the point. "After all, we can’t just teleport to each other randomly; we also have to ask each other for updates once in a while, while also choosing the right moment to teleport to one another to avoid any type or form of complications."

Her companions nodded in unison at her words, their expressions shifting to a more contemplative mood. Even though a definitive decision to journey to separate Upper Galaxies had not yet been made, it was prudent to prepare for every conceivable outcome now, rather than face regret later. After all, once Ascension commenced, there would be no space for hesitation or oversight.

While Mitchelle harbored confidence in her capacity to eventually devise such a spell independently, she recognized that the present situation was neither the appropriate time nor place for experimentation. It was considerably safer and vastly more effective to entrust such matters to Anthony for the interim, thereby sidestepping unnecessary hazards concerning something as crucial as inter-Galactic communication.

"I was just getting to that," Anthony responded thoughtfully. Naturally, Anthony did not currently possess such a skill in his repertoire, but ultimately, it mattered little. With Quantum Manipulation at his command, manifesting such an ability was merely a function of contemplation, comprehension, and execution.

A third set of Skill Books materialized, appearing seamlessly before being distributed by Anthony via telekinesis. Akin to the Mirror Dimension and the Position Marker, this novel capability entirely obviated the need for Mana or any form of energy expenditure, rendering its application even more efficient and fluid.

Everyone promptly utilized their respective Skill Books and proceeded to test them on the spot. It wasn't that they harbored any doubt regarding Anthony's capabilities; rather, it was a deeply ingrained habit, an instinct honed through innumerable years of experience. Following a brief testing phase, they began employing the Position Marker on one another, meticulously layering their preparations. They even extended this to marking Anthony himself, ensuring a direct pathway to him regardless of distance or circumstance.

However, as they proceeded, they swiftly observed that Anthony made no reciprocal move to mark any of them, which immediately drew subtle glances in his direction.

"Why aren't you using the Position Marker?" Michael inquired, his curiosity palpable, though his tone remained unhurried.

"I already possess an ability that permits me to teleport between Galaxies, so there's no necessity," Anthony replied without a moment's pause, referencing the Authority Of Severance, a power that rendered the very notion of distance inconsequential to him.

"Are you certain? Although we haven't journeyed to the Upper Galaxies, I can already surmise that their Laws of Reality would prove far more formidable to manipulate, and their gravity would also be overwhelmingly intense," Mitchelle questioned, her concern genuine. She wasn't doubting Anthony but rather factoring in unknown variables.

"No need for concern. Even if the ability doesn't perform as anticipated, I can simply communicate with any of you, have you teleport to me, and then mark you all at that juncture," Anthony responded with a slight shake of his head, electing not to delve deeper into the intricacies of the Authority Of Severance.

His explanation prompted nods from everyone, who accepted it without further inquiry. While they held unwavering faith in his capabilities, the Upper Galaxies remained an uncharted territory fraught with unpredictable elements. Nonetheless, since Anthony himself displayed no apprehension, they decided to let the matter rest.

"Sigh, I can hardly believe that very soon we will be departing this Galaxy," Irene began, her voice soft as her gaze drifted skyward, as if attempting to penetrate its depths.

"Indeed, I never imagined it was possible, or rather, I failed to even consider the possibility at all," Collins added, mirroring her gaze as they both stared into the clouds, as though the Upper Galaxies were concealed just beyond their reach.

"It feels as though the entire Null family is in motion," Mitchelle remarked with a faint smile, her hair flowing gently in the breeze, her demeanor calm yet brimming with anticipation.

Anthony, sensing that everyone had been standing for a considerable duration, casually invoked Quantum Manipulation once more. With a simple gesture, multiple elaborately designed thrones materialized behind each individual. Without hesitation, everyone settled into their designated seats, their movements fluid and relaxed.

"I feel we should have left something behind, something that the Acarnis Galaxy would remember the Null family by," Michael stated, a bottle of alcohol manifesting in his hand, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

Mitchelle turned toward him, her eyes alight with curiosity. "What thoughts are brewing in that head of yours?"

"Nothing too taxing. Perhaps a child? They could be the continuation of the Null family right here, while we establish another lineage in the Upper Galaxies. Then, in the future, descendants from the Upper Galaxies could descend and handpick gifted individuals from this realm," Michael proposed, though his tone suggested he was jesting, given the sheer impossibility of such a plan under their present conditions.

Who could even guess how long it might take for Mitchelle to conceive? A decade? A hundred years? Perhaps even longer. And after that, they would have to wait for the child to mature and grow strong enough to depart, which would only extend the timeline considerably. Moreover, Anthony was an anomaly; there was no certainty that another offspring would inherit even a fraction of his extraordinary abilities.

Even with the Supreme Grade Bloodline, and inheriting from both Michael and Mitchelle, ensuring their talents would be beyond compare, still...

"A pity we simply have no time," Mitchelle stated, a slight shake of her head accompanying her words. After a short pause, she continued, "To be completely honest, I'm rather anticipating this Ascension. I haven't encountered anything truly exhilarating in over forty years," she confessed, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips.

"I share that sentiment," Michael chimed in, his own enthusiasm rekindled.

"It appears we've all lost interest in the Angels and their so-called God," Collins observed, his gaze shifting down from the heavens.

"At this juncture, we've likely surpassed the Twelve-Winged Angels. While we haven't directly clashed with one, I can reasonably deduce as much. Perhaps only a hypothetical Thirteen-Winged Angel could stand as an equal, assuming such a being even exists," Mitchelle mused thoughtfully.

Anthony remained quiet, absorbing their conversation, watching them with observant eyes. He had initially considered broaching the subject of Immortality later, but he ultimately decided against it. Without the necessary resources to pursue it at this precise moment, there was no point in introducing an unfinished concept.

He opted instead to simply remain seated in quiet contemplation, observing them, allowing himself to be enveloped by the comforting atmosphere, the shared laughter, the ease, and the unspoken connection that bound them together.

His gaze gradually lifted towards the sky, and as it did, his thoughts drifted back to his former existence; he had never known such things – no joyous laughter, no comforting warmth, no inner peace, no semblance of family.

Despite his current formidable power, exceptional talent, and striking appearance, Anthony cherished his family above all else.

For this present moment, for this profound peace, for this invaluable opportunity, he would forever hold gratitude towards ??? for eternity.

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