MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1141: Child

The God’s projection remained unmoving at the mention of Anthony’s name, yet his eyes betrayed him with a fleeting, subtle flicker, a micro-expression the Devil King’s projection captured with absolute ease. A moment passed, stretching ambiguously, before the God’s projection finally broke the silence.

"I am aware of the child," the God’s projection declared with an air of detached calm.

"A child, you say?" The Devil King’s projection responded, a hint of amusement coloring his tone, his voice laced with a playful taunt.

While the God’s projection offered no further details, he was indeed cognizant of Anthony. The God possessed a unique ability, granting him insight into every memory his Angels held. Furthermore, he could perceive, hear, feel, and experience events through their senses in real-time, should he choose to do so. He had utilized this power extensively, amassing information on every individual within the Arcanis Galaxy, leaving virtually nothing beyond his all-seeing perception.

Though unspoken, if there was one entity that gave him pause, it was Anthony. After all, witnessing Anthony transform his Angels into Demons had plunged him into a state of profound shock, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his initial discovery of the Arcanis Galaxy centuries ago, before he established a connection through the Tears in Reality.

It wasn't solely Anthony's capability to rewrite DNA that left him most astonished; it was his apparent ability to transmute one form of energy into another, a feat that defied all fundamental principles. He had personally observed Anthony convert Faith Energy—a power intrinsically linked to his Angels and the lesser races who offered worship—into Chaos energy, a domain that should have belonged exclusively to Demons.

Moreover, he had watched Anthony seamlessly shift between Faith Energy and Chaos energy during their confrontation, moving as if unburdened by the constraints and limitations imposed by the very Laws of Reality.

"To be candid, he is also a primary reason for my seeking you out," the Demon King’s projection stated. Despite the God’s projection’s reticence, the Demon King inferred that his counterpart possessed a deeper understanding of Anthony than he was willing to admit.

"I engaged him mere months ago," the Demon King continued. "He was considerably weaker then, unable to overcome even one of my clones, which held less than one percent of my true power. He required the assistance of two companions to contend with it. Yet, now, he demonstrates the capacity to clash with me on equal footing." The Demon King's usually unseen eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke of Anthony, his tone adopting a newly serious undertone.

Several months prior, Anthony, Aaaninja, and Lucian had collectively faced a soul clone of the Demon King. However, the Demon King had misjudged the situation, erroneously believing Anthony had summoned Aaaninja out of desperation due to his inability to win alone. He remained unaware that Aaaninja had joined the fray independently, with Lucian following suit shortly thereafter.

At the Demon King’s words, the God’s projection's 'eyes' sharpened, betraying his disbelief at such an exponential surge in power. The transition from subduing a fraction of the Demon King's power with allies to engaging him at full strength within such a short span left him utterly dumbfounded.

Such an accelerated increase in power was virtually unprecedented. He himself possessed the means to empower his Angels, advancing their celestial ranks. However, this process relied on the collective Faith and worship gathered across the entirety of the Galaxy—a system demanding considerable time, unwavering devotion, and structured organization.

Without this unadulterated Faith and fervent prayers, he would lack the essential blessings for his Angels and the means to further their evolution.

Furthermore, he fully comprehended the Demon King's immense power. Had he not, or if he harbored any doubt about the Demon King's superiority, he certainly wouldn't be present for this discussion. He recognized the Demon King as the sole entity capable of jeopardizing his meticulously laid plans, hence his presence at this clandestine meeting.

As for beings like the Spirit King? He felt no apprehension towards such existences; he could annihilate them with effortless ease should the need arise, their power utterly insignificant compared to his own divine authority.

"Is such a feat even conceivable?" the God’s projection inquired, his gaze fixed upon the Demon King’s projection, his tone revealing a rare crack of incredulity.

"Entities such as ourselves, who have endured through the ages, possess the innate ability to discern falsehood. You, too, must surely recognize whether I speak truth or embellish," the Demon King retorted, the same subtle, knowing smile gracing his lips, as if finding the entire exchange mildly entertaining.

Despite his words, the projection of the God remained unmoved. After all, deception doesn't always require outright lies. The long-vanished Devil race from the Divinora Galaxy served as a prime example; truth itself could be warped, reshaped, and presented as mere manipulation, yet still retain its veracity.

"He poses a threat to our endeavor," the Demon King stated, his voice measured and deliberate.

However, the instant the word "our" was uttered, the God's projection's eyes flared with gold for a fleeting moment. "Our endeavor?" he queried, his tone laden with immense gravity, causing the very air around them to subtly vibrate with the resonance of his voice.

"Indeed, our endeavor," the Demon King responded, utterly unfazed by the projection's display of might, as if such ostentatious displays were beneath his notice. Having existed for countless ages, these trivial matters were far below him.

"And pray tell, what is this 'our endeavor' you speak of?" the God's projection inquired, suspicion lacing his tone. He already suspected the Demon King was attempting to insinuate himself into affairs where he held no rightful place, much like one coveting a slice of a pie never intended for them.

The Demon King met the God's gaze with a glint of amusement, replying with an indifferent air, "While your Angels, the beings of the lower realms, and perhaps the entirety of the Divinora Galaxy, might be swayed by your holy and benevolent facade of love, mercy, and universal acceptance, I, regrettably, am not," the Demon King began, his voice a low, amused murmur. "Others may fail to penetrate your scheme, but unfortunately for you, my esteemed and mighty God, I am far too perceptive and cunning to be fooled by such pretenses. It is precisely for this reason that I wish to align myself with your plan."

The God's projection offered no interruption, merely listening in profound silence, his expression unreadable as the Demon King's words permeated the space between them.