MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1147: Seal

The Demon King's thoughts returned from his contemplation, his focus now shifting back to the God's projection and the inquiry regarding his knowledge of Anthony.

"I'm afraid I can't offer much, I don't truly know anything," the Demon King replied with honesty. While he acknowledged past encounters with Anthony and recalled some of his abilities, they were insignificant, lacking any distinguishing features. Yet, a fleeting memory of the blue flames Anthony employed to obliterate his Soul Fragment at the time surfaced, a detail he deliberately chose to disregard.

"What do you mean by that?" the God's projection questioned, a clear sense of bewilderment in his tone, having anticipated that the Demon King would possess at least some valuable intelligence.

"I mean we fought, but there's nothing particularly special about him that warrants a specific warning," the Demon King stated, his voice even and composed, projecting an air of calculated indifference.

The God's projection regarded the Demon King for a moment, his gaze probing as if attempting to discern the veracity behind the words, before eventually nodding with slight displeasure.

However, the Demon King harbored a different concern, a different individual he wished to alert the God's projection about: Klaus. After all, this very individual had breached the Abyssal Realm and vanquished his True Body solely because his daughter had been compelled to kneel. The recollection alone sufficed to ignite a rare flicker of caution within him. He contemplated mentioning this, but ultimately concluded that discussing such a person might attract unwelcome attention, potentially even alerting Klaus to their current clandestine meeting.

'It would be best to inform the foolish God about the human at a later juncture, perhaps when he finally commences the invasion,' the Demon King mused internally, disinclined to court any unnecessary risks after having come so agonizingly close to realizing his long-cherished ambition.

"So, how shall we address him? Do you intend to confront him personally?" the God's projection inquired calmly.

Stroking his chin pensively for a moment, the Demon King responded, "We shall handle him collectively, just in case he has gained further strength since our last encounter. Should we find ourselves unable to contend with him, we will proceed to seal him within the Divinora Galaxy." His tone was measured, presenting what appeared to be a meticulously devised strategy.

The God's projection lapsed into thought for a brief period, then simply nodded in agreement. The proposed solution seemed logical, considering Anthony's inability to traverse galaxies, making his return from the Divinora Galaxy to the Acarnis Galaxy exceedingly difficult even if the seal were somehow broken.

"I find that notion agreeable," the God's projection finally declared, offering a slight inclination of his head in assent.

"Are there any other matters you wish to broach?" the Demon King inquired calmly, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

The God's projection paused, his consciousness sifting through a multitude of considerations. However, given the nature of their alliance and the limitations of their current communication channel, few other topics demanded immediate attention. Furthermore, their next meeting, scheduled during the Divinora Invasion, would involve their True Bodies, not mere projections.

"There is nothing else," the God's projection replied.

A smile graced the Demon King's lips, appearing pleased with the meeting's progression. "Then, I presume this conference concludes. It has been a distinct pleasure, almighty God," he remarked, a hint of playful irony lacing his words.

The God's projection remained impassive. He was well aware that the Demon King's consistent address of him as 'almighty God' was a subtle form of mockery. However, did he care? Not in the slightest. His ego was far from fragile, and such trivial provocations held no significance for him.

Just as both the Demon King and the God's projection readied themselves to dissipate, signaling the end of their exchange, a voice suddenly resonated within their shared awareness, carried through the ambient gaseous medium.

"And what if your sealing fails? What course of action will you then pursue?" the voice inquired placidly, as though it had been an integral part of their discussion from its inception.

Both the Demon King's and the God's projections' eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated astonishment.

The reason for their profound shock was straightforward: they had operated under the firm belief that they were the sole entities present on this Rogue Planet. Their meeting had been conducted in absolute secrecy, with both parties continuously scanning not only the planet itself but also extending their senses outward for millions of kilometers into the surrounding space, ensuring no observer was present.

And yet... despite all their meticulous precautions, an unknown individual had managed to elude their vigilance.

As for the identity of this unexpected presence... they did not need to speculate. Both instantly recognized the voice.

Their gazes simultaneously shot towards a specific point in the sky. There, the oppressive darkness blanketing the area began to writhe erratically, as if unable to contain what was poised to emerge. The very heavens tore asunder with effortless grace, the fabric of space parting like a flimsy curtain. Eons themselves quivered, caught in a moment of profound anticipation. A gaping maw ripped open, spilling forth with a presence that felt almost alive.

And from the abyss, a solitary figure materialized.

Standing at an imposing six foot nine, with eyes the color of the boundless sky and hair like cascading moonlight, a katana resting with effortless calm at his hip, the being exuded an overwhelming aura that seemed to warp the very essence of reality surrounding him.

Null Anthony, at long last, had made his grand entrance.

He surveyed both of them from above, his gaze implying that he alone was the true deity, while they, in spite of their formidable power, were mere pretenders bathed in his divine light.

A profound silence descended upon the Rogue Planet, freezing all movement. The atmosphere grew thick and oppressive, threatening to suffocate all within its grasp. Two ethereal projections gazed upon a single youth, their minds whirring with countless calculations and hypothetical scenarios, desperately attempting to grasp the magnitude of the unfolding events.

The Demon King and the God didn't need to voice their thoughts to understand that Anthony had likely observed their entire clandestine meeting from its inception. However, this dawning realization only amplified their bewilderment, leaving them with a single, burning question that echoed in the sudden void:

This clandestine assembly was intended to be shrouded in absolute secrecy, utterly beyond the reach of any prying eyes or external interference.

Instantaneously, the God and the Demon King exchanged a sharp glance, suspicion briefly flaring between them as each considered the treacherous possibility of betrayal. Yet, the moment their eyes locked, that flicker of doubt dissolved as rapidly as it had ignited.

They arrived at the identical conclusion, a shared understanding dawning in an instant.

Anthony had discovered their presence through means entirely unknown to them.

A faint smile touched Anthony's lips as he finally spoke, his voice measured yet carrying an indisputable edge. "You two still haven't addressed my inquiry, you know?" he inquired, his stark white hair drifting gently in an unfelt breeze.

"What if your grand scheme to seal me away falters? What then?" he reiterated, his tone imbued with genuine curiosity, yet subtly underscored by a playful amusement, as if he were thoroughly relishing the spectacle unfolding before him.