MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 874: For Their Sake

Anthony, Lucian, Aaaninja, Kingsley, and Vega floated freely within the boundless void of space, engaged in a relaxed conversation. In the distance, the faint shimmer of innumerable stars was mirrored in the calm expressions of the group. Despite the cosmic scale of the environment and the gravity of their recent deeds, their demeanor remained casual, as if the fierce battle they had just finished was merely a daily routine.

"Well... that served as a decent stretch after several years of training," Lucian remarked with a grin, rotating his shoulders and extending his arms. His mind briefly revisited the combat that had concluded only moments ago, but instead of lingering stress, he felt a surge of excitement. He was already anticipating his next opponent.

"I can certainly agree with that sentiment," Aaaninja added, a subtle smile playing on his lips. Even though he had crushed his foe with minimal effort, the experience had been entertaining—far more engaging than his previous encounter with the Ten Winged Angel, which he had found quite tedious by comparison.

"Hooo... I expected you to disagree with Lucian," Anthony noted from the side, grinning with clear amusement. "You know, considering you can peer into the future and all." His tone was playful, making it obvious that he had also thoroughly enjoyed the skirmish.

Aaaninja let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "Even though I possess the passive ability to see into the future, it doesn’t mean I can’t suppress it whenever I choose," he explained. By deactivating his foresight of the immediate seconds ahead, he was able to experience the thrill of battle in real-time like everyone else, unburdened by the weight of knowing the outcome.

"However, I must say," Aaaninja continued, turning his attention toward Anthony, "it looked like you had the most fun out of all of us." He paused for a moment before adding, "While I was fighting, I made sure to observe your progress over the last few years. After all, you are the wall I eventually have to climb."

"That’s true," Lucian piped up. "Playing the role of Evil versus Justice... I really should have thought of that." A trace of a regretful smile crossed his face as he spoke. "It certainly made your fight much more captivating to watch."

Anthony merely shook his head, smiling at Lucian’s comment. He was savoring the moment without overcomplicating things. After all, what use was possessing immense power if one couldn't find enjoyment? Living as a cold-blooded killer who couldn't take a joke or find pleasure in combat seemed like a miserable existence to him.

"But... I have a question," Aaaninja began tentatively, "if you don’t mind me asking, that is."

"Go ahead," Anthony answered instantly. He wasn't particularly concerned about what the question might be.

With permission granted, Aaaninja asked, "How are you able to utilize Chaotic energy?" He paused briefly to clarify, "I don’t mean to imply you’re a demon or anything of the sort. It’s just... it might stir up some trouble among the so-called Older Generation."

Anthony had foreseen this inquiry. His mastery of Chaotic energy had caught many off guard. Even Kingsley and Vega, who had been by his side almost daily for over a year, had never witnessed him wielding it until today.

"Aaaninja," Anthony said calmly, "you seem to have forgotten that power is the sole law within the Galaxy and the universe." His voice remained steady as he continued, "What authority do these members of the Older Generation have to challenge my skills or even hold an opinion regarding my Chaos energy?"

Anthony frequently acted the part of the younger generation, mainly because he was only twenty years old. However, that didn't mean he would permit anyone to overstep their bounds. If those from the Older Generation crossed the line, he would be more than happy to show them their place.

Aaaninja smiled slightly. The answer was exactly what he expected from Anthony.

"Regarding my use of Chaotic energy," Anthony went on, "I have an ability that permits me to command various energy types without suffering any backlash." With a calm expression, he lifted one hand. Mana began to pulse outward, causing ripples in the fabric of space. One after another, different forces manifested: Sword Intent, Arrow Intent, Spear Intent, Blood energy, Chaotic energy, and finally... Faith energy.

Shock filled the eyes of everyone present as they stared at the shimmering gold energy in Anthony’s palm. They could hardly believe what they were seeing. Faith energy—a rare force linked to divinity, belief, and the alien Angels from a distant Galaxy—was being manipulated as casually as if it were basic mana.

Even Lucian, who was already aware that Anthony could control all forms of energy, was taken aback. He hadn't realized that Faith energy was also under Anthony's command.

"This is completely insane," Vega whispered, her gaze fixed on the glowing radiance.

"Isn’t this ability a bit too overpowered?" Aaaninja asked, his voice thick with disbelief. "You are utilizing an energy source from a completely different Galaxy, something that is supposedly tied directly to their God."

Anthony smirked. "Don’t sweat it," he said dismissively. "There's no need to overthink it. If their God decides to try anything, I’ll just send him to his grave."

The group collectively shook their heads at Anthony’s remark. By this point, they were more or less used to his absurd levels of confidence.

"The list of enemies certainly seems to be growing," Vega noted thoughtfully. "First, we have a God and his twelve formidable Twelve Winged Angels. Then there is the Demon King and his one hundred—well, ninety-nine—powerful servants." A faint smile touched her lips as a spark of anticipation lit up her eyes. It was clear she was eager for the next massive battle and the bloodshed that would follow.

Lucian’s dark eyes moved from Vega to Anthony. Leaning in, he whispered while covering his mouth with his hand, "It looks like you’ve married a female version of yourself."

Anthony nearly doubled over with laughter at Lucian’s observation. He had no idea how Lucian had come to that conclusion.

"I am personally interested in those Twelve Winged Angels," Kingsley finally remarked. His voice was flat and devoid of emotion, as was his habit. "I simply hope they aren't overrated."

"For their sake," Anthony added with a soft smile, "I hope so as well."

However, that smile carried a chilling weight—a silent promise of a one-sided slaughter should the Twelve Winged Angels fail to live up to the hype.