MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 885 - Capítulo 885: Opinion Of A Weakling

The cosmic atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation as the group locked eyes. It felt as though any sudden movement would act as a catalyst, causing the others to pounce and igniting a battle without warning. An invisible pressure weighed down on the void between them, warping the very silence as killing intent clashed before a single strike had been exchanged.

The Older Generation felt the tension thickening, yet they remained silent. With calm and knowing expressions, they simply watched the five figures, curious to see the drama unfold. These five individuals were far from ordinary, and such a confrontation was a rare sight even for beings who had existed for countless eons.

However, before the breaking point was reached and the inevitable fight began, Vega’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

“This is neither the time nor the place for that.”

Her command carried undeniable weight. Almost instantly, the suffocating pressure dissipated as if a switch had been flipped. The fierce battle intent flickering in their eyes vanished in a heartbeat, becoming strangely subdued, reined in by sheer willpower.

Among the group, Anthony’s smirk was the most prominent. He was fully aware that he had become the primary target for Aaaninja, Lucian, and Aura Nova. Rather than being bothered by this, he found the situation entertaining. If he had his way, he would have preferred to fight all three simultaneously instead of one by one, if only to display his total dominance in every possible aspect.

While he wasn't naturally one to brag, a man was entitled to show off every now and then… right?

“I will select the ideal location and time,” Aaaninja announced calmly.

Every eyebrow in the vicinity shot up in surprise.

“When and where?” Lucian questioned instantly.

“I possess the coordinates to a unique timeline renowned for its various types of legendary ramen,” Aaaninja explained. “In that world, there is a lineage of chefs dedicated solely to recreating and perfecting increasingly divine versions of the dish. I have long desired to visit.” He paused for a second before adding firmly, “Once this meeting concludes, we shall go there, share a meal, and then engage in battle on a full stomach.”

His statement caused everyone to stare at him as if they were seeing a stranger. It seemed no one had realized he possessed such a… personality.

Aaaninja merely shook his head with a dismissive wave. “I am simply fascinated by a timeline that has spent eons refining a single craft. Do not mistake my interest for being a foodie,” he said, acting as if he were brushing away a ridiculous accusation.

Nobody was convinced.

“I suppose traveling to an entirely new timeline sounds like an enjoyable excursion,” Vega remarked, her eyes shimmering with interest. Despite being the daughter of Klaus and Amara, she had never ventured into a different timeline before.

‘Just how advanced is his time manipulation if he can find such a place and leap there at will?’ Vega wondered to herself. However, she quickly pushed the thought aside, choosing not to overthink it.

The only thing that mattered was exploring that world, tasting every bowl of ramen available, and perhaps watching the group tear into each other—or more accurately, watching Anthony dismantle them.

The group nodded in consensus, their faces filled with curiosity.

With that settled, the gathering began to disperse. One by one, the experts prepared to streak across the cosmic expanse to return to their home worlds. But just as they were about to leave, a voice rang out.

“Apologies, but there is a matter that seems to have been overlooked.”

A man from the Netherborn race spoke up, a grin spreading across his face.

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that Null Anthony utilized Chaotic Energy—a power famously wielded by demons and those who serve them—during his clash with the Eleven-Winged Angel?”

This remark caused many to scowl, except for the residents of the Blue Planet and Anthony’s inner circle.

Anthony stopped in his tracks. He had used his Perfect One skill to spread misinformation, but he had assumed the Older Generation would no longer care, especially since he had fought and defeated an Eleven-Winged Angel. Now, however, someone was publicly accusing him of being a demonic servant.

“Do you have nothing to say for yourself, Anthony?” the Netherborn man pressed, staring him down.

Every gaze shifted toward Anthony, awaiting his reply. Simultaneously, many looked toward the Older Generation of the Blue Planet to see how they would react. Their total lack of concern only added to the general confusion.

Anthony looked at the Netherborn with a calm expression before speaking with cold indifference. “And why would I bother defending myself against the opinion of a weakling?” His words were slow and sharp, ensuring the man felt the weight of every syllable.

The Netherborn’s face twisted in anger. “We battle demons every single day of our lives. Yet you stand there using their very power, and you won’t even offer an explanation?”

Anthony observed him for a moment before responding, “Are you actually going to do something, or are you just going to keep talking?” He held out a hand, beckoning with his fingers. “Come.”

A heavy silence fell between them.

The Netherborn man didn't budge. He wasn't a fool. He could see the other races watching silently, neither helping nor hindering him, as if they were simply waiting for the fallout.

“If you won’t move,” Anthony said softly, “then I will.”

The moment the words were uttered, he took a single step.

Reality flickered.

In less than a fraction of a millisecond, the gap between them vanished. Anthony was suddenly towering directly over the Netherborn man.

Before the man could even blink, Anthony’s hand gripped his blue-skinned shoulder. Suddenly, the weight of the entire world seemed to crash down upon him. His legs gave way violently, and his knees smashed into the cosmic floor. Terror gripped the man; he couldn't understand how he hadn't even seen the movement.

The other Older Generation Netherborns tried to intervene, but Anthony spoke a single word.

“Kneel.”

The command manifested as absolute law. Reality itself bowed to Anthony’s will. Instantly, every Netherborn present was forced to their knees.

“Since the Netherborn race is so fond of manipulating souls,” Anthony remarked calmly, his voice sending shivers down their spines, “I find myself wondering just how resilient your own souls are.”

He lifted his other hand, and Mana began to pulse gently around his fingertips. When the energy appeared, the onlookers gasped in shock. They couldn't fathom how Anthony could wield both Mana and Chaotic Energy simultaneously.

With a simple snap of his fingers, Mana flooded the surroundings, slamming into their bodies and piercing their very souls. Agonized screams echoed through the cosmic void as the supposed masters of soul manipulation felt their own spirits being torn apart in real-time.

In the past, Anthony might have dragged this out longer, as he had originally planned when setting his trap. But now, he had much more interesting things to do.

The Mana vanished as abruptly as it had arrived.

The Netherborns slumped over, convulsing as blood leaked from their mouths, desperately using their innate powers to stitch their fractured souls back together.

Anthony had spared their lives. He chose not to kill them simply because he had the power to decide. “Consider your lives a Christmas gift,” he noted casually as he turned and walked away, his gait relaxed and steady.