MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 886 - Capítulo 886: Suicidal Thoughts

Anthony departed with a relaxed and steady pace. By merely exerting his will, his form rose gracefully from the ground, drifting into the dark void as if he were immune to the laws of gravity. Within moments, he approached the spot where Aaaninja and the others had congregated, his aura calm and unruffled, as though the preceding events were nothing more than a triviality.

“You certainly showed them no mercy,” Aura Nova remarked, her eyes shifting toward the members of the Netherborn race. Their frames were shuddering with faint tremors, faces contorted in agony as the lingering effects of Anthony’s soul manipulation continued to ravage them.

“Actually, I did,” Anthony answered with a subtle grin, his voice light and nearly mocking. “Had I not, they would be corpses by now,” he added, his smile growing slightly wider. Anthony’s decision to spare them was rooted in a simple fact: they hadn't truly intended to kill him, and more importantly, he was the one who had sparked the misunderstanding in the first place. He had played along to see how the situation would unfold, and now they were simply enduring the consequences of that game.

“Well… I suppose they earned it,” Aura Nova said after a moment of silence. She vividly remembered the glare of the man who had challenged Anthony. His gaze had held more than just enmity; it contained a foul desire to probe into her very soul, as well as Akira’s.

Even though it had been a mere shadow of a thought in the man's mind, Aura Nova had detected it instantly. She possessed a natural attunement to malice, dark curiosity, and any intent rooted in harm.

Lucian, Aaaninja, Kingsley, and Vega showed no emotion. They spared only a passing look at the Netherborn elders before looking away with complete indifference. Had Aaaninja or Lucian been in Anthony’s shoes, the Netherborn would have been annihilated. No hesitation or pity would have been shown.

Other elders from various races watched the Netherborn with poorly hidden scorn, viewing them as fools who lacked an understanding of the fundamental laws of the world. Reality was indifferent to concepts of good or evil. Justice was merely a fabrication used by the weak to justify their existence. Power was the only truth, whether it originated from a holy source or the demonic path.

If the Netherborn lacked the Cultivation to challenge Anthony, why had they opened their mouths? Why antagonize a foe they couldn't best? It was the most basic rule of survival. This logic was why the other witnesses had stayed quiet, watching from the periphery. Even if Anthony utilized demonic Qi, if they couldn't execute him then and there, any lecture on morality was worthless.

Furthermore, did they really want to clash with those monsters from the Blue Planet? While the Dragon and the Titan might be manageable, the three humans were formidable opponents. No one was prepared to risk their lives over a single grievance. They had just finished an exhausting battle that lasted hours, and their Dantians and bodies were still riddled with wounds. Starting a new war now was nothing short of a death wish.

As for the Netherborn, their attempts to mend their fractured souls were useless. Their racial talent allowed for soul manipulation, but compared to Anthony’s current level of mastery, it was pitifully weak. Left with no choice, they produced several mysterious orbs. Breaking them instantly, the five Netherborn vanished from their kneeling positions, their bodies fading into the void.

Their destination was obvious; they were retreating to their home world, likely seeking an ancient Sect treasure or a soul-nourishing relic to heal. That was their only hope for recovery.

“It seems your mastery of the soul has advanced once again,” Aaaninja noted, his rainbow-colored, clock-like eyes turning toward Anthony. In their previous clash, Anthony had used this very power to secure a total victory over him.

“I do my best,” Anthony said modestly. Nevertheless, he could feel the thoughts racing through Aaaninja’s mind. As their next duel approached, would Anthony once again use soul manipulation to win?

Aaaninja himself doubted he could duplicate Anthony's recent feat. Although his talent was peerless, his Dao was rooted in Time, not the Soul. Clearing his head, Aaaninja pushed those concerns aside for the moment.

“Since you have introduced your mother,” Aaaninja said abruptly, “it is only fair that I introduce my parents as well.”

Anthony and the group showed a hint of surprise before nodding in assent.

Descending through the air, Aaaninja guided them toward his father, Zachary, and his mother, Nyxss. Introductions were exchanged, and the group soon became acquainted. Subsequently, Anthony introduced his own kin: his father, Michael, and his grandfather, Collins. Lucian was the most conspicuous among them, his excitement nearly boiling over as he greeted them with an intensity that was almost cringeworthy.

The rest of the friends watched him with odd expressions. He didn't look like a supreme expert; he looked like a nervous bride meeting her in-laws. Lucian felt their judgment but offered no explanation. They lacked the perspective to understand.

‘If Anthony activates his Authority of Information,’ Lucian pondered, ‘will he realize I am a reincarnator who entered this plot?’ His mind wandered further. ‘And if he finds out… won’t ??? also realize that this entire world is just a novel?’

He shook his head, eventually deciding that even with the Authority of Information, Anthony likely wouldn't pierce the truth of his reincarnation into the world of Might As Well Be OP.

However, Lucian was certain of one thing: if he told Anthony the truth directly, Anthony would believe him. But that thought led to a darker fear. ‘If I speak the words… will he hear them? Or will the laws of reality glitch to suppress the truth?’

And if Anthony did listen and believe, what would happen to the world? Would Anthony break the chains of the Author? And what of ???—would he finally see that he wasn't the ultimate peak of existence?

Lucian envisioned the absolute turmoil such a revelation would trigger. Simultaneously, he realized he could be purged by ???, Romulus, or even Anthony’s own system.

[The Host is warned to cease these suicidal thoughts] [The System will initiate unbinding if this path continues]

As these ideas swirled in Lucian's head, his system gave a cold warning, making it clear it wouldn't follow him into self-destruction.

Lucian took a long breath, clearing his mind before finally introducing his own parents to his comrades, finishing the round of greetings.

Aura Nova and Kingsley stood slightly apart, feeling a quiet sense of isolation. Neither possessed a family in the way the others did. One was an orphan who had survived on grit from birth. The other had once known love, only for it to transform into a bitter hatred that ended when he wiped out his own bloodline with his own hands.