MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 887 - Capítulo 887: Meeting Ending

With those words, the galaxy-wide assembly reached its official conclusion. One by one, the various powerhouses launched themselves into the cosmic heavens, their forms becoming streaks of light across the dark void as they journeyed back to their home worlds. There was a mountain of work ahead—strategies to finalize, orders to give, and, most urgently, wounds that required healing.

A great war was looming, drawing nearer with every heartbeat, and none could afford the luxury of procrastination. They had to ensure their preparations were flawless before the inevitable storm broke upon them.

“Will you be returning with us?” Mitchelle asked as she drifted toward Anthony. Now that the exodus had begun, she wished to know if her son intended to come home or stay behind with his companions.

She harbored no anxiety regarding Anthony’s safety. From her perspective, encountering an adversary capable of besting her son would be an astronomical anomaly. While she acknowledged that more formidable beings surely existed within the infinite stretches of the cosmos, the odds of a chance encounter with one were microscopic, unless he was being specifically hunted.

Anthony glanced toward Vega and Kingsley. While he could decide his own path in an instant, he wouldn't presume to speak for them. The two simply shook their heads. There was nothing urgent demanding their attention. Going back to Military Base Alpha-9 would only lead to tedious downtime; they preferred to remain here and strengthen their bonds with this new circle of friends.

Besides, no planetary-level missions were waiting for them at the base. Lacking the status of Supreme Monarchs and holding no vital administrative roles, their presence or absence at the military headquarters would change nothing.

“It looks like we're staying behind for now, Mom. We’ll head back later… perhaps after the duel for team captain,” Anthony replied, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

Mitchelle gave a gentle nod. “I truly wish I could stay to watch that,” she admitted. It was her honest desire to see her son’s Cultivation in action again and witness the extent of his progress.

“If you find yourself in a bind, you know how to reach me,” Michael’s voice interjected from nearby.

Anthony shifted his attention to his father. For a fleeting second, he felt the urge to joke, “But I’ve already surpassed you, so what could you possibly help me with?”

However, he suppressed the remark. Such things were meant for private family moments, not to be said in front of his peers or the gathered seniors.

Instead, he merely nodded with a smile. “I will, Dad.”

Michael returned the smile and a nod of acknowledgement. He then looked toward the other representatives of the Blue Planet, signaling that it was time for their group to depart.

“I shall catch up with you all shortly,” the First Supreme Monarch declared calmly.

Michael, Collins, Mitchelle, and the Third Supreme Monarch spared him a brief look before nodding. In the next breath, they vanished, their physical forms dissolving into the emptiness of the cosmic void.

The First Supreme Monarch’s intentions were transparent to them. He likely sought to forge a connection with a higher-tier organization. It didn't bother them; such was the nature of reality. The pursuit of greater power, status, and advancement was the natural drive of all living things. It was a path almost everyone followed.

The military wouldn't crumble simply because the First Supreme Monarch moved on. Furthermore, the strength of the Null family was more than sufficient to maintain the military’s dominance.

As the members of the older generation faded away, the First Supreme Monarch turned his golden-ringed eyes toward Anthony’s circle. The group felt the weight of his gaze and looked back, curious as to why he was observing them so intently.

It took Anthony only a moment to grasp the reason. His divine intelligence made the answer obvious. Had the others been more acquainted with the First Supreme Monarch’s personality, they would have reached the same conclusion.

Exhaling slowly, the First Supreme Monarch drifted forward. Though he would never admit it aloud, he possessed immense pride in his lineage, his race, his talent, and his many triumphs. Yet, he was wise enough to know that pride alone was hollow. Pride did not provide strength, nor did it accelerate one’s journey along the path of existence.

He came to a halt before Aaaninja, pausing for a second before he spoke. “Might I have a moment of your time?” he requested. The heavy, authoritative tone he usually carried was gone. He understood there was a time for dominance and a time for humility.

Aaaninja looked at the Dragon for a long beat. He then glanced at Anthony, who was already acquainted with the First Supreme Monarch. Anthony met his gaze but offered no nod or guidance. He remained neutral, leaving the choice entirely to Aaaninja.

Without a word, Aaaninja propelled himself upward with a thunderous boom, slicing through the cosmic atmosphere and shattering the sound barrier. The First Supreme Monarch followed instantly, keeping pace. Within moments, the pair landed on the desolate, barren surface of a nearby moon.

Aaaninja turned to face the First Supreme Monarch, his silent stare prompting the other to speak.

For the first time in his life, the First Supreme Monarch found himself at a loss for words. He had never before needed to ask a favor of anyone. Being a Dragon meant belonging to a race of unimaginable wealth and power; they rarely, if ever, required external assistance.

He was used to being the most talented and powerful figure in the room, standing above the masses. Now, faced with the necessity of making a request, an alien sense of awkwardness and discomfort washed over him.

Nevertheless, he knew he had to begin, regardless of how uneasy it made him feel.

“I apologize for interrupting you,” he started. “My name is… well, on the Blue Planet, I am known as the First Supreme Monarch. I am—”

Aaaninja cut him off before he could continue.

“Can we bypass the formalities and get to the reason you wanted to see me?” Aaaninja questioned. His voice held no spite or arrogance. He simply lacked the patience for a long-winded introduction or a list of accolades when he already suspected the Dragon was there to ask for something. It was more efficient to get to the point.

The First Supreme Monarch froze, realizing he had been about to present himself like a common worker submitting a resume.

A flicker of realization crossed his face, and he gave a slow nod. If nothing else, this spared him the trouble of reciting his history, though he doubted such things would have swayed Aaaninja’s choice anyway.