MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 830

830: Announcer 830: Announcer Anthony, Vega, Kingsley, Collins, Michael, Mitchelle, and the First and Third Supreme Monarchs appeared in a single streak of motion, their figures materializing in mid-air as they floated just before the massive, imposing building where the meeting was scheduled to take place.

All around them, numerous other individuals hovered silently, waiting to be granted entrance as they were called, one after another, in an almost ceremonial order.

Below them, the battles of revenge and bloodshed that had been raging relentlessly for almost an hour had finally come to an end, leaving behind an eerie, heavy stillness that clung to the air like fog.

Within the building, constructed upon layers of softly glowing clouds where the grand gathering was meant to be held, various beings of numerous races stepped inside with quiet grace.

No pre-made seats were available, though a wide area designated for sitting stretched across the space like a vast, divine terrace.

Whenever anyone entered, they simply headed toward that area and then created their own seat using whatever power or ability they possessed, crafting chairs, thrones, and platforms as others continued to arrive in a steady stream of dignified motion.

Various names were called, echoing through the hall as individuals were introduced one after the other.

The top races and their representatives were announced first, followed by the mid-tier races and then each renowned or elusive faction of power.

The introductions served not only as formal acknowledgment but also as a subtle revelation of the known and the unknown, of those who held influence and those who didn’t as a result of their weakness.

“Representing the Celestial Race, Zachary from the Older Generation, and Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos from the Younger Generation,” the announcer’s voice pierced through the infinitely stretching hall, reverberating against the surreal expanse like a divine proclamation.

At the announcement, Zachary, Aaaninja, and the rest of their group stepped forward, their bodies gliding through the air with effortless serenity, each movement exuding a dignified nobility and a quiet, unshakable authority.

Without speaking, Zachary raised a hand, and the surrounding space warped and bent obediently under his will, forming a spatial throne upon which he sat with calm composure.

Aaaninja, in contrast, crafted a temporal throne, one sculpted from flowing streams of time itself, and sat upon it with calm confidence.

With a mere thought, he formed another seat beside him.

His rainbow-colored eyes drifted toward Altheria, his girlfriend, who offered him a gentle smile before lowering herself upon the shimmering chair forged from temporal currents.

“Representing the Crown Planet, Riven Darkheart from the Older Generation, and Lucian Darkheart from the Younger Generation,” the announcer’s voice boomed again, echoing with resonant clarity.

With that, Riven and his son Lucian stepped forward with composed ease.

Although the Crown Planet was not particularly known for overwhelming strength, it had earned its reputation through the fearsome might of the Annihilator, Riven himself, and his equally terrifying wife, Vespera.

Lucian’s sharp black eyes shifted briefly toward Aaaninja, and a faint smile curved his lips before evolving into a teasing smirk.

With a simple snap of his fingers, time warped around him, bending at his command as he created his own temporal throne, smooth, regal, and intricate, while simultaneously forming one for Veronica.

Aaaninja’s eyes narrowed instantly as he stared at the smiling Lucian.

He recognized the gesture immediately: Lucian was provoking him, teasing him, showing off a newly acquired mastery that Aaaninja had long considered uniquely his.

‘When?

How?’ Aaaninja wondered as confusion flickered within him.

‘When did he gain the ability to manipulate time?’ He exhaled inwardly, pushing the thought aside.

‘I wil find out later.’ With that, he turned his attention fully toward Altheria, his girlfriend, who had already begun speaking softly beside him.

Lucian, sensing that his message had been successfully conveyed, allowed his grin to widen slightly as he contemplated just how shaken Aaaninja might be.

After all, time was what made Aaaninja incomparable.

If Lucian now wielded Time Magic and temporal abilities, then the uniqueness Aaaninja held so dearly suddenly wavered.

Ironically, only time itself would reveal the answer of whether Aaaninja was still unique or not.

“From the Dusk Planet, Rain from the Older Generation, Aura Nova from the Younger Generation, and amongst them, Charles Evander, fourth place holder of the Starborn Tournament,” the announcer intoned, his voice rolling across the hall like a calm tide.

The Dusk Planet was neither popular nor widely known.

In fact, almost no one had heard of it until Charles Evander emerged as the dark horse during the Starborn Tournament, capturing the attention, and whispers, of countless observers.

Many still murmured among themselves about the mysterious planet, especially due to the Spirit King’s unexpected support, something nearly everyone in the hall had come to know of.

Rain, a human from the Older Generation, offered a small, polite smile as he stepped forward.

He could feel the immense pressure saturating the air, an overwhelming presence that weighed heavily on his body, but he maintained his composure as best as he could.

Though he possessed Planetary level strength, he knew all too well that compared to the beings assembled here, he was lacking.

He had escorted Charles to the Starborn Tournament and had survived only because of the Spirit King’s intervention.

But, at this moment, none of the gazes were focused on Rain or even Charles.

No, the attention of nearly every figure in the hall converged on a single woman with flowing blue hair and matching blue eyes.

Sitting comfortably upon her head was a small black-and-white bored-looking cat, Aura Nova.

Whenever a planet or faction was introduced, only one representative from the Older Generation and one from the Younger Generation was named.

But this time, something unusual occurred.

Charles was not introduced as the sole representative of the Younger Generation.

Instead, Aura, an unknown woman to nearly everyone present, was.

Aura felt the barrage of stares directed at her.

She understood the cause behind them, but she found no reason to care.

Her indifferent expression remained unchanged as her gaze drifted toward Aaaninja and Lucian seated near one another.

With a gentle thought, space warped around her, and she and the people of the Dusk Planet vanished from where they stood.

They reappeared precisely between Aaaninja and Lucian.

Aura offered a serene smile in both their directions before forming a spatial throne of her own and gracefully settling into it, her posture composed and unbothered.

Akira’s soft black eyes glowed with amazement and overflowing curiosity as she looked around, her head turning eagerly in every direction.

Instantly, she rose lightly to her white feet, her posture suggesting she was about to leap away to explore the magnificent hall.

But before she could move, Aura’s calm voice resonated gently within her mind.

‘Akira, this is not the place.

We will explore later.

Just be patient for a few hours.’ Akira paused upon hearing Aura’s voice.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she reluctantly sat back down, though her gaze continued to dart restlessly around the hall.

She longed deeply to wander and satisfy her curiosity, but she understood the significance of this place.

So, with visible restraint, she behaved, at least for now.