MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 836

836: Absolute Cinema 836: Absolute Cinema Anthony sat calmly in thought, his posture composed yet his mind a storm of silent calculations.

He had never encountered nor seen these Angels before, although, truthfully, he did not particularly care about meeting them.

To him, their appearance was simply another variable, another piece in an ever-expanding cosmic puzzle.

His eyes shifted toward Aaaninja, who sat with his arms folded, eyes closed as though meditating through the noise around them.

‘So he has already met one,’ Anthony thought to himself, a faint glimmer of curiosity passing through his mind.

His gaze then drifted toward Lucian, who seemed to be smiling subtly for a reason only he understood.

Anthony remained quiet, his thoughts drawn back to the Overseer’s earlier descriptions of the so-called tear in reality.

He recalled vividly the words of the Voidwalker Overseer, the way the space and void around it warped and trembled, unstable and deeply unsettling.

Planetary-level beings had perished merely by straying too close, their bodies unable to endure the violent distortions surrounding the tear.

‘I wonder how they found our Galaxy,’ Anthony pondered, his mind slipping toward the question of how such beings managed to accomplish such an extraordinary feat.

‘Why think when I can find out for myself,’ he mused, activating his Authority Of Information without hesitation.

But the moment he triggered it, nothing happened, no shift in perception, no influx of knowledge pouring into his mind.

That could only mean one possibility: the individual who possessed the information was either as strong as he was or even stronger.

However, before his thoughts traveled too far down that assumption, his Authority Of Information responded at last.

‘Hmm… I can’t get an answer because I’m not within their Galaxy, and not because their so-called God is stronger than me.

Nice of the Authority to clear that misunderstanding,’ he concluded with an amused smirk.

Although the Authority of Information only failed when someone surpassed him in strength, Anthony was not particularly shocked by this new limitation.

After all, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a scenario.

Besides, it was only a matter of time before he stepped into this Divinora Galaxy they spoke of, only a matter of time before he saw it with his own eyes.

‘I wonder if they will be able to close the tears in reality,’ Anthony thought, shifting his attention toward the older generation’s delegates as they argued endlessly among themselves.

‘I wonder if Aaaninja, Aura, or Lucian can,’ he added inwardly, though he knew the answer would likely be true “It seems your next big event has arrived,” Anthony said aloud, his sky-blue eyes turning toward Vega, who sat with an unusually calm expression.

Yet Anthony could swear he saw the faint outline of a smile forming in her mind, a subtle curl of anticipation hiding behind her controlled demeanor.

“Your first big event was the Forsaken Cult Headquarters purging, which spanned the entire Blue Planet,” Anthony continued with a light, teasing tone.

“And now, your second major event is spanning the Galaxy.

What will the third one be?

Spanning the Universe?” he asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Vega responded with an amused grin.

“Don’t ask me.

I don’t get to pick the events, you know.

I only get to participate.” Anthony shook his head.

He could already tell she was growing increasingly excited at the prospect of the chaos and battles this Galactical Conquest would bring.

Despite her calm front, Vega had always been this way, drawn to large scale conflicts like a moth to cosmic flame.

Anthony’s mind drifted elsewhere, shifting toward the Demon King.

He couldn’t help but wonder whether that Demon King and this so-called God were stepping onto the cosmic stage at the same time.

‘Will they be able to handle two such beings simultaneously?’ Anthony wondered, his gaze sliding toward the older generation once more.

Although he had never met the Demon King or this God personally, nor did he know their true strength, Anthony remained confident, almost unshakeably so, in his own strength and ability to hold his ground.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t help but imagine the spectacle: a God and a Demon King battling high in the cosmic sky while he observed from the side with popcorn in hand.

It would be an Absolute Cinema.

‘It would be quite the scene,’ he mused, amused at the mental image.

However, the humor faded quickly as he considered the real consequences.

Anthony could not help but imagine how many lives would be lost in the clash to come.

Even if the Demon King refrained from stirring trouble, the incoming God alone posed enough danger to plunge the Galaxy into turmoil.

Anthony recalled the Demon King’s proposal, the invitation to join him in order to escape this place.

Anthony had never doubted that “this place” referred to the Galaxy itself.

His mind drifted further.

The Demon King had wanted to leave his Galaxy, had attempted to do so, yet failed.

But now, someone who had succeeded, someone who had crossed into another Galaxy, was already in play: the God.

He did not need to think hard to realize that the Demon King would not simply sit back and watch.

The man would make a move once the news reached him… assuming the news had not reached him already.

Yet again, Anthony knew the Demon King likely aspired to reach an upper Galaxy.

Although the God had not opened a tear to a higher Galaxy, the act of opening a tear to another Galaxy at all was already substantial progress.

‘What if…?’ A new thought slipped quietly into Anthony’s mind.

‘What if the God had the same intentions as the Demon King?

He too wanted to ascend to a higher Galaxy but could not… so he is trying to force his way into it.’ Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Ever since reaching the Apexus rank, Anthony had sensed something calling out to him, something distant and otherworldly, tugging faintly at the edges of his sense.

He had always wondered why others at the Apexus rank did not feel the same pull.

Why did it call to him but not to them?

Why could no other Apexus level being ascend to a higher Galaxy?

Whether others knew about these upper Galaxies or not did not matter.

What mattered were the two most dangerous beings connected to them: the Demon King and this God.

‘How are they planning to achieve their goals?’ he wondered.

His index finger tapped rhythmically against the armrest as he sank deeper into thought.

His mind drifted back to the Demon King.

The Demon King’s forces were wreaking havoc across every race within the Galaxy.

Was he too attempting to achieve what the God had already achieved?

And from that achievement, was he hoping to reach an even greater ambition?

Anthony wasn’t sure.

If the Demon King was indeed trying, then his efforts were already overshadowed.

The God had achieved galactic unification in his own Galaxy, yet even that had not been enough for success.

‘There is no need to overthink this,’ Anthony concluded.

‘I will simply wipe everyone and everything out.’ To him, it was as simple as that.

Whatever plans or schemes existed, no matter how elaborate, how ancient, or how deeply rooted, they did not matter.

It did not matter if the God and the Demon King had been strategizing since the birth of the Galaxy itself.

All that mattered was one thing; he resided within this Galaxy.

And that alone was all his katana needed to know before severing every head that stood in his way.