MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 494: The Supremes

On a distant planet, life thrived in abundance. Towering trees spiraled gracefully into the heavens, their leaves whispering in the gentle, invigorating breeze.

The grass below shimmered with a vivid green hue, painting the landscape with vitality and peace.

Within this secluded planet, hidden in a realm detached from ordinary space, eight enigmatic figures sat around a grand table.

Their very presence exuded an overwhelming force, potent enough to rend the fabric of reality with but a single motion.

Yet, none spoke. Silence reigned among them, heavy and expectant, as if they waited for one among their number to break it first.

An empty seat rested solemnly at the far side of the table, a quiet testament to an absence that weighed heavily on them all.

One among their ranks was missing.

They were known as the Nine Supreme Monarchs, beings of immense power and authority.

Yet now, only eight remained.

A Supreme Monarch had fallen.

And with her, an entire military base had been annihilated, reduced to silence and ruin.

It was this unprecedented loss that had summoned them together in this assembly.

The moment the Chakram of End fell, every Supreme Monarch knew instantly. Their lives were bound by an ancient artifact, threads of awareness that transcended space and time on same level.

Such a cataclysmic event could not escape their notice.

At last, one of them spoke.

It was the First Supreme Monarch, the eldest, the one whose age eclipsed even legend.

“According to the intelligence I’ve received”

He began, his voice resonating like a low tremor through the very fabric of the secret realm,

“A war erupted at the Sixth Military Base. A war over an artifact and in its wake, the fall of the Chakram of End. Though the precise details of her fall remain unclear, it was in battle against a Demon Monarch, one known as Xezural”

The First Supreme Monarch continued, his gaze sweeping over the gathered Monarchs.

A tense silence followed, thick with suppressed energy, until the Second Supreme Monarch broke it, his tone sharp and clipped.

“And this Xezural Monarch… where is he now?”

The First responded without hesitation, his voice heavy.

“He fell alongside the Chakram of End”

“We cannot simply sit here and deliberate”

A sharp voice rang out from the side, laced with barely contained fury.

It was the Seventh Supreme Monarch.

Her eyes blazed with a dangerous light, the air around her subtly warping under the weight of her restrained power.

“A military base has never fallen. A Supreme Monarch has never fallen. This was nothing short of annihilation. This demands retribution. We should be discussing how to strike back”

Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with rage.

She had been close to the Chakram of End, closer than most.

And now, the fire of vengeance burned in her veins. The demons would feel the weight of her wrath, no matter the cost.

“Indeed, we shall, Seventh”

The First Supreme Monarch affirmed, his voice steady.

“We’ve lost millions of soldiers, we will not remain idle. You need not concern yourself”

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head to the side, his gaze settling with purpose.

“Eighth”

He continued, tone sharpened with curiosity.

“I understand you confronted a Demon Monarch on a distant planet during the siege of Sixth Base. Would you care to elaborate?”

All eyes shifted toward the Sword Saint, Null Michael, the Eighth Supreme Monarch.

“As you’re all aware, my son is stationed at Military Base Alpha-6,”

The Sword Saint began, his voice calm and composed.

“However, through unknown means, he was teleported to a different planet, directly into the presence of another Demon Monarch. He reached out to me, and I had no choice but to rush to his aid without delay”

The Second Supreme Monarch leaned forward, eyes sharp with urgency.

“And what of the Demon Monarch? Did you eliminate them? What did your son report? And how, exactly, did he end up there?”

He asked, firing off questions in rapid succession.

“I eliminated the Demon Monarch”

The Sword Saint replied with a quiet sigh.

“However, by the time I arrived, my son had already escaped. I wasn’t able to question him”

The Second Supreme Monarch narrowed his eyes, voice laced with skepticism.

“Are you saying your son managed to evade both you and a Demon Monarch?”

“Yes, he did. His affinity with space is exceptional. You’ll understand when you meet him. After all, both you and the First Supreme Monarch are masters of spatial magic”

The Sword Saint affirmed without hesitation.

Another voice cut through the tension, this time, it was the Fourth Supreme Monarch.

“Have you nothing to say, Ninth? Your son was stationed at the Sixth Base… which has been annihilated. Do you not mourn his death?”

He asked, his tone edged with challenge

The Ninth Supreme Monarch, known as the Elemental Witch Of Destruction, Crimson Mitchelle, remained composed, her gaze relaxed.

“I am well aware of my son’s capabilities. Even we, the Supreme Monarchs, cannot stop him if he chooses leave”

She replied calmly, her voice carrying quiet confidence.

Following the conclusion of the Starborn Tournament, both Michael and Mitchelle experienced a profound shift in perspective regarding their son’s capabilities.

Witnessing his performance had only scratched the surface, what came afterward left them in awe.

Curious and perhaps even a little unsettled, they questioned Anthony directly, asking how he had come to possess such a vast array of abilities.

With calm composure, he answered every inquiry patiently, even demonstrating techniques he had withheld during the tournament.

By the end, there was no doubt in their minds, their son was an anomaly.

So, even with the collapse of the military base, neither Michael nor Mitchelle feared the worst.

After all, Anthony had the Mirror Dimension at his disposal, a realm he could escape into whenever danger closed in.

What none of them realized, however, was that the very person they were discussing had already saved the soldiers they believed to be dead.

“It seems the Eighth and Ninth hold high faith in their son’s abilities”

The Fourth Supreme Monarch remarked with a faint smile, clearly not taking Mitchelle’s claim, that Anthony could escape even them, too seriously.

“We must focus on fortifying our bases”

The Third Supreme Monarch interjected, his tone firm.

“If the demons shift their attention toward any of us next, we must be prepared”

His words were met with nods of agreement from the others.

Though retaliation was inevitable, they all understood one thing clearly: before striking back, they needed to establish order and lay down the necessary defenses.

“Also, since you both speak with such certainty about your son’s survival, we will need to question him directly when the time comes”

The First Supreme Monarch added, his tone measured yet firm

He didn’t dismiss Michael and Mitchelle’s words. As the First Supreme Monarch, he could sense it, their powers had broken into an even higher threshold.

And there was more to consider. From the information he had gotten, the Fifth, Eighth, and Ninth had each slain beings from the galaxy’s top races, an accomplishment few among those seated at this very table could claim.

And the Fifth, Eighth, Ninth were from the same family, he knew there was something that had caused these changes and such explosive growth in their strengths. But he didn’t pry, their power had grown to something even he, the First couldn’t carelessly touch without repercussions.

The Fifth; The Lightning God; Null Collins.

Several more minutes passed as quiet discussions rippled among the Supreme Monarchs, each voice carrying weight and intention.

At last, the First Supreme Monarch spoke once more, his tone final.

“Since all has been decided, we begin our personal offensives five days from now”

As his words echoed through the chamber, his form began to dissolve into a fine, ethereal mist, fading slowly, until nothing remained.

One by one, the other Supreme Monarchs followed suit, vanishing from the secret realm, leaving behind only silence… and the heavy sense that war between Monarchs was about to begin in earnest.

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