MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 719: The Fateweaver’s Charm

Amara’s golden eyes shifted slowly from the radiant die in her palm to Anthony. She spoke softly, her lips curving into a trembling smile, tears threatening to spill yet firmly held back through sheer willpower.

”You cannot possibly understand what you’ve just done for me... for my family,” she intoned, her voice rich with gratitude, carrying a depth of emotion so raw it seemed to echo within the room itself. Every syllable was infused with sincerity, as though she longed to grant him a chance to see just how much his actions meant.

Although nothing was yet set in stone, even the mere fact that Vega’s chances had been increased was enough to shatter the suffocating wall of despair that had weighed upon her heart. Hope, however fragile, was a gift beyond measure.

She did not press him for answers. She no longer asked where Anthony had obtained the dice from, no longer questioned the how or why. She knew well enough, if he had wished to divulge such information, he would have done so already. His silence spoke more than words, and that was all the answer she required.

It did not matter to her if Anthony had annihilated an entire universe or erased a galaxy to claim it. It did not matter if he had stolen the relic from the vaults of some ancient clan of unfathomable power. It did not matter if he had provoked enemies whose vengeance would shake the heavens. None of it mattered. What mattered was this very moment.

And if anyone dared to seek revenge, then let them come. They would answer directly to her and to her husband, Klaus. After all, their power was not for show, it was an authority forged across countless battles, feared by civilizations spanning stars.

Anthony, for his part, ignored Klaus’s earlier warning entirely. He knew with certainty that nobody would come for it. No one in existence knew of the Golden Die of Eternity save those present in this room. And besides, once the relic was used on Vega tomorrow, it would vanish without a trace, erased completely from the River of Creation.

At Amara’s words, Anthony’s lips curved faintly, and he replied with calm assurance. ”As her boyfriend, it is custom that I help where and when I can,” he said evenly, his tone so casual it belied the magnitude of his gift.

Klaus and Amara exchanged a look before nodding in unison. Neither dared ask if Anthony possessed more of the dice. The fact that he had produced two was already outrageous, bordering on the impossible. To consider the existence of more would be to invite madness.

Meanwhile, Vega herself remained largely oblivious to the true scope of the situation. Her brows furrowed, and confusion flickered across her face as she looked between her parents and Anthony. Sensing her confusion, Amara gently placed the die into her daughter’s hand. She then explained its features in detail, her voice patient and soft.

Although Vega had some ability to peer into the information of artifacts, she was still far too weak to penetrate the mysteries of something like the Golden Die of Eternity. Hearing her mother’s explanation, she froze, stunned into silence. Her mind spun wildly, trying, and failing, to comprehend how Anthony could have possibly acquired such an overpowered item.

Her thoughts recoiled back to just moments earlier, when she had dismissed his words, telling him not to joke and questioning his ability to help at all. Remembering her own words, her face flushed with deep embarrassment. Shame burned within her, so intense she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself within it.

”There’s no need to feel embarrassed,” Anthony said suddenly, as though he had read her thoughts straight from her mind. His calm voice carried both gentleness and reassurance.

Vega blinked, her lips parting. ”You said you bought this... but when did you even buy it? I’ve been with you the whole time.”

Anthony’s smirk deepened. ”That’s a trade secret,” he replied smoothly.

He did not bother to fabricate a lie. Not when he stood before beings like Amara and Klaus, who could easily see through falsehoods with a glance. Better to say nothing than to weave deception.

”This should be enough,” Amara murmured at last, her smile returning, radiant with newfound hope. ”At least now, we have a chance.”

”Indeed,” Klaus added, his voice steady, accompanied by a firm nod.

But Anthony was not finished. His eyes gleamed with quiet mischief as he tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a confident smile. ”Who says I’ve shown you everything I have?”

Three pairs of eyes immediately snapped back toward him, surprise flashing within their depths.

”There’s more?” Vega gasped, her voice filled with disbelief.

Anthony did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his hand once again.

This time, two small, obsidian-black pendants manifested within his grasp. They were delicate in shape, carved into the form of tiny hourglasses. Within each pendant shimmered silver sand, not flowing downward as one might expect, but instead rising upward, defying gravity itself. The sands sparkled with an otherworldly brilliance, flowing endlessly, eternally. When Anthony held them, they pulsed faintly, each throb echoing like a heartbeat.

Amara, Klaus, and Vega were instantly captivated. Their eyes followed every subtle shift of the silvery grains, mesmerized by its beauty, by its strange, impossible movement.

With a calm smile, Anthony extended the pendants forward, placing one in Klaus’s hand and the other in Vega’s. He offered no words of explanation, as though the artifacts themselves would reveal all.

The moment Amara and Klaus’s gazes fell upon them, they froze. Their breaths caught in unison, and both instinctively sucked in sharp gasps of cold air.

[The Fateweaver’s Charm

Category: Talisman of Destiny

Lore:

Said to be fragments of the Seer of Endless Paths’ hourglass, stolen from the very flow of time itself. These pendants manipulate causality so subtly that the universe ”corrects itself” in the bearer’s favor.

Effects:

Guarantees a heightened probability of a beneficial event occurring within 24 hours of use.

If multiple Fateweaver’s Charms are possessed, the effects stack cumulatively, amplifying the certainty of positive outcomes.

One Charm = increased chance.

Two Charms = near certainty.

Three Charms = absolute guarantee that something extraordinary will occur that day.

Duration: Lasts 24 hours upon activation. Vanishes from the River of Creation after use.]

As beings who stood above galaxies, Klaus and Amara had witnessed treasures beyond mortal comprehension, artifacts capable of annihilating stars, relics imbued with cosmic laws, talismans steeped in unfathomable mysteries. But this? This was insanity given form.

The dice from earlier had already defied logic, boosting Luck by two thousandfolds. And now these pendants, manipulating causality itself, bending the flow of probability until it reached certainty, were placed casually into their hands. Their minds reeled. How could Anthony possibly have acquired such absurd relics?

They quickly shared the details with Vega, who, upon learning their effects, sat dumbstruck, her thoughts spiraling out of control. For a long while, the family of three could do nothing but sit in silence, staring at the pendants with reverence and disbelief.

Chance and Luck, forces that had always eluded even the strongest, now belonged to them. Manipulable. Tangible. Theirs to wield.

At last, their gazes returned to Anthony. Though they tried to remain composed, none of them could help but wonder: What else does he hide? What secrets lie behind that handsome, unassuming face? Their thoughts raced, questions multiplying without end.

Normally, someone like Anthony would never have been able to afford such items from the system. They were rarities that stood above even divine treasures. Over the years of his sign-in rewards, Anthony had once won a special voucher, a voucher granting him a 99.99% discount within the System Shop.

And even with that overwhelming discount, these relics remained nearly beyond his reach. He could afford only two of each, the dice and the pendants, using his accumulated monthly points.

Anthony silently thanked his past self for his restraint. He had long been tempted to squander the voucher on overpowered abilities. But he had resisted. He had chosen patience. And now, standing in this room, witnessing the hope alight in Vega’s family’s eyes, he realized his patience had paid off beyond measure.

With Chance and Luck both firmly on Vega’s side for the next twenty-four hours, it was almost a certainty, an inevitability, that she would awaken a bloodline surpassing the Supreme rank.