MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 307 Greedy Author

Envy lay deeply rooted in the hearts of all who watched, yet they could do nothing but bear witness in silence.

A few delegates stepped forward, offering words of congratulations to Zarynth Zachary Zorynthar and Elyndra Voryss Nyxaria, their voices laced with both admiration and veiled longing.

”The Celestials have once again given rise to another prodigy”

One delegate remarked with a genial smile.

”Zachary, your bloodline runs true in your son”

Another observed, his tone carrying a note of respect.

Zachary received their words with a measured smile, his heart swelling with quiet pride.

Though Aaaninja had been a renowned figure on their home planet, his name held little to no weight within the vast expanse of the galaxy.

That, however, was about to change.

Nyxaria couldnʼt conceal the smile that graced her lips as she listened to the praises bestowed upon her son.

”It is, of course, the result of his unwavering dedication and relentless effort”

She responded, her voice imbued with genuine pride.

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None of the delegates uttered a word about Aaaninjaʼs defeat.

After all, what was the loss of a single battle, one without life at stake, when weighed against the significance of True Enlightenment?

With practiced diplomacy, they chose silence, offering the Celestials the respect they deserved.

Besides, to them, the Celestial Champion could be regarded as the true victor of the Starborn Tournament, for he had attained True Enlightenment.

They did not believe that if Aaaninja were to fight again, he wouldnʼt prevail against the human.

He had been defeated, yet in that very moment, he had surpassed his opponent, a brilliance beyond conventional measure.

Yet, while many gathered to offer their congratulations, others remained unmoved.

They simply sat there.

Their gazes, frigid as ice.

Their presence, an unsettling chill in the air.

Unmoving.

Watching.

Their eyes fixed upon Aaaninja.

Although no killing intent seeped from their bodies, the message was clear, they would not allow such a prodigious child to grow into another pillar of the Celestial race.

The galaxyʼs top races stood on precarious ground, their relations anything but amicable.

Each faction sought to keep the others in check, their rivalry woven into the fabric of existence.

Ambushes, assassinations, intelligence leaks, sabotage, orchestrated betrayals, these were not mere tactics but routine affairs, seamlessly integrated into their agendas.

Yet Zachary and Elyndra remained indifferent to their silent hostility.

If anyone dared to make a move, they would do well to prepare for the utter eradication of their bloodline.

It was just that simple.

Scheming was beneath Zachary and Elyndra.

They had no need to act against most adversaries, such matters were handled long before they required attention.

Any plot conceived against them was intercepted and dismantled by their subordinates before it could ever reach their notice.

Lucian watched as Aaaninja floated in the sky, a serene smile gracing his face.

ʼFuckkk!!!!!…Author, youʼre outright cheating at this point!ʼ

Lucian screamed internally, his frustration barely contained.

ʼTsk… It seems the Author couldnʼt bear to let Aaaninja simply lose to the MC, so he had to compensate him with True Enlightenmentʼ

Though his mind seethed, his expression remained unreadable.

ʼThat greedy, sycophantic Author only pulled this stunt because that so called Rank 1 thief, Aaaninja, lost. He must still be sending the Author gifts daily, even if they arenʼt super giftsʼ

Lucian exhaled an internal sigh, resigned to the blatant favoritism unfolding before him.

ʼI just hope that the me in a higher dimension, the one reading this story, can step up his gifting momentum, even if heʼs broke. That greedy Author is playing favorites way too much. Giving Aaaninja Time Affinity, special eyes, and then topping it all off with True Enlightenment? If only I could check the fan value ranking right nowʼ

Lucian scoffed internally.

ʼPoor Aaaninja… Whoʼs going to tell him that the greedy Author is just using him for gifts? The moment a wealthier reader shows up, that shameless Author will jump ship, leaving Aaaninja drifting in the wind. Tskʼ

His resolve solidified.

ʼEnlightenment or not, favoritism or not, it doesnʼt matter. All I have to do is wipe Aaaninjaʼs face into the dirtʼ

A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face as he savored the thought.

”You seem happier than I am, and Iʼm the one who just attained Enlightenment”

Aaaninjaʼs voice resonated as he descended gracefully, his usual closed gaze fixed on Anthony and Lucian.

Lucianʼs smile widened, unfazed.

”I just canʼt wait to battle you, thatʼs all”

He said, his voice laced with anticipation.

Aaaninja smirked at Lucianʼs words.

”You might have had a chance against me in the past”

He replied effortlessly, as if stating an undeniable truth.

”But now, you stand no chance”

Aaaninjaʼs head turned toward Anthony, who sat calmly, observing the exchange with quiet indifference.

”You may have won, but that victory means nothing now. You stand no chance anymore. I am no longer who I was”

His voice echoed with unwavering certainty as he lowered himself onto his own floating seat.

The eyes of every champion in the arena were fixed upon him, upon all three of them.

Anthony, however, remained unfazed.

A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

”It doesnʼt matter. Whatʼs done is done. Youʼve already lost. And those who have lost to me can never win again, Enlightenment or not”

Though his words were light, Aaaninja could tell, Anthony didnʼt care about the Enlightenment in the slightest.

Aaaninja could sense it, Anthony truly believed that even if they fought again at this very moment, the outcome would remain unchanged.

Aaaninjaʼs lips parted, his voice carrying a cryptic weight.

”This timeline is merely one of many in an endless river of Time. I will become what I must, just as I will do what I must. The One Above All”

With those enigmatic words, he shifted his gaze away from Anthony, retreating into the depths of his own mind, as if delving into the revelations brought by his newfound Enlightenment.

Anthony and Lucian exchanged no words, offering no further response.

Whether out of indifference or respect, they allowed him his silence, choosing not to disturb his introspection.

The Overseer stood above them all, his gaze fixed upon the trio.

He had expected little from this Starborn Tournament, to him, it was merely another clash of insects, a fleeting struggle that would decide the fate of worlds and races.

But now, he realized how gravely he had miscalculated.

The number of unforeseen twists continued to grow, each revelation more astonishing than the last.

A grin spread across the Overseerʼs face.

But unlike his usual maniacal grin, one that craved only bloodshed, this time, it was different.

It held something more.

Anticipation.

Excitement.

For the first time in a long while, the Overseer was looking forward to what came next.

The next battle.

The next unexpected twist in this ever unfolding spectacle.