MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 757: We Are Doomed [Bonus Chapter]

The Supreme Monarchs stared at the scene before them in nothing but pure, unbridled shock and horror. Michael, Mitchelle, and Collins themselves doubted what they were witnessing. Even the First, Third, Fourth, and Seventh Supreme Monarchs stood frozen in fear, their expressions drained of all color.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the four of them vanished from their spot. None dared to remain close to the void chasm that divided the cosmic space before them, they didn’t want to risk being the next victims of whatever terrifying act Anthony was performing. In an instant, they reappeared beside the Fifth, Eighth, and Ninth Supreme Monarchs, now forming a line in the starry void.

They couldn’t believe it. They dared not believe it.

Right before their very eyes, someone, no, Anthony, was rewriting life itself. He was usurping creation, bending it under his will, altering DNA at its most fundamental level as though he were sculpting existence with his bare hands. None of them, not even those who had lived through the birth and death of galaxies, had ever witnessed such a scene.

They stood there, suspended amidst stars and nebulae, frozen in awe, in disbelief, and in unspoken terror as Anthony reshaped the Second Supreme Monarch into something else, into a Demon. They watched the entire metamorphosis unfold, the entire transmutation of one of their own comrade into the very race they all loathed.

A cold chill crawled down their spines, racing upward into their minds before descending again, spreading through their essence and their very existence. The sensation was so profound it shook them to their cores, like a warning written into the fabric of their being.

Although none of them had dared to risk their lives for the Second Supreme Monarch, to them, turning him into a Demon was a cruelty that went beyond any act of vengeance. It was something unholy, something that defied morality, logic, and nature itself.

The First, Third, Fourth, and Seventh Supreme Monarchs clenched their jaws tight, muscles twitching beneath their faces, not daring to utter a single word. They feared that even speaking might draw Anthony’s gaze toward them, and if that happened, he could very well turn them into rats, or worse.

The Seventh Supreme Monarch, whose once-confident green eyes now quivered with helplessness, turned her trembling gaze toward the Fifth, Eighth, and Ninth Supreme Monarchs, Anthony’s family. Her voice, normally calm and authoritative, was now frail and trembling like fragile glass.

”Make him stop this,” she whispered, barely daring to breathe the words.

She didn’t dare raise her voice. If Anthony so much as heard her, she feared he might add her name to his list of targets, his list of those whose races could be rewritten on a whim.

True fear gripped her heart. Her eyes shook within their sockets, her hands twitched slightly, and every few seconds her entire body trembled as she spoke. She, the once-revered Goddess of Arcane Arts, reduced to such a state of terror, she could not even remember the last time she had felt fear of this magnitude.

But she wasn’t alone. The First, Third, and Fourth Supreme Monarchs were also trembling, though they tried desperately to conceal it. Even though Anthony’s killing intent was not directed toward them, the fear they felt wasn’t born of reason or logic, it was primal, ancient, genetic. It was embedded into their very souls, their very bloodlines, their very essence.

After all, which of them wasn’t proud of their race? Each of them carried the pride of their lineage like a sacred flame. Even the humans, who lacked innate racial abilities compared to the dragons or phoenixes of the Blue Planet, took pride in what they were. Every race, no matter how great or small, held pride in its own existence. Even ants were proud to be ants.

And yet now, that pride was stripped bare before their eyes, replaced by fear so deep it had reached their DNA, their very genetic coding.

At the Seventh Supreme Monarch’s trembling plea, Michael, Mitchelle, and Collins exchanged glances, their expressions tightening. But none of them moved. They would not interfere, not in this. This was their son’s battle, his vengeance, his justice to deliver.

If the Second Supreme Monarch had merely injured Anthony once, perhaps they would have intervened, perhaps they would have told their son to stop, to simply end the man’s life cleanly. But this Vampire had gone too far, he had crossed the line twice.

Once before their very eyes. And once again, in their absence.

Now, he was reaping the consequences of his actions.

As the First, Third, Fourth, and Seventh Supreme Monarchs trembled before Anthony’s might, Michael, Mitchelle, and Collins did not. Their hearts held no fear. It wasn’t because they were stronger than the others, it was because they had absolute trust in their son. They knew Anthony. They knew he did not act without purpose.

And so, they simply watched, silent and composed, allowing him to finish what he had begun. This was not their battle to interrupt.

Yet even as they watched, their minds couldn’t help but churn with curiosity and awe. How had Anthony come across such an impossible ability? To manipulate DNA, to rewrite life, to change existence itself, such things defied even the understanding of the most ancient beings. Not even the greatest of the galaxy’s top races, not even the Dragons, the Celestials, or the Void Serpents possessed such control. And yet, their son did.

It seemed that every time they saw him after a few months of separation, Anthony revealed another ability that transcended comprehension, each more unfathomable and more terrifying than the last. They had long given up trying to anticipate what he might do next.

Then, a hushed voice broke the silence.

”A Demon using mana,” the First Supreme Monarch muttered softly. ”I have never seen such a sight.”

His voice carried a note of disbelief, an almost imperceptible tremor of fear buried beneath his words.

The other Supreme Monarchs nodded silently. Throughout all the eras of their existence, through countless wars and cosmic ages, not a single one of them had ever witnessed a Demon capable of wielding mana. To them, such a thing was impossible, a contradiction to the natural laws of the galaxy. And yet, their former comrade was about to become the first of his kind.

But before they could even process that revelation, they saw it, an explosion of golden light pulsing out from Anthony, flooding the void like the dawn of a new sun. The golden radiance surged toward the Second Supreme Monarch, tearing through his form and forcefully converting the mana within his core into chaos energy.

Without hesitation, the First, Third, Fourth, and Seventh Supreme Monarchs shot backward, their forms blurring as they crossed light-years in a heartbeat, fleeing from the overwhelming energy. Stars blurred past them as their bodies became streaks of light racing through the cosmic horizon.

Their shock renewed a hundredfold. What Anthony had just done was beyond forbidden knowledge, he had converted energy. He had literally and forcefully rewritten one form of power into another. Before their very eyes, the laws that governed existence were nothing more than clay in his hands.

”We are doomed,” the Third Supreme Monarch whispered, his voice trembling as chaos energy began to leak from the newly transformed Demon Monarch.

His words resonated with the First, Fourth, and Seventh Supreme Monarchs, who nodded silently, dread carved deep into their eyes.

But little did they know, Anthony, the source of their terror, the harbinger of their fear, was far from done with the Second Supreme Monarch.