MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

The ancient beings, watching from their distant realms, narrowed their eyes in scrutiny.

Gleaming with shifting hues, their eyes reflected the myriad thoughts racing through their minds.

Yet, not a single word was uttered.

Silence reigned, not out of restraint, but sheer disbelief.

The Spirit King had been defeated.

He had even fallen.

True, he had not unleashed the full extent of his abilities, withholding much from his vast arsenal.

But was this not same for his opponent?

Their eyes lingered on Romulus.

This enigmatic existence.

The Outsider.

He had overwhelmed the Spirit King with effortless dominance, as though subduing a mere child.

Yet, none among them dared to act.

They knew nothing of him, his origins, his nature, his limits.

And there was one universal truth, transcending race, status, and power:

The greatest fear of all was the fear of the UNKNOWN.

Caution took precedence over impulse.

Before entertaining reckless thoughts, they would observe, study, and unravel the mystery he embodied.

And just like that, their piercing gazes withdrew, fading as though they had never been there at all.

The golden radiance enveloping the barren planet dissipated, giving way to a figure bathed in luminous brilliance, Romulus had materialized.

Though more than seven days had passed since his clash with the Spirit King, not a single being had moved from their place.

Not one.

Their minds, their eyes, their very senses, enhanced by artifacts of unfathomable power, had all failed to keep pace with the battle's sheer speed.

They had not seen.

They had not comprehended.

Yet, they had felt it.

Every shockwave that rippled through the galaxy carried the weight of the battle, pressing upon reality itself.

And though the tremors of divine force surged across the galaxy, none among them perished.

Not a single one bore a wound.

For they were mere spectators in the presence of something beyond reckoning.

Then, Romulus spoke, his voice calm, absolute, and unwavering.

"I have won"

Three simple words.

Yet, in their minds, they resounded like a thunderclap, shattering the silence, reverberating through the space.

The Spirit King had lost.

They struggled to believe it.

To accept it.

And yet, the void where the Spirit King once stood, the undeniable absence of his presence, was all the proof they needed.
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Their minds raced, fixated on the two humans who had summoned these unfathomable beings.

It felt as though they had hit an impassable wall with these two.

No matter how much they thought they understood, new revelations shattered their expectations.

Even Anthony's own family, powerful beyond measure, found themselves stunned.

Their son possessed an ability they had never foreseen.

Even the shadow soldiers had been a shock.

And just when they thought they had grasped the extent of Anthony's capabilities, he would unveil yet another mystery, renewing their astonishment once more.

But before the weight of their thoughts could settle, the very fabric of space fractured.

Effortlessly.

Reality splintered like fragile glass.

From the yawning void, a figure emerged.

His presence was immense, heavy enough to command attention, yet perfectly restrained, like a tempest held within a glass.

It was the Spirit King.

A deep, resounding laughter filled the air as he arrived.

"HAHAHAHA! That was a good battle, Romulus. I haven't moved this much in eons"

His voice carried neither bitterness nor regret, only exhilaration.

Turning to Romulus, a small smile played on his lips, a rare glimmer of sincerity beneath his imposing presence.

"Thanks for that"

There was no trace of defeat in his tone.

No remnants of the battle's final moments lingered in his words.

It was as if he had not just fallen like a disciple before a master.

All the declarations he had made during the clash, the certainty, the defiance, seemed to have simply vanished.

And yet, Romulus was not surprised.

Not in the slightest.

Even the ancient beings were unfazed.

After all, the Spirit King was an ageless existence, a being beyond the constraints of mortality.

For him, returning from death was no different than blinking or drawing breath.

In the vast multiverse, methods to escape death were far from rare.

Many possessed the means to defy the inevitable, to claw their way back from death.

Even Serenelle could cheat death.

So why couldn't the Spirit King?

For beings of his caliber, only True Death could end them.

A fate beyond revival.

Beyond reincarnation.

Like the Devourer ability of Romulus, an absolute force that erased existence itself.

The Spirit King seemed more pleased than anything, as if the battle had been nothing more than a long overdue stretch.

His defeat?

It barely registered as a concern.

Save face?

Pride?

Such things were meaningless.

Yes, he had pride, but he knew when to wield it and when to set it aside.

After offering Romulus one last fleeting smile, he turned his gaze downward toward the beings below.

And in an instant, that smile vanished.

His expression became void of emotion, as if a switch had been flipped, his presence shifting from lighthearted to absolute.

"Do not make a move"

His words rang out, not raised, yet carrying the weight of an unshakable decree.

Calm.

Tyrannical.

He did not wait for acknowledgment.

He did not ask for compliance.

He did not demand.

He simply commanded.

Then, the Spirit King turned his gaze to Charles Evander and spoke.

"I'm sorry, kid. I lost this one"

Charles stood frozen.

His mind struggled to process what he had just heard.

The Spirit King had apologized.

To him.

Anger?

That emotion never even crossed his mind.

To be angry at the Spirit King?

That was beyond arrogance, it was madness.

But what truly left Charles speechless wasn't the loss itself.

It was the fact that a being at the Apex of the galaxy had lowered himself enough to offer an apology… to an ant like him.

He had no words.

None that would be appropriate, none that would make sense in this moment.

So, instead, he simply nodded, forcing a small smile.

The Spirit King's gaze shifted back to Romulus.

"We should chat sometime later, Romulus"

With those parting words, he simply blinked out of existence, vanishing as if he had never been there.

Silence settled over the barren planet for a brief moment before Romulus turned his attention to the delegate.

His presence alone commanded authority, demanded attention.

Then, in a voice as unshakable as fate itself, he spoke:

"I won't make any more moves from here on out, even if you kill Anthony. Do as you wish"

And with that, he faded from reality.

His departure left behind a chilling stillness, his words lingering like an echo in their minds.

To some, his statement may have sounded harsh, even cruel, but none were foolish enough to take it at face value.

Only the truly desperate or utterly brainless would dare move against Anthony now.

They had seen Romulus summoned by him.

And they knew, beyond any doubt, that if Romulus had wished, he could have erased them from existence with less than a thought.

So why would he need to lie?

If only they knew.

If only they understood that Romulus' words were not indifference, nor surrender to fate.

He had spoken with such ease because he knew, beyond all doubt, that killing Anthony was an impossibility.

As Romulus vanished, Anthony's gaze turned to Charles.

And then, in absolute calmness, he spoke:

"I REMAIN THE ONLY PROTAGONIST OF THIS STORY. AND ALL SHALL BOW"

There was no arrogance in his voice.

No hint of pomposity in his gaze.

He simply spoke.

As the man he is.

As the man he was.

As the man he shall become.

He is NULL ANTHONY.