MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 489: Extracurricular activity
The Grand Marshals and Warlords engaged in quiet discourse as they awaited Anthony’s arrival.

“What do you suppose he will pull off this time?”

inquired the Grand Marshal Dwarf, thoughtfully stroking his beard while reclining against his hammer, both suspended effortlessly in midair.

“I cannot say for certain. Individuals of his caliber seem destined to ascend to the very pinnacle”

Replied Grand Marshal Alaric with a knowing smile.

“At the very least, we may now nurture a favorable alliance, ensuring that when he ascends to Supreme Monarch, we stand to gain greater resources”

Remarked the Grand Marshal Titan with a confident grin.

None among the Grand Marshals harbored any doubt that Anthony was destined to attain the rank of Supreme Monarch.

They were unanimous in their certainty that Anthony would rise to that exalted position before any of them.

Not that they were so deluded as to believe they themselves would ever attain the rank of Supreme Monarch; deep down, each understood they had long since reached the zenith of their own potential.

Yet, with the proper resources at their disposal, those very limitations could be transcended, much like how the rewards from the Starborn Tournament had once propelled them beyond previously insurmountable boundaries.

Their discourse persisted as they awaited Anthony’s arrival, eager for the moment they could finally depart their prison, the Mirror Dimension.

The Warlords abstained from the conversation, remaining aloof, their faces inscrutable as ever, floating silently at the periphery.

Moments later, the very fabric of the space Anthony had occupied moments before fractured once more, as he sudden appeared before them.

The Grand Marshals pivoted toward Anthony’s direction, poised to speak, when, without warning, a colossal aircraft materialized above him.

The overwhelming Intent emanating from the aircraft rippled through the entirety of the Mirror Dimension, forcefully pushing all present backward.

Eyes widened in astonishment as a vast shadow was cast over them, revealing the largest aircraft any of them had ever laid eyes upon.

‘This is even larger and more formidable than the Last Stand’

The three Warlords thought in unison.

“Lieutenant Anthony, pray tell, where did you acquire such a formidable aircraft?”

Warlord Kaelrix inquired, his previously indifferent demeanor giving way to unmistakable astonishment.

They could all sense the potent Intent radiating from the aircraft; this was no mere creation of mortal hands.

“Ah, I acquired it during the Starborn Tournament”

Anthony replied casually, concealing the truth behind a well-crafted lie. He knew better than to claim it had come from his parents, such a notion ould be spotted as a lie immediately.

“You obtained this spacecraft from the tournament itself?”

The Grand Marshal Vampire asked, stunned, unable to fully comprehend what he had just heard.

“Yes. A trusted human friend of mine, Lucian Darkheart, gifted it to me promptly after the competition”

Anthony confirmed with a nod.

‘What sort of wealthy friend could give out such a gift so casually?’

They all thought in unison, fully aware that the resources required to construct an aircraft of this magnitude would be staggering.

At the side, Zhyravel materialized aboard the ship, his eyes now glowing a deep purple as he began meticulously examining every inch of the aircraft. Such priceless research could not be left unexplored.

This time, he was not alone, the Grand Marshal Dwarf joined him, equally intent on uncovering the secrets hidden within.

“Warlords, since your aircraft already possess the coordinates to another military base, you can transmit them directly to my ship’s AI”

Anthony spoke, his words pulling the trio from their stunned reveries.

Zauren merely nodded before waving his hand, causing his own aircraft to materialize. Yet, none paid it much attention.

Boarding his aircraft, Zauren promptly commanded the aircraft’s AI to relay the military bases coordinates to Anthony’s aircraft.

Receiving the coordinates, Anthony’s aircraft hatch slid open with a sharp hiss.

No invitation was needed, without hesitation, they all became a blur of motion, swiftly moving forward to board.

Within minutes, millions of soldiers and members of the Logistics Department were aboard, their eyes gleaming like stars as they eagerly explored every floor, every inch, and every corner of the vast aircraft.

Many had already made their way to the training chambers, diligently digesting the gains they had acquired during the war.

Medical robots attended tirelessly to the wounded, facilitating swift and efficient recovery.

Elsewhere, some soldiers sought respite in the spa area, where robotic attendants administered soothing massages. Others were taking showers, cleansing themselves after battle.

Despite the rigors of combat, both male and female soldiers had retreated into private quarters, engaging in a particular extracurricular activity, their stamina remarkably intact for this particular extracurricular activity even after the war.

The Grand Marshals and Warlords observed the scene with a mixture of resignation and longing.

They wished to partake in such moments of leisure themselves, yet their roles as leaders bound them to responsibility and restraint.

As for Anthony, he was the pilot, and without a partner to share such extracurricular indulgences, he simply did not meet the unspoken requirements.

Unless, of course, he chose to indulge in ‘gooning’ like other single people.

Shaking off the frivolous thoughts, Anthony strode purposefully toward the control room.

A soft glow filled the space as a holographic woman materialized before him, the aircraft’s AI.

“Good day, Master”

She greeted, her image floating gracefully as she fixed him with a warm smile.

“Good day to you as well. Hmm, perhaps I should give you a name… Aura, perhaps? No, I’ll ponder that later. Have you received the coordinates?”

Anthony spoke as he took his seat, while the Warlords and Grand Marshals settled into their own places within the control room.

“Yes, Master. I have received the coordinates for Military Bases Alpha-1, Alpha-2, Alpha-3, Alpha-4, Alpha-5, Alpha-7, Alpha-8, and Alpha-9. To which destination shall we proceed, Master?”

Anthony remained silent for a moment, unfamiliar with the specifics of these bases.

Instead, he turned to the Warlords, whose experience far surpassed his own.

“Which one should we head to?”

He asked calmly, seeking their counsel.

“They are all the same. Choose whichever you prefer”

Warlord Kaelrix replied, seated cross-legged in a lotus position, eyes closed as he quietly regenerated the mana expended in battle.

Anthony turned his gaze back to the AI and responded calmly,

“Pick any of your choice and set course”

“Affirmative, Master. Setting course for Military Base Alpha-9”

The AI responded promptly.

With that, the engines roared to life, the massive craft’s frame subtly shifting and readjusting, as if preparing to unleash unimaginable speed.

At Anthony’s thought, the Mirror Dimension fractured into countless shards, and in an instant, the aircraft surged forward, slicing through space with breathtaking velocity.