MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 419: Miracle

Then it came.

Anthony's aura erupted outward.

It surged like an unstoppable wave.

Killing intent flooded the air, a relentless torrent that consumed everything, swallowing all in its path.

The pressure was overwhelming, pinning everyone to the ground, as if the very weight of existence had turned against them.

Even Kingsley, unshakable as he was, felt his knees buckle beneath him, crashing to the floor with a force that shook the very foundations of the space.

The air itself screamed in terror, the very atmosphere quaking under the force of his rage.

"Ca...p...ta...in"

Reynold's voice trembled, blood seeping from his mouth as the pressure squeezed him, his words barely a whisper.

As those words reached Anthony's ears, his aura vanished as swiftly as it had come.

"I'm sorry"

His voice was cold.

Sharp.

Edgy.

'OP system. Is there anything I can buy with my points to bring her back?'

Anthony asked, his thought tight with barely contained desperation.

[Ding]

[According to the Host's point balance, Host cannot afford anything at this time]

The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind, offering no comfort.

Anthony's fist clenched, his knuckles whitening under the pressure.

The final floor had spoken of their passage, through loyalty.

Through honor over survival.

But what they were only told in the final moment was that a soul was required as the energy to open the gate to the floor above.

And that soul would be taken at random from the group.

Seraphim's soul had been chosen as the source of power for the gate.

Space quivered.

Then, it bent.

A suffocating presence erupted from the very fabric of reality, twisting and distorting the air around it.

A rectangular gate, pulsing with black light and crackling energy, manifested before them.

Anthony's gaze flicked to the gate.

But he didn't move.

His eyes lingered on it for a moment, then slowly drifted back to Seraphim's lifeless body.

His mind raced through the abilities at his disposal.

Time?

He couldn't reverse time fully for living beings, let alone reclaim a soul and return a being to life.

Quantum Manipulation?

He hadn't yet mastered it to such a degree that it could bend the very fabric of existence in this way.

Soul Manipulation?

It was beyond his reach, still in its infancy.

His control over souls stemmed from his Quantum manipulation, but it was not enough.

Then, his mind snapped into focus as a single word echoed through his thoughts.

A name.

For the first time, Anthony turned his gaze inward, to the depths of his own soul, where a being resided.

As Anthony opened his eyes, a vast plane materialized before him, its towering pillars adorned with ancient stones, stretching endlessly into the horizon.

At the center, a throne stood, the embodiment of power.

Seated upon it, a man, one leg crossed over the other, radiated an overwhelming aura of authority, the very epitome of command.

His presence was serene, yet unshakable.

He bore a face that even the universe itself dared not carve.

His long golden hair cascaded down his back, flowing past his waist in a regal, untamed wave.

His head rested calmly on one of his hand, which was curled into a fist, while his other hand lay effortlessly on the armrest of the throne.

Then, as if sensing a presence, the being's eyes slowly opened.

They were golden, the same hue as his hair.

Eyes that seemed to devour every shard of light that dared to reflect upon them, pulling all brilliance into their infinite depths.

Then, the man spoke.

"To think the first time you visit me is because of a woman"

His tone was calm yet commanding, despite his attempt to make it sound casual.

Anthony stopped in front of Romulus, his gaze focused as he locked eyes with the being.

"This isn't the time for your jokes, Romulus"

Anthony intoned, his voice steady.

"And who said I was joking?"

Romulus replied, his lips curling into a smile.

"You could have at least come for a chat before all this"

"I need your help"

Anthony said, cutting straight to the point.

"No need to elaborate. I'm bound to you. I know everything there is to know"

Romulus replied, his tone both knowing and detached.

"Does that mean you will help?"

Anthony asked, his voice steady.

Romulus looked at him, his smile never fading.

He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he simply regarded Anthony, his gaze thoughtful, as if weighing something far beyond words.

Minutes passed, but the silence stretched on, unbroken.

Time had no meaning here.

A billion years could have passed in the blink of an eye, or perhaps, no time had passed at all.

So Anthony waited.

He didn't rush.

He didn't even blink.

Romulus' lips curled into a slight, knowing smile, and his voice rang out.

"No"

It was a single word, yet it shattered every shred of hope Anthony had left.

Powerlessness coiled around his heart, suffocating him.

"Why?"

Anthony asked, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of the question.

Romulus' gaze remained steady, calm.

"You've never lost anyone, Anthony"

He said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of ages.

"In this world... in your life... you need to learn to face loss. You can't save everyone. You don't have that power"

Romulus' words echoed, a harsh truth Anthony wasn't ready to hear.

"But you have the power"

Anthony said, his voice firm.

"Indeed, I do"

Romulus replied, his expression unchanged, calm as ever.

"Since you are bound to me, that means I have the power. So, save her"

Anthony's words were almost a command, an appeal wrapped in desperation.

Romulus' gaze remained steady, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling at the edges of his lips.

"Since I am bound to you, and you possess the power... why don't you use it then?"

Romulus said, his tone as measured and unhurried as ever as he threw Anthony's wordplay back at him.

Anthony's jaw clenched, a tension rippling through his body.

Romulus watched him, his gaze unshifting.

He understood Anthony's turmoil, the raw emotions flooding him.

But the truth was clear, without the power to rewrite fate, to alter the very fabric of existence, saving everyone was an impossibility.

And Anthony... did not possess that power.

"If it were your family members, I would have helped"

Romulus began, his voice steady.

"But what happens when another person dies on the next floor you're about to enter? Will you call upon me again?"

Anthony closed his eyes, his breath slowing as the weight of Romulus' words sank in.

He understood now.

The truth was inescapable.

Without the power, there was no way to save everyone.

He opened his eyes, a sense of clarity returning to him, like the fog lifting from his mind.

"Thank you"

He said, the words slipping from his lips.

And then, with a gentle shift in the air, his form vanished.

His senses snapped back to the real world in the blink of an eye.

Not even a second had passed.

Reynold and Dale were still on the ground, holding Seraphim's lifeless body, their tears staining her pale skin.

Kingsley's face flickered between a frown and something softer, perhaps sadness, though it was hard to tell.

Even his formidable talent couldn't bring back the dead.

Anthony's emotions had settled.

His rage, his guilt, the overwhelming powerlessness, all quieted to a simmering calm.

He opened his mouth, as if to address his teammates, to say something, anything to ease the moment.

But before he could speak, something vibrated.

Without hesitation, Anthony reached into his inventory and pulled it out, the Visconti Homo Sapiens Fountain Pen, gifted to him by the Soulpen Sovereign.

It rested in his palm, a strange, ethereal weight to it.

The pen, unlike any normal writing instrument, held the potential to create miracles... without a single word of request from its owner.

The pen began to tremble with an intensity that resonated through the air.

It slowly rose from Anthony's palm, spinning as it ascended.

Kingsley, Dale, and Reynold's eyes were immediately drawn to the pen.

A radiant light flickered along its surface.

The glow intensified, building to a crescendo before an overwhelming surge of energy erupted outward with a fierce, unrelenting force.

In response, everyone instinctively shielded their eyes, as the light and energy threatened to engulf everything in its path.

Yet, remarkably, there was no shockwave, no devastation, only an unsettling stillness that followed.

After a brief, tense silence, the blinding light gradually faded, leaving the world to return to its prior stillness.

Anthony's gaze shifted toward Seraphim, his anticipation palpable as he awaited the miracle.

His eyes flickered momentarily.

"Captain, what happened? What was that?"

Kingsley's voice broke the silence, his tone laced with confusion.

But Anthony remained silent, his attention wholly fixated on Seraphim.

Then, with a subtle twitch, a muscle in her face stirred.

Her eyelids fluttered open.

Attempting to rise, Seraphim found herself cradled in Reynold's arms.

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Without a second thought, she struck him, her fist sending him flying backward.

Reynold twisted midair, landing on his feet with the grace of a seasoned fighter.

"Pervert. I'm not one of your Phoenix clan members"

Ahe snapped, her voice sharp and defiant.

Turning toward the others, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why are all of you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

She asked, her expression one of genuine confusion.