MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 400: Kingsley Sky [Daplug]

Morning arrived swiftly, ushered in by soft golden rays that filtered through the window.

Anthony stirred from his sleep and rose with a calm motion, no longer burdened by dreams of saving princesses from Demon Kings.

Those fantasies had long since faded into irrelevance.

He sat up, his body relaxed but sharp, and walked over to the window.

The early sunlight bathed his face in a warm glow.

Outside, a few Lieutenants sat in perfect lotus positions, unmoving, immersed in deep cultivation.

Their auras pulsed faintly, disciplined and focused.

This was their routine, every spare moment dedicated to growth.

After all, they were soldiers stationed at the edge of war, always prepared to be called to the frontlines.

Only Anthony had the freedom to do things like sleep, bathe, and eat regularly.

He stayed at the window a moment longer, quietly observing, then turned and made his way to the bathroom.

A short, refreshing bath followed.

As he stepped out, his universal clothing shimmered and morphed into a new design, sleek, comfortable, and casually stylish.

Settling into a chair, he pulled out his phone.

No messages. No alerts.

With a smirk, he tapped into his alternate account and began scrolling.

He wasn't here to look up military updates or mission logs.

He was here to gossip.

Anthony suddenly stopped scrolling and sighed.

'I've finally gotten a phone… but I can't even enjoy pressing it'

He thought, shaking his head as he stood up.

Just as he reached the door, a knock sounded.

Without delay, Anthony opened it.

Standing there was another elf, this one male, his uniform pristine and his posture crisp with military discipline.

"Lieutenant Anthony"

The elf said, his voice calm and measured.

"These are your military uniform and resources"

He extended a neatly folded uniform along with a sealed box, most likely containing standard-issue gear and access tokens.

"I was also told to inform you that you'll soon be introduced to your assigned team. You should prepare accordingly"

The elf gave a short nod, then turned on his heels and walked away with quiet efficiency.

Anthony closed the door behind him, the lock clicking softly.

He gazed at the pristine black uniform in his hand, its fabric cold to the touch.

It was identical to the one worn by Lieutenant Darren, a stark reminder of his station.

His All Seeing Eyes effortlessly imparted intricate details about the garment, as if reading the very essence of its design.

The military uniform was more than mere attire; it functioned as a second skin, an armor capable of withstanding immense damage and ferocious assaults.

Its advanced features included self-cleaning, self-repairing, and adaptive fitting, ensuring the wearer's comfort and resilience in the harshest of conditions.

Emblazoned on the right side of the chest was the insignia, a symbol of authority and power.

It depicted a black sun, its jagged, blade-like rays extending outward with a sense of deadly precision.

At its core, a hollow circle cradled a single silver drop, starkly contrasting against the surrounding darkness.

The sharpness of the lines and the eerie, subtle glow of the emblem bespoke of those who thrived in shadow, warriors who had emerged from the crucible of fire, bound by unshakable resolve and purpose.

With a simple thought, his universal clothing seamlessly took the form of the military uniform.

Anthony stood before a mirror, surrendering briefly to his more self-indulgent side.

A satisfied smile stretched across his lips as he admired his reflection, the very image of self assured elegance and power.

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However, the moment was fleeting, disrupted by a sharp knock at the door.

"How difficult is it to get a moment's peace?"

Anthony muttered under his breath, then walked to the door.

With a swift motion, he swung the door open, only to find Colonel Vazeryth standing in the doorway.

"How are you finding the new uniform and rank?"

Colonel Vazeryth asked, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Feels good, Colonel"

Anthony replied, his voice steady, though there was a hint of pride beneath the words.

"Good"

The Colonel affirmed.

"Let's move. I'll introduce you to your teammates"

With that, Colonel Vazeryth began walking, his pace purposeful.

Anthony closed the door behind him and followed suit.

As they made their way down the hallway, several Lieutenants saluted them in quiet respect, their eyes acknowledging the power Colonel Vazeryth carried.

The two of them ascended into the air, the familiar sensation of weightlessness embracing Anthony as he simply followed the Colonel's lead.

They flew to another floating island, their destination clear but not yet in sight.

It wasn't until they reached a quiet clearing that they finally descended, landing with practiced precision.

In the center of the clearing, four figures sat in meditative stillness, their eyes closed.

Each of them wore the same black uniform as Anthony, signaling their status as Lieutenant ranked soldiers.

As Anthony and Colonel Vazeryth descended, the four figures immediately snapped their eyes open, their gazes sharpening in unison as they turned upwards to meet the newcomers.

Without hesitation, they rose to their feet and saluted the Colonel, a gesture of both respect and protocol.

The Colonel acknowledged their salute with a brief nod before speaking, his tone direct and to the point.

"He is your new teammate and captain"

The words hung in the air for a moment, and before Anthony could fully process the gravity of the statement, the Colonel vanished with a mere flicker of his presence, as space itself seemed to bend to his will.

No further explanation was offered, no commands, no instructions.

Only a single, definitive statement before the Colonel's form disappeared entirely, leaving behind a faint frown that lingered in the air.

'Captain?'

Anthony's mind raced, the suddenness of the promotion catching him off guard.

He hadn't anticipated this shift in rank, especially not in the presence of such seasoned soldiers.

His feet touched the earth with a soft thud as he gently floated down to stand before his new team.

The four soldiers before him regarded him with impassive expressions, their gazes devoid of emotion, yet calculating.

Their stares mirrored his own, cold, unreadable, and sharp.

They made no move, offering neither welcome nor challenge, simply waiting for him to make the first move.

"I am Lieutenant Anthony. Your new teammate and captain. Nice to meet you"

Anthony introduced himself, his voice firm and composed as his eyes swept over each of them.

His gaze lingered on the four individuals before him, each distinct in their own right.

'A Vampire, an Elf, a Human, a Phoenix... all at the Ecliptic Rank'

He noted, recognition flashing through his mind.

They hadn't been part of the group he had encountered the day before, upon his arrival at the island reserved for the Lieutenant ranks.

This team was clearly one of a different caliber.

The silence was broken as the male Vampire, standing with an air of quiet authority, spoke first.

"I'm Lieutenant Dale"

He said, his voice cool, almost detached.

Next, the Phoenix, his fiery red hair barely contained within his uniform, gave a slight nod and introduced himself.

"I'm Lieutenant Reynold"

He stated, his tone carrying a warmth akin to his element.

Then came the elf, the only woman among them, her presence both ethereal and sharp. Her voice rang out with a melodic quality, smooth and composed.

"I'm Lieutenant Seraphim"

As her words hung in the air, Anthony's senses sharpened.

Despite the woman's striking presence, there was something peculiar about her, something more than what the eyes could see.

He couldn't detect any mana emanating from her form, yet there was a strong aura surrounding her.

Upon closer inspection, he noted the faintest glow of energy within her core, an energy he hadn't encountered in many others: Spiritual Energy.

It was not the familiar mana that flowed through the veins of the world.

Then, standing to the side, a man whose presence seemed to radiate an unsettling sense of flawlessness spoke, his voice smooth and devoid of any apparent emotion.

"I'm Lieutenant Kingsley"

He introduced himself, his gaze steady and sharp

Anthony's eyes twitched involuntarily as his senses honed in on Kingsley.

Unlike the others, he couldn't detect any form of energy from him, no mana, no aura, not even the faintest trace of spiritual energy.

It was as though Kingsley existed outside of the very forces that governed the world around him.

The realization struck Anthony with a sudden clarity, drawing his thoughts back to the unusual sensation he had felt when facing the Tower of Knowledge guardian.

This was no ordinary individual, but something altogether... different.

'Kingsley Sky'

The name provided by his Authority Of Information.

The third anomaly.

His gaze fixed on Kingsley, his mind racing with the implications of what he was encountering.

His Authority of Information flared to life as he posed a question, seeking confirmation.

"Are you Kingsley Sky?"

Anthony asked, his voice steady but edged with curiosity.

Kingsley's expression remained as impassive as ever.

He merely nodded, answering without hesitation.

"I am. Why do you ask?"

Without a moment's pause, Anthony activated his Authority of Information.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Kingsley Sky, the third Anomaly is Daplug (third on the Fan Value Ranking)