MIGHT AS WELL BE OP
Chapter 486 - 486: Mad Scientist

As the members of the Logistics Department stepped through the shimmering portal, a wave of astonishment swept across the faces of those present.

Eyes widened in disbelief, not only had Anthony rescued them, but he had also secured the safety of the entire Logistics Department.

Such strength. Such foresight.

The battle between Anthony and Corporal Daniel had unfolded near the entrance to the secret realm.

In the critical moment when Corporal Daniel sacrificed himself to forcibly teleport Anthony to the Demon Monarch, Anthony, anticipating unforeseen events in his absence, left behind a clone at the exact moment of his departure — just in case.

Just moments before the planet succumbed to total collapse, Anthony and his clone simultaneously activated the Mirror Dimension.

Within this alternate space, Zhyravel and the remaining members of the Logistics Department bore silent witness as the military base crumbled before their eyes.

As destruction unfolded beyond the mirrored veil, Anthony's clone had calmly briefed them on the military's current situation.

The Grand Marshals could only watch in astonishment as the members of the Logistics Department emerged one by one.

Even the Warlords, typically indifferent and bored, had a momentary flicker in their eyes, a brief glint of interest, before their expressions returned to their usual bored expressions.

Zhyravel's gaze drifted from the Anthony standing before him to the one suspended in the air above.

"You never cease to surprise me, Lieutenant Anthony"

He said with a calm smile, his eyes sweeping over the gathered soldiers, silently counting their number.

He hadn't anticipated that Anthony would go so far as to save the soldiers as well, nor had he expected that the Anthony before him was merely a clone.

Within the Mirror Dimension, Zhyravel had activated his unique eyes, intent on studying as much as he could about the peculiar realm.

After all, superimposing an entire reality over an existing one to such an intricate degree was no trivial accomplishment, especially when achieved by a mere Ecliptic-rank human.

A dark temptation stirred within him, he imagined dissecting Anthony, laying him out on his table for careful study.

The potential research value was immeasurable, and his mind raced with possibilities.

But alas, he was not yet powerful enough to contend with three Supreme Monarchs.

'A pity'

He mused with a quiet sigh.

"It's been a while, Mr. Zhyravel"

Anthony said calmly, a faint smile on his lips as his sharp blue eyes met the violet gaze of the infamous mad scientist.

'Even now, he's trying to analyze me. Truly, the mind of a mad scientist knows no rest'

Anthony thought, his expression unchanging.

Zhyravel's violet eyes slowly faded back to their usual pitch-black as he shifted his attention to the three Warlords.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite Phoenix triplets"

Zhyravel said with a smile as he strolled toward the three Warlords.

"With the research value the three of you possess, we could potentially create entire sets of beings, twins, triplets, quadruplets and beyond, to stand against the demon tide"

Even in the presence of Primarchs of Reality, Zhyravel's mind remained consumed by curiosity and experimentation.

The idea of restraining and studying them danced through his thoughts without hesitation.

Triplets born as one, sharing similar talents, instincts, and perhaps even fate, was a phenomenon unlike any other.

And Zhyravel fully intended to unravel its mysteries.

"It's been a while, Zhyravel Veylanthar"

Kaelrix, Therionis, and Zauren spoke in unison, their voices dripping with boredom as they showed no reaction to the mad scientist's words, after all, this was hardly the first time he had uttered such madness.

"So, with the three of you here, you couldn't even protect the military base, allowing a mere Lieutenant to do what you could not"

Zhyravel spoke, effortlessly floating upward to join Anthony, the Grand Marshals, and the Warlords gathered nearby.

"It's not that simple, Zhyravel Veylanthar. This is war. Nothing ever goes so smoothly"

Kaelrix replied calmly, his face expressionless as he met the advancing scientist's gaze.

"Is that so..."

Zhyravel mused, a hint of knowing in his tone.

"Then where is the Supreme Monarch? I have yet to see her. Her castle lies in ruins, and she is nowhere to be found"

At Zhyravel's words, a collective realization seemed to dawn on those present, the Supreme Monarch, the Chakram of End.

They had grown so accustomed to her absence that many had nearly forgotten she existed.

"She is engaged in battle with a Demon Monarch at a distant location"

Therionis replied without hesitation, his voice void of emotion, so steady that no one could question his truthfulness.

"She will not be arriving anytime soon. You know well how protracted battles at that level can be"

A heavy silence settled as everyone drifted into their own thoughts.

Therionis's explanation was accepted without doubt; after all, if a clash between a Demon Monarch and the Supreme Monarch had taken place near the base, its destruction would be inevitable.

Not once did it cross their minds that the Supreme Monarch might have fallen, such a thought was unthinkable, almost sacrilegious.

"Who would have imagined the entire military base reduced to rubble. At least I managed to save all my equipment. Replacing them now would have been a costly ordeal"

Zhyravel remarked, gratitude flickering in his eyes as he acknowledged the foresight of evacuating his work machines and hardware.

"Hoo… and what of your precious research data?Surely those files and documents were consumed by the destruction"

Zauren asked casually, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Zhyravel shook his head and replied,

"I don't bother writing anything down. As a member of the Veylanthar Clan, I possess an innate ability known as 'Perfect Recall.' It ensures I never forget a single detail, whether seen or even merely contemplated. With such a gift, why would I waste time jotting notes when I can recall everything effortlessly, even in my sleep?"

Zauren and the others nodded in understanding. After all, the intellectual prowess of the Veylanthar Clan was legendary, and such an innate ability was entirely plausible.

The discussion continued quietly among them, while Anthony ensured with utmost care that their conversation remained concealed.