MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 1279: Crying

The Second Supreme Monarch stared at the Threads Of Fate, wondering what they were. But his instincts, cultivated over thousands of years, told him that whatever this was, it wasn’t a good thing. First of all, he could see himself through each Thread Of Fate as though he were looking at various versions of himself, as though he were witnessing branching realities, realities that would come into existence depending on the choices he made throughout his life. Second, Anthony had just told him that there were some fates that were worse than death.

His face immediately twisted into a frown.

"As I’m sure you already know," Anthony began to speak, "I was the one who wiped out your entire line of descendants while you were away on a mission," he stated.

As Anthony spoke, the memories came rushing back to the Second Supreme Monarch as he remembered heading to his descendants’ planet and finding not a single soul alive.

"Now, judging from the sheer number of descendants you had, I can tell you are someone who simply loves sleeping with women," he explained. "Normally, the stronger one gets, the more they forget about things like sex... but not you, Second Supreme Monarch." A smile touched his lips.

The bad feeling the Second Supreme Monarch felt intensified as Anthony added in finality.

"That is why I’ve decided to do something you would very much... hate," Anthony continued. "Every month from now on, and on random days, you will be raped by at least five male Demons, not just incubi, but any and all types of male Demons, and in the most wicked way imaginable." Anthony’s smile slowly turned into a wicked smirk.

The moment those words left his lips, the Second Supreme Monarch’s eyes widened as he immediately clutched his behind with both hands while his mind couldn’t help but paint an unimaginably vivid picture for him.

As Anthony spoke, the first Thread Of Fate, which represented the Present before branching out into infinitely many future realities, immediately trembled as though something were happening to it.

The Second Supreme Monarch’s eyes opened wide as, the very next moment, he started seeing various male Demons appear before him in countless future realities, relentlessly chasing after him while he ran away in absolute terror.

The worst part was that these weren’t ordinary Mortal Rank Demons he could defeat or escape from. These beings were Paragon Rank Demons at the very minimum; he had absolutely no hope against them. And in every single reality, he never escaped, and the Demons also never killed him.

The Second Supreme Monarch immediately launched off his feet like a rocket as his right hand shot forward toward the Threads Of Fate as though he wanted to rip them to shreds and erase such a horrifying future from existence.

But the Threads Of Fate weren’t tangible, and even if they were, could someone like the Second Supreme Monarch even touch them with his bare hands? His body simply stumbled forward as he fell face-first onto the ground while the Threads Of Fate phased through him as though they didn’t even exist.

Anthony watched the man, thoroughly amused. No matter what world or reality one lived in, getting raped was everyone’s nightmare, let alone being raped by five bulky, sex-starved Demons while being a straight man.

The Second Supreme Monarch rose to his feet as he spoke. "YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM THESE DEMONS, NULL ANTHONY!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "YOU MIGHT WEAR HUMAN SKIN, USE MANA, TALK LIKE A HUMAN, BUT YOUR BLOOD AND HEART ARE THOSE OF A FUCKING DEMON!!!!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

The entire underground cavern threatened to collapse beneath the overwhelming aura seeping from the Second Supreme Monarch’s body, but Anthony held the entire cavern in place through his Earth affinity, preventing it from collapsing despite the immense pressure.

The moment he was done speaking, he shot forward like an arrow, his claws tearing toward Anthony’s throat as he finally lost all reason. Anthony stared at the incoming attack with a smile as he watched it land squarely on his neck without either he or Infinity bothering to block it.

The moment the Second Supreme Monarch’s claws made contact with Anthony’s neck, his entire right arm immediately exploded outward from the shoulder, flesh, bone, and blood splattering through the air. But the Second Supreme Monarch didn’t stop. He immediately used his left hand as he unsheathed the sword hanging on his waist and slashed toward Anthony’s waist.

But the blade instantly shattered into countless pieces as his entire left arm suffered the same fate as the right. Yet, as a Supreme Monarch, he was accustomed to pain; his pain tolerance was simply far too high to be affected by this level of agony. So he switched to his legs, but the moment he drove the soles of his feet into Anthony’s abdomen, his body was violently blasted backward as his back crashed against the wall behind him with a thunderous boom while both of his legs were torn apart from the knees downward.

With that, silence returned to the cavern as Anthony simply stared at the Second Supreme Monarch with an expressionless face. If anyone else had attacked him, Anthony would have immediately killed them, but what injuries could the Second Supreme Monarch possibly inflict upon him?

The injuries the former Vampire had received were merely the result of attacking Anthony’s body. It was no different from an ordinary person punching a speeding truck; naturally, they would end up reducing themselves to nothing more than bloodied meat paste.

The Second Supreme Monarch sat on the ground, blood flowing endlessly from where his limbs had once been. The bandages covering his old injuries had already been torn apart as he leaned against the wall with his head lowered, his long hair hanging over his face.

One could hear muffled sounds as though someone were desperately trying to suppress any noise.

Anthony’s head tilted slightly to the side in surprise as he witnessed something that genuinely caught him off guard; the Second Supreme Monarch was... crying.

When the man’s entire lineage of descendants had been wiped out, he hadn’t shed a single tear... well, at least not to Anthony’s knowledge. The man had survived being thrown into the Abyssal Realm and fought for his survival every single day without breaking. He had endured battles, unimaginable suffering, and despair without ever allowing himself to collapse.

But somehow... the thought of being raped by at least five male Demons every single month for the foreseeable future had become the one thing that finally shattered his mental fortitude and reduced the once-proud Supreme Monarch to silent tears.