MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 317: Defence Mechanism

As Aaaninja settled into his seat, a faint smile gracing his lips, a voice echoed in his ears.

"What’s so amusing?"

His expression shifted instantly as he snapped his head around, only to find Anthony seated behind him, a smirk playing on his lips.

’When did he get here?’

Aaaninja’s thoughts raced, he hadn’t sensed Anthony’s arrival at all.

This was no trivial matter.

Aaaninja possessed an innate awareness that allowed him to perceive everything that existed in time within a set range, even with his eyes closed.

But with his Eyes Of Genesis activated, that range expanded to kilometers, rendering stealth attacks, concealment techniques, and evasive maneuvers utterly ineffective, unless, of course, the stealth was on par with or surpassed the power of his eyes.

"When did you get here?"

Aaaninja asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"Just now. Why would I arrive and stay silent?"

Anthony replied casually.

His gaze shifted to Aaaninja’s eyes, a faint glimmer of intrigue flashing across his own.

"I have to say, your eyes are quite mesmerizing. Any particular reason for activating them this time?"

Aaaninja met his stare briefly before responding.

"No reason"

His tone was indifferent as he rose from the floor and moved toward a nearby couch, settling into its embrace with an air of quiet composure.

"I keep them closed because they always draw attention"

Aaaninja continued, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of weariness.

"I’m tired of people staring at me every time I walk past them"

Anthony let out a low chuckle.

"Oh? I thought you simply couldn’t use them all the time. You should be careful, though, eyes as mesmerizing as yours might just tempt someone to take them"

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His lips curled into a knowing smile.

Aaaninja shook his head slightly.

"That already happened when I was little"

Anthony’s smirk faded as his brow arched in surprise.

"When and how?"

Anthony asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Aren’t your parents supposed to be bigshots in your world or something?"

Aaaninja’s expression remained unreadable as he responded.

"They are indeed powerful figures. But every bigshot has their enemies"

His gaze drifted toward the window, the faint reflection of his iridescent eyes shimmering against the glass as he blinked.

"When I was eleven, one of my father’s enemies captured me while I was training... and gouged out my eyes" Discover more content at novelbuddy

His voice was steady, but the weight of the memory pressed against his words, the ghost of that day stirring within his mind.

"As a young master, weren’t you supposed to have bodyguards watching over you at all times?"

Anthony asked, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Aaaninja nodded.

"I did. At that time, I had twenty guards, each of them strong in their own right. But…"

He paused, his gaze darkening.

"We never expected my father’s enemy to personally make a move. We assumed any attack would come from a subordinate"

Anthony remained silent, sensing there was more to the story.

He simply watched, waiting for Aaaninja to continue.

"When he arrived, he didn’t even need to lift a finger. With a single glance, he wiped out my entire guard. They didn’t have time to react, one moment they stood by my side, the next, they had all burst into a mist of blood"

Aaaninja’s voice was calm, almost detached, yet the weight of the memory lingered in his tone.

"Turns out, he had been waiting for me to leave my family’s estate. The moment I did, he struck. After he gouged out my eyes… my father arrived"

Anthony remained silent, his gaze fixed on Aaaninja, who continued staring out the window, his reflection blending with the faint glow of his iridescent eyes.

"That was the first time I saw my father make a move… Well, not that I actually saw him. I lost consciousness the moment he arrived. When I woke up, I was back at the family estate. My eyes were in their sockets again… but they weren’t the ones that had been taken. A new pair had grown in their place, replacing the old ones"

Aaaninja fell quiet, his gaze still distant, as if lost in the echoes of that day.

"What about the eyes that were taken?"

Anthony asked, his curiosity deepening.

"What happened to them?"

Aaaninja’s gaze remained fixed on the window, his voice steady as he replied.

"Well… it turns out that once my eyes are removed, they lose all vitality, everything. The colors, the patterns, even their power… all of it fades. They turn completely white, lifeless"

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Even if they’re sealed the instant they’re taken, the result remains the same. It’s a natural defense, a defence mechanism of my eyes"

His mind drifted back to the moment his father had shown him the hollow, colorless remnants of what had once been his own eyes.

"Damn… that’s a hardcore world you live in"

Anthony muttered, taking in Aaaninja’s story.

Aaaninja exhaled lightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well… that moment truly opened my eyes to reality"

That day had shaped him into the man he was now, one who refused to ever be at the mercy of another.

A brief silence settled between them before Aaaninja turned to Anthony.

"So… do you have any tragic story of your own?"

Anthony let out a short chuckle.

"Me? Nope. Nothing like that. Though I was cursed from the moment I was born, I wouldn’t really call that a tragedy"

He stretched slightly, rolling his shoulders.

"Besides, my katana has always been enough to solve any problem that comes my way"

He shrugged, as if dismissing the weight of his own words, a carefree grin lingering on his face.

"Truly, an easy life you have lived"

Aaaninja remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

Anthony scoffed.

"Easy? Just because you went through a single character development moment, you act like you’ve endured the hardest trial in existence"

Aaaninja smirked but didn’t argue.

Instead, he shifted the conversation.

"I have a question"

Anthony glanced at him while pulling out his phone, which had just vibrated with a message from Lucian.

"What is it?"

Aaaninja’s gaze sharpened.

"How strong are you?"

Anthony looked up from his phone, meeting Aaaninja’s eyes with a knowing grin.

"Why don’t you have another True Enlightenment… and then find out?"

Aaaninja shook his head in mild defeat, he hadn’t expected a straight answer from Anthony anyway.

"I won’t pry then"

He said, leaning back slightly.

"But tell me this, are your eyes special like mine?"

Anthony’s grin widened, a playful yet cryptic glint flashing in his gaze.

"Obviously. Before my eyes, all your secrets are laid bare"