MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 216 Rumour

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft amber glow over the gathering hall where Rank 1 adventurers had come to rest.

Their conversations hummed in the background, a chorus of voices filled with respect, authority, and anticipation.

The atmosphere was far from the chaos Anthony had left behind on the lower floors, here, there was a certain reverence in the air, a mutual understanding that each person within this space had earned their place through blood, sweat, and an unwavering pursuit of mastery.

Anthony stood at the center of the hall, his posture unshaken, his eyes scanning the faces of the adventurers who now regarded him with a quiet curiosity.

His presence had been undeniable, a force in itself, and over the past few weeks, the word of his extraordinary mission completion rate had spread like wildfire.

No one here could deny the sheer power behind his abilities, nor the audacity with which he approached every task laid before him.

Among the small group of Rank 1 adventurers, a few had become familiar faces.

They were not friends, but allies of circumstance.

In a world that revered strength, social bonds were often forged in the crucible of battle.

Anthony's gaze shifted to a group gathered around a table, the murmur of their conversation rising and falling like the tide.

Anthony approached, his expression as inscrutable as ever.

He was tall, his attire simple yet functional, a stark contrast to the more ornate, regal garb worn by some of his peers.

But the manner in which he carried himself told a different story.

His eyes were sharp, his every movement purposeful.

"Lorian"

A man with a slight smirk on his lips greeted him, rising from his seat.

His name was Daelen, and he was one of the more prominent figures in this circle of Rank 1s.

His hair was dark, slicked back in a disciplined fashion, and his gaze bore the weight of experience.

"I was wondering when you'd show up. The room was getting a little too noisy for someone of your disposition"

Anthony offered a nod, his expression neutral.

"You know how it is"

He said coolly.

"I prefer to keep to myself, especially in such... distracting company"

There was a brief chuckle from Daelen's companion, a woman by the name of Mira.

She had a sharp, angular beauty, her hair a silvery white that contrasted sharply against her dark, battle worn armor.

Her eyes were a vivid violet, a remnant of her past as a mage of formidable talent.

"Well, your reputation certainly precedes you, Lorian. No one here is surprised by your mission completion rates. They say you're faster than even some of the veterans on this floor. What's your secret?"

Anthony met her gaze without flinching.

"No secret"

He replied simply

"Just efficiency and a focus on results"

There was a brief moment of quiet before Mira spoke again, her voice tinged with a mix of admiration and intrigue.

"You've been relentless, Lorian. Most adventurers would take a break after the kind of streak you've had. But you... you just keep going. What's your endgame?"

Anthony tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Endgame?"

He repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue.

"There is no endgame. There is only the next mission"

The others exchanged knowing glances.

There was something in his tone, something that suggested Anthony wasn't just an adventurer driven by the thrill of combat or the pursuit of power.

No, his relentless pace was something more.

It was a quiet determination, an unyielding need for something beyond simple victory.

Mira leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping thoughtfully against the table.

"I suppose we'll all see what this mission is about soon enough. It could be the beginning of something far bigger than any of us"

Anthony nodded, his gaze unwavering.

"Perhaps. But I'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, I have one last mission to finish"

"Ah, one last mission"

Daelen murmured, raising his glass in a mock salute.

"You're going to retire soon, then?"

Anthony's smile was brief but knowing.

"That's the plan"

The conversation continued, the details of the upcoming mission still speculative, but the undercurrent of anticipation was undeniable.

The idea of Rank 0 adventurers, beings of such unparalleled strength, venturing forth with the help of Rank 1s to Rank 3s was a tantalizing one.

For the adventurers of this floor, it represented a chance to prove themselves, to rise beyond the usual limits and test their mettle against powers they had only heard of in whispers.

As the hours passed, Anthony's mind wandered.

He wasn't one for idle chatter, but he couldn't help but entertain the thought of this rumored mission.

If it truly was a challenge worthy of the highest ranks, then it would be an opportunity to end his adventuring career on a high note.

After this mission, he would retire, leave the halls of power behind, leaving behind the legacy of a Rank 1 adventurer whose name would be whispered in awe and reverence. and begin his training.

But that was a thought for another time.

For now, the mission awaited.

He stood up from the table, his movements fluid and purposeful.

"I'll take my leave"

He said simply, and with a nod to the group he turned around and left.