MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Losses
Originally, Anthony had intended to dismantle a base or two and leave it at that.

However, with nothing to occupy his time upon returning home, he chose to indulge himself.

Activating his Authority Of Information, he effortlessly unearthed a vast trove of intelligence on the Assassin Guild, an overwhelming expanse of information.

Hidden bases.

Hidden training grounds.

Hidden spies.

Hidden corporations.

Hidden transactions.

Hidden trade routes.

Assassination targets.

Hidden members.

The sheer magnitude of it all was staggering.

Anthony’s mind raced as he processed the vast network of secrets now laid bare before him.

He was stunned, unable to fathom just how deeply entrenched the Assassin Guild truly was.

This was more than just assassination.

Not that any of this truly concerned him.

He held no real interest in his own assassination, this was nothing more than a diversion, a way to stave off boredom.

The worst part?

This wasn’t even the full extent of the guild’s secrets.

What Anthony had uncovered was merely what his current level of Authority Of Information allowed him to perceive.

Even so, if action were taken based on just this fragment of intelligence, the Assassin Guild would face catastrophic losses.

And the thought of those losses?

It sent a thrilling shiver down Anthony’s spine.

Anthony gazed down upon the devastation below, his expression unreadable.

With nothing more than a flicker of his will, the earth trembled, reshaping itself into a message etched in stone:

“THE NULL FAMILY IS ALWAYS WATCHING”

There was no need to sign his name.

He knew that the survivors, those fortunate or unfortunate enough to escape, would spread the tale of the one who had personally razed the base.

Turning to his guards, Anthony spoke in a calm, unwavering voice.

“We’re leaving”

Without hesitation, they nodded in silent acknowledgment.

A portal tore open before him, swirling with energy.

Without a second glance, Anthony stepped through.

His guards followed close behind, vanishing into the abyss.

Then, the reckoning began.

Anthony unleashed a rampage of unrelenting destruction.

Over forty hidden bases of the Assassin Guild, reduced to nothing but smoldering ruins.

Everyone within, annihilated.

The guild’s shadowy corporations, obliterated without a trace.

Spies, erased before their instincts could even warn them of their impending doom.

Transaction routes, set ablaze in hellish flames, while others lay entombed in eternal ice.

Hidden members, decapitated, their severed heads displayed as grim warnings on stakes.

The guild’s vast assets, crippled beyond recovery, left in utter ruin.

Assassination targets were discreetly informed of the bounties on their heads, along with the identities of those who had placed them.

With that single act, the Assassin Guild’s long standing reputation for secrecy crumbled.

Meanwhile, Anthony remained a mere spectator.

His shadow soldiers and clones carried out the massacre in his stead, executing his will with ruthless precision as he and his guards simply observed the spectacle unfold.

At every obliterated base, he left behind the same chilling message:

“THE NULL FAMILY IS ALWAYS WATCHING”

And just like that, in the span of a single night, countless lives were snuffed out before they even realized what was happening.

When his work was done, Anthony returned home.

He slept soundly, like a child without a care in the world.

His night was peaceful. His dreams, undisturbed.

But for the Assassin Guild, the night was anything but peaceful.

Word had reached headquarters.

The Null Family had moved.

Even the Young Master himself had personally descended upon their bases.

They stared at the devastation, seething with fury.

Years of meticulous planning—gone.

Years of pooling resources—gone.

Years of cultivation—gone.

Years of carefully laid foundations, obliterated in a single night.

Everything was reduced to ashes.

Nothing was spared.

No one was left alive.

Rage burned in the eyes of the high ranking members gathered at the Assassin Guild’s headquarters.

The scale of their losses was staggering, unfathomable.

Even the bounty on Anthony’s head, no matter how exorbitant, couldn’t begin to compensate for the devastation inflicted upon them.

Yet, they didn’t waste time pondering how the Null Family had acquired such an overwhelming trove of intelligence.

They knew, far too well, that there were countless means of gathering information.

The real nightmare?

Calls flooded in, demanding answers.

Clients, once confident in the guild’s discretion, now demanded to know how their bounties had been exposed.

Panic spread as those who had been marked for death received the names of their would be executioners, names that ignited immediate retaliation.

One by one, the carefully woven threads of the Assassin Guild’s empire began to unravel.

The high ranking members of the Assassin Guild didn’t waste time on speculation.

They didn’t entertain the idea that the Null Family had been framed.

They knew the Null Family.

There was no need for scheming.

No need for empty words.

They spoke through power.

They spoke through might.

They spoke through blood.

They were madmen.

The assassin guild weren’t fools.

They had accepted the mission only because they knew that Michael, Mitchelle, and Collins, the pillars of the Null Family, were in seclusion.

Had those three not been preoccupied, the Assassin Guild’s headquarters would have already been reduced to rubble.

What they had just suffered was no act of vengeance.

It was a warning.

And while the Assassin Guild was feared across the domain, they also knew when to cut their losses.

Orders were issued without hesitation.

The bounty on Null Anthony was erased.

Resources poured from the higher ups, bleeding the Assassin Guild dry as they faced the grim reality, they had no choice but to rebuild from the ground up.

They had to.

They needed to.

New spies were dispatched.

New businesses were hastily established, desperate attempts to regain their foothold.

Meanwhile, Anthony awoke the next morning feeling utterly refreshed.

After a leisurely bath and his usual morning routine, he turned on the television, flipping straight to the news channel.

Reporters and anchors flooded the sites of his destruction, ruined companies, obliterated transaction routes, smoldering remnants of what once stood.

Speculation ran wild.

Theories were thrown around.

Yet, for all the chaos, nothing concrete was said.

Neither the Assassin Guild nor the Null Family was mentioned.

The Assassin Guild had never publicly backed these companies; their influence remained hidden in the shadows.

With no direct ties, there was nothing to link the destruction to them.

As for Anthony, he had been precise.

His message.

“THE NULL FAMILY IS ALWAYS WATCHING”

Had been left only at the obliterated assassin bases, nowhere else.

That alone was enough for the Assassin Guild’s headquarters to understand.

The Null Family had been behind everything.

And just like that, time moved forward.

Hours passed.

Hours turned into days.

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.