Mitchelle immediately thought of something. "Wait, what about communication that can span Upper Galaxies?" she asked, her question grounded and precise, "after all, we can’t just teleport to each other randomly; we also have to ask each other for updates once in a while, while also choosing the right moment to teleport to one another to avoid any type or form of complications."

At her words, everyone nodded their heads in agreement, their expressions turning slightly more thoughtful. Although it had not yet been fully decided that they would go to different Upper Galaxies, it was still best to prepare for every possible scenario now, rather than regret it later. After all, once Ascension began, there would be no room for hesitation or oversight.

Although Mitchelle was confident in her ability to eventually create such a spell on her own, she understood that this was neither the time nor the place to experiment. It was far safer, and far more efficient, to leave such matters to Anthony for now rather than risk unnecessary complications involving something as critical as communication across Galaxies.

"I was getting to that," Anthony mused, of course, Anthony did not currently possess such a skill within his arsenal, but it ultimately did not matter. With Quantum Manipulation at his disposal, it was merely a matter of thought, understanding, and execution for him to bring such an ability into existence.

A third set of Skill Books appeared once again, materializing seamlessly into existence before being distributed by Anthony through telekinesis. Just like the Mirror Dimension and Position Marker, this new ability also eliminated the need for Mana or any form of energy expenditure entirely, making it even more efficient and seamless in application.

Everyone used the Skill Books immediately, then proceeded to test them on the spot. It was not that they doubted Anthony in any capacity; rather, it was simply ingrained habit, an instinct formed through countless years of experience. After a brief round of testing, they began to utilize the Position Marker on each other, layering their preparations carefully. They even went as far as marking Anthony himself, ensuring that they would always have a direct path to him regardless of distance or circumstance.

However, as they did so, they quickly noticed that Anthony made no move to mark any of them in return, which immediately drew subtle glances in his direction.

"Why aren’t you using the Position Marker?" Michael asked, his curiosity evident, though his tone remained relaxed.

"I already have an ability that enables me to teleport between Galaxies, so there is no need," Anthony replied without hesitation, referring to the Authority Of Severance, an ability that rendered the very concept of distance irrelevant to him.

"Are you sure? Although we haven’t been to the Upper Galaxies, I can already assume that their Laws of Reality would be far more difficult to manipulate, and their gravity would also be overwhelmingly intense," Mitchelle asked, her concern genuine. She was not doubting Anthony, but rather accounting for unknown variables.

"No need to worry. Even if the ability doesn’t function as expected, I can simply communicate with any of you, have you teleport to me, and then mark you all at that point," Anthony replied with a slight shake of his head, choosing not to elaborate further on the deeper mechanics of the Authority Of Severance.

Everyone nodded at his explanation, accepting it without further questioning. While they held absolute confidence in his abilities, the Upper Galaxies remained an unknown territory filled with unpredictable factors. Still, since Anthony himself showed no concern, they chose to leave it at that.

"Sigh, I can’t believe that very soon we will be leaving this Galaxy," Irene began, her voice soft as her gaze drifted upward toward the sky, as though trying to peer beyond it.

"Indeed, I never thought it was possible, or rather, I never even considered the possibility at all," Collins added as he followed her gaze, both of them staring into the clouds as though the Upper Galaxies lay hidden just beyond their reach. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"It feels as though the entire Null family is moving," Mitchelle said with a faint smile, her hair swaying gently with the wind, her expression calm yet filled with anticipation.

Anthony, realizing that everyone had been standing for quite some time, casually activated Quantum Manipulation once more. With a simple motion, multiple intricately designed thrones materialized behind each of them, without hesitation, everyone settled into their respective seats, their movements relaxed.

"I feel as though we should have left something behind, something that the Acarnis Galaxy would remember the Null family for," Michael stated as a bottle of alcohol appeared in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Mitchelle turned to him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

"Nothing too serious. How about a child? He or she could continue the Null family here, while we establish another branch in the Upper Galaxies. Then, in the future, those from the Upper Galaxies could descend and select promising talents from here," Michael suggested, clearly joking, as the practicality of such an idea was nonexistent under their current circumstances.

Who knew how long it would take for Mitchelle to even conceive? A decade? A century? Perhaps even longer. And beyond that, they would need to wait for the child to grow strong enough before leaving, which would only delay everything further. Moreover, Anthony himself was an anomaly, there was no guarantee that another child would possess even a fraction of his overwhelming capabilities.

Although the child would possess the Supreme Grade Bloodline, inherit from Michael and Mitchelle, meaning their talent would be outrageous, still...

"Too bad there is simply no time," Mitchelle said, shaking her head slightly. After a brief pause, she continued, "I won’t lie, I’m actually looking forward to this Ascension. I haven’t experienced anything truly adventurous in over four decades," she admitted with a small, genuine smile.

"I’m with you on that," Michael added, his eagerness returning.

"It seems we’ve all lost interest in the Angels and their God," Collins remarked, his gaze lowering from the sky.

"At this point, we’ve likely surpassed the Twelve-Winged Angels. Although we haven’t fought one, I can reasonably infer that much. Perhaps only a Thirteen-Winged Angel could match us, if such a being even exists," Mitchelle commented thoughtfully.

Anthony remained silent as he listened, observing them quietly. He had initially intended to bring up the topic of Immortality afterward, but he ultimately decided against it. Without the necessary resources to achieve it at this moment, there was no reason to introduce an incomplete idea.

He chose instead to simply sit there in silence, watching them, allowing himself to be immersed in the warmth of the moment, the laughter, the ease, the unspoken bond that tied them together.

His gaze slowly drifted toward the sky, and as it did, his thoughts wandered back to his past life, he had never had this, no laughter, no warmth, no peace, no family.

Although he was now powerful, talented, and handsome, Anthony loved his family above all else.

For this moment, for this peace, for this opportunity, he would always be grateful to ??? to eternity.

____

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I was supposed to type four Chapters, but couldn’t make it. My fingers gave out after three Chapters because I already typed five Chapters for my other book, totalling eight. So, tomorrow, I will also type a third Chapter to make up for the last missing Chapter.