MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Girls’ Night-1

On a faraway and distant planet, light-years away from the Military Base Alpha-9 planet, there stood a magnificent building. Its opulence was immense, unrivaled, and unmatched, as gardens of vibrant design and various flowers spread across the earth surrounding it in flourishing beauty.

The blossoms swayed gently with the rhythm of the wind, while crystal-clear fountains bubbled softly, their waters glittering like liquid diamonds beneath the celestial glow.

Around this building, people moved freely, going in and out with serene smiles gracing their faces, as though this place was the very embodiment of joy and serenity.

Within the depths of this vast building, in a particular secluded chamber, there was a sight of quiet wonder, a colossal pool-like bathtub, shimmering and alluring, as though it were a sacred sanctuary for relaxation.

The water within was not of a simple hue; instead, it carried a soft milky-white tone, faintly tinted with subtle browns, resembling a luxurious mixture of honey and milk. It gave the impression that one was bathing not in ordinary water, but in a divine nectar crafted by the heavens themselves.

The water carried warmth, radiating gentle heat that embraced the body like a lover’s caress. Wisps of steam rose languidly into the air, curling in ethereal shapes that danced throughout the chamber, obscuring parts of the room in a soft, dreamy haze.

The walls were adorned with faint glimmers of light as small scented candles, carefully placed around the chamber, cast golden glows that flickered and shifted. Their fragrances mingled, sending sweet, calming aromas through the mist-filled air. The atmosphere here was not mere relaxation; it was the very definition of indulgent tranquility, the literal embodiment of serenity perfected.

And within this heavenly pool-like bathtub, three women could be seen, fully naked, their bodies glistening from the water, their demeanor utterly comfortable and free of restraint.

The first woman possessed eyes as white as unbroken snow, eyes that shimmered with purity, with matching hair of brilliant white cascading down her back in silken strands. Now wet, the strands clung to her flawless skin, her body gleaming under the candlelight. Her waist curved in a perfection that seemed sculpted by divine hands, as though the gods themselves had taken painstaking care to craft her figure.

She was Veronica, best friend and confidante to Vega, the bond between them as inseparable as twin stars orbiting eternally.

The second woman was equally dazzling, though her beauty carried a different tone. Her hair was silver, radiant like moonlight caught in a flowing stream, cascading gracefully over her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep, mesmerizing green, alive and vibrant, as though nature itself had blessed her with its eternal hue.

Her figure was no less captivating, a bombshell body that exuded both grace and power, her skin smooth and soft like the finest silks ever woven. She sat with the posture of a woman ridding herself of fatigue, every movement deliberate, calm, and filled with elegance.

This was Seraphim, a captain-ranked soldier, and one of Anthony’s trusted teammates.

The third and final woman, she who eclipsed even the radiance of the first two, was a being whose beauty was so great that even the word “beautiful” fell woefully short of describing her essence. Her presence transcended the mortal understanding of allure.

Her purple hair, long and flowing, cascaded like rivers of starlight down her back, glimmering in the mist-filled chamber as though strands of twilight had been woven into her tresses. Her figure carried the flawless perfection of an hourglass, her curves seemingly carved out by time itself, embodying both majesty and temptation in equal measure.

Her face was flawless, her gaze serene, her very existence a contradiction of mortality, for she seemed immortal in every sense of the word. Worlds could fall, empires could crumble, and solar systems could collapse in awe of her beauty alone.

She was Vega, the most beautiful woman to grace not only this galaxy but factly the entire universe itself, a woman whose existence seemed too perfect for the limits of reality.

At this moment, these three remarkable women had long since departed from the Military Base Alpha-9 planet. When Vega had told Anthony to spend time with Dale and the rest of his male teammates, she herself had joined Veronica and Seraphim.

Together, the three of them slipped away from the confines of the military base, traveling far beyond its reach, light-years away, as though the rules that bound others could never hold them.

Indeed, it was a violation, an absolute taboo, for any soldier to leave the military base without proper permission, punishable by the stern judgment of the Military High Court. But neither of these women seemed to care. To them, rules were constructs meant for the weak, brittle chains designed to bind lesser souls.

For Vega, the military’s rules were beneath her. She considered them irrelevant. With her father standing behind her, she was untouchable. The military could not punish her, nor could it restrain her. She could come and go as she pleased, without fear of reprisal.

Veronica, while lacking a powerful family background like Vega, possessed something far greater, a bond. She had been Vega’s best friend for years, their sisterhood forged in trials, laughter, and unshakable trust.

Her connection to Vega placed her beyond consequence, and thus she moved with the same freedom, disregarding the rules as though they were nothing more than whispers on the wind.

Seraphim, on the other hand, had always been a woman of discipline. Normally, she would never dare to break a military regulation, for fear of being judged and condemned by the Military High Court.

But after becoming Anthony’s teammate, after witnessing firsthand the vastness of his power, and after basking in the unshakable confidence of Vega and Veronica, she too shed her hesitation.

She stepped beyond the iron rules, abandoning the military base without a trace of fear.

Now, far removed from duty and the rigid weight of military life, they had arrived upon a planet chosen by Vega herself, a world designed for rest, luxury, and indulgence. A planet meant for women and women alone. This was their sanctuary. This was their girls’ night out.

The planet was called Vazeim, and it was unlike any other. Vazeim was dominated entirely by women, its lands, its oceans, its skies. Nowhere upon its surface could one find a man. Not a single trace of masculine existence walked here. Even the animals, the insects, and the smallest organisms down to their simplest forms were all female.

The planet itself seemed to reject the presence of anything male, forbidding their birth and their existence altogether.

Here, women were everything. They married one another, loved one another, impregnated one another through means peculiar to their world, and gave birth only to daughters.

Throughout the entirety of Vazeim’s history, never once had a man been born upon its soil. Some of the women here were so untouched by the concept of masculinity that they did not even know such a thing existed. To them, the word “man” was a foreign term without meaning, an alien construct outside the scope of their reality.

As for how Vega, Veronica, and Seraphim had crossed the immeasurable distance of light-years from the military base to this secretive planet without alerting a single soul, the answer was simple, Vega had teleported them here.

With the effortless help of her ability, she created a portal that connected the two worlds, bypassing all limitations. This planet was one of her secret sanctuaries, a hidden location known only to Vega. Whenever she required respite, whenever she craved freedom, she came here.

And so, they sat in the pool of warmth, embraced by the steam, the soft fragrances, and the glowing light. They sat with smiles etched upon their faces, the burdens of war and duty abandoned for a fleeting night of bliss.

While Anthony, Dale, Kingsley, Celement, Spectre, and Reynold indulged in their boys’ night, drinking heavily, laughing uproariously, and speaking crudely about Anthony’s lack of experience with women, the three women enjoyed their evening in perfect peace.

There was no noise here. No disturbance. No intrusion.

Only bliss. Only silence. Only serenity.

Pure peace. Pure eternal inner peace.