In the deepest part of the Mystic Realm, there was a magical mirror. It was said to show your true potential and your greatest desire.
Many people stood in front of it, crying or laughing at what they saw.
Zhao Feng, the number one genius, stood before it. The mirror showed him sitting on a throne, looking down at everyone.
"Haha! I am destined to be the Emperor!" Zhao Feng laughed arrogantly.
He saw Anthony standing nearby.
"Anthony! Come look! See what a loser you are compared to me!"
Anthony walked over. "Okay, let's see."
He looked into the mirror.
But the mirror didn't show anything. It was just blank white light.
"Hahaha! What is this?!" Zhao Feng burst into laughter. "The mirror says you are nothing! You have no ambition! You are empty!"
The others also laughed. "Trash is trash!"
Anthony touched the mirror. "No. It's not that I am nothing. It's that... I have been everything already. The mirror can't handle it."
"Nonsense! You are just making excuses!"
Suddenly, the mirror started to crack! Crack! Crack!
"Eh? What's happening?!"
The mirror couldn't bear the reflection of Anthony's Millennium Soul. It was too vast, too ancient!
BOOM!
The mirror exploded into shards!
Everyone was silent.
Anthony shrugged. "See? I told you."
The mirror exploded into shards!
Everyone was silent. The laughter stopped instantly, replaced by the sound of glass falling to the ground. The magical artifact that had stood for thousands of years was now just useless debris.
Zhao Feng stood there, his mouth still open from laughing, but his eyes wide in shock. "What... what did you do?!"
"I told you," Anthony dusted off his hands casually, "It couldn't handle me. You shouldn't force things that are too small to see the big picture."
"You broke the divine object! You are disqualified! Guards! Arrest him!" Zhao Feng shouted hysterically, pointing at Anthony.
The elders who were watching from afar flew over immediately. They looked at the broken mirror, then at Anthony, then at the terrified expression on everyone else's faces.
One elder with white beard walked up. He examined the shards and sensed the residual energy. His face turned serious.
"Silence!" the elder shouted. "This mirror did not break because of force. It broke because the reflection was too powerful! It was crushed by the weight of destiny!"
He turned to Anthony with eyes full of awe. "Young man... what exactly are you looking at when you see yourself?"
Anthony smiled mysteriously. "Me? I just see a guy who needs to take a nap after a long walk."
The elder almost choked. He wanted to ask more, but Anthony had already turned around and walked away, leaving Zhao Feng standing alone in humiliation.