MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 1054: Muscular Idiot

The world seemed to collapse as they watched the impossible unfold right before their very eyes, a sight that defied every known law and shattered every ounce of understanding they once held. The video spread like wildfire across every platform, as Anthony rewrote yet another Law of Reality as though it were nothing but a mere suggestion, something trivial that could be bent and reshaped at his convenience without consequence.

And the very reason for this overwhelming online and offline worldwide shock was now seated calmly within one of the two aircraft that hovered steadily above the ground at the Dragon Domain border. Everyone had believed Anthony and Bryan had already left the Dragon Domain; little did they know that he had never truly departed and had remained behind.

As Anthony appeared within one of the two aircraft together with Bryan, the first thing he saw were the Storm Brothers, who stood frozen with overwhelming shock clearly written across their faces, as they too had witnessed the scene from within their aircraft through the reinforced window panel, their expressions stiff and unchanging.

The very moment Anthony appeared within their aircraft, their heads snapped sharply toward his direction as they sensed his presence together with Bryan’s.

Anthony simply met their gaze without saying a word, his expression calm and unreadable, but he did not linger. His eyes merely shifted to the side, where the second aircraft hovered silently, that was Terpes Tiara’s aircraft. With nothing more than a passing thought, Anthony manipulated the very fabric of space within her aircraft, forcefully teleporting her into the Storm Brothers’ aircraft without resistance, without delay, and without effort.

The entire team was now finally within one aircraft, gathered together once more under circumstances none of them could have anticipated or even imagined.

At this moment, Bryan, Rider, Bringer, and Tiara simply stared at Anthony as though he were some sort of monster wearing human skin, something incomprehensible, something that existed far beyond the realm of what they once knew and understood.

Only a single question ran through their minds, echoing repeatedly as if demanding an answer that refused to come; how?

They had only just reunited with Anthony, yet within such a short span of time, he had already performed another impossible feat as though it were nothing more than a routine task, as ordinary and effortless as a mundane Monday morning duty.

But as they continued to gaze at Anthony in stunned silence, he, in turn, observed them as well, his eyes moving slowly from head to toe as he assessed each of them carefully. Everyone had grown, taller, stronger, more refined, more beautiful, and more handsome, time had clearly not been idle in shaping them.

The Storm Brothers, who belonged to the Titan race, were already brushing dangerously close to eight feet in height. Anthony could easily sense that this was not even their true height, as they had most likely reduced their size just to comfortably fit within the confined space of the aircraft.

Their muscles were bulky, no, even the word bulky felt like a gross understatement. Their physiques were massive, overwhelming, and perfectly defined, with thick veins snaking visibly beneath their skin without the need for any flexing, radiating an immense and terrifying physical power.

Their faces were extremely handsome as well, despite the fact that the Titan race was not particularly known for beauty or charm like the Vampire, Dragon, or Phoenix races. Even so, they were far from unattractive. However, the Storm Brothers were royalty, and that alone ensured a certain level of natural refinement and presence, making them striking by default.

One did not need to ask or investigate further to know that these two originated from the Titan race and possessed pure, unadulterated physical strength and power, something that could be felt clearly even in their stillness.

On the other side stood Tiara, her figure tall and commanding as she stood at six foot six, with the heels she wore adding another inch, bringing her to six foot seven. Her blood-red hair flowed smoothly down her back like a calm, silent river of crimson. Her skin was pale, yet flawless and smooth, her lips carried a faint natural tint of red, and her eyes, those deep crimson eyes, seemed capable of devouring the blood of anyone who dared to stare into them for too long.

There was no need to emphasize it further; her beauty was exceptional, almost overwhelming, which was only natural given her nature as a vampire.

Unlike Bryan, Rider, and Bringer, who were all born into powerful Imperial and Royal families, Tiara was not. She was born into a common family, yet she possessed a Royal-grade Vampire bloodline, a rare and powerful inheritance that allowed her talent to rival that of true royalty such as Bryan and the Storm Brothers.

”When are you all going to stop staring?” Anthony’s voice broke the silence, calm yet amused, effortlessly pulling them out of their thoughts.

Even so, no one immediately responded. They remained just as speechless as the millions of people cheering below, their minds still struggling to process everything that had just occurred.

Bryan was the first to recover. He let out a quiet sigh as he shook his head slowly, a look of resignation settling across his face. Anthony had grown far beyond what he could even begin to imagine. Although a part of him wanted to believe that he could someday reach Anthony’s level, Bryan was not someone who would deceive himself with false hope.

”What do you expect us to do?” Bringer finally spoke, his voice laced with disbelief. ”We literally rushed here the moment we got your text, only to witness yet another impossible feat being made possible,” he added with a frustrated sigh.

Anthony merely smiled faintly before responding, ”Nothing is impossible. The sooner you understand that, the better. It is only impossible because you lack the power required to make it possible. That is all.” He shrugged lightly, his tone filled with casual indifference, as if he were stating something painfully obvious.

”Truly, you haven’t changed, Null Anthony,” Rider said from the side, his black eyes fixed steadily on Anthony. This was the same person he had known five years ago, the same face, the same hairstyle, the same sense of fashion, and most importantly, the same calm, indifferent confidence that often screamed arrogance in the eyes of the mess talented.

Anthony simply shook his head slightly at Rider’s words, finding them unnecessary. Why would he suddenly change into something he was not?

”Did you expect me to suddenly become some arrogant, power-hungry individual?” Anthony asked, his tone calm, already aware that such thoughts had likely crossed their minds. It did not bother him; caution was only natural.

”Yes, we definitely thought you would have become arrogant,” Bringer replied instantly, showing no hesitation in voicing his honest thoughts.

However, the moment those words left his mouth, Rider raised his hand and struck the back of Bringer’s head without warning, producing a dull sound on impact and causing Bringer to immediately grab the back of his head in pain.

”Ouch!!! Why did you hit me?” Bringer exclaimed loudly, his face contorting as he glanced at Rider with a pained expression.

Rider simply stared at his foolish brother with a flat expression. Even if they had entertained such thoughts privately, they would never say it out loud so carelessly, yet this muscular idiot had spoken without restraint, completely lacking awareness of the situation.