MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1053: Blessing

All gazes remained fixed on Anthony, widening further in awe and astonishment. Though their bodies were immobilized, their thoughts churned wildly, impossible to contain or fully comprehend amid the spectacle unfolding right in front of them.

With a serene smile gracing his features, Anthony ascended gradually into the sky, his voice resounding as he permitted everyone to turn their heads and gaze up at him from below.

"Though it’s pleasant to encounter you all, as the Crowned Prince mentioned before, we’re just here to handle a couple of matters," he declared. The wonder in their stares was evident to him, yet he dismissed it with a shake of his head, deeming such responses superfluous.

Bryan soared up and hovered next to him, savoring the display Anthony orchestrated, his prior gravity easing as fascination and interest replaced it.

"Well, given that you’re all gathered precisely when I arrived, it appears your fortune is genuine," Anthony remarked once more, smiling as he chose to stage a performance. Since they placed faith in him, why not occasionally flaunt his abilities and solidify that trust in an unforgettable manner.

"And due to this fortune, I’ve chosen to grant everyone present a blessing," he continued, seeming to relish the direction things were taking, a subtle amusement lacing his voice.

Bryan raised an eyebrow at the term "gift." He knew Anthony’s immense wealth, but remained uncertain about the scale of bounty he intended for these masses. After all, millions filled the area, exceeding any standard distribution method.

Anthony pondered options for rewarding his admirers. In short order, an idea surfaced, curving his lips as he addressed them in a steady voice brimming with unwavering confidence.

As soon as those words escaped him, mana surged explosively with deafening blasts from every individual there. Shocked eyes bulged as they sensed it happen live, their blockages crumbling in an instant. Cultivators mired at various stages surged ahead unhindered.

Breakthroughs weren’t limited to minor advancements—no, multiple realms were traversed simultaneously by all. Each person vaulted a complete Major Mana Rank, defying every established cultivation norm.

A cultivator at Master Rank Level 7 propelled to Grandmaster Rank Level 7. Those lingering in Mortal Rank fully entered the subsequent Mana Rank, shedding long-standing shackles that had confined them for years or even decades.

Bryan’s eyes bulged in utter disbelief. He refused to accept the sight before him. Yet the reality played out unmistakably in front of his eyes.

He wasn’t alone in this; the millions beneath shared the same profound astonishment. Still locked in place, they required no effort to direct mana to their cores or steady their ascensions. Perfection guided every step, as if an invisible supreme power orchestrated it all.

Their thoughts, however, fixated not on the breakthroughs themselves but on their sheer absurdity. Cultivation wisdom dictated solo effort for progress, with no true shortcuts. Speeding up via resources risked ruining foundations and diluting power if overdone.

Yet here, before their eyes, that ironclad rule shattered effortlessly, as if cultivation’s core principles bent to a casual decree.

In just seconds, the quaking, thundering mana settled as all advancements concluded. Power coursed through their forms—increased might, sharpened senses, mental acuity. Immobilized, they sensed every enhancement crystal clear.

Anthony lifted his hold on their forms, letting them inspect their changes, but none surged toward his elevated position, where he seemed to dwell in another realm. They merely gaped, prior hysteria yielding to profound veneration, incredulity, and near-devotion.

Bryan swallowed heavily, reeling from the display. Utterly impossible, defying reality’s limits.

He pondered how Anthony wielded such ability. Even his father couldn’t achieve this; otherwise, he’d have accelerated Bryan’s path to Dragon Emperor long ago.

'How vast is this power’s reach?' he wondered. 'Straight to Planetary level?' Bryan’s thoughts spun wildly, his reality shattering and reforming around the witnessed miracle.

Truthfully, no blessing occurred; Anthony merely deployed Authority Of Severance to cleave their Mana Ranks, awarding each a full Major Rank leap. Years of refinement granted him pinpoint control for such feats with absurd simplicity.

"It was nice meeting all of you, see you all at another time," Anthony said softly and kindly. Upon finishing, he vanished from his spot, yanking a still-dazed Bryan along via forced teleportation.

Anthony’s departure unleashed frenzied pandemonium. Shouts rang out everywhere, disbelief ripping through as they grappled with the event.

"What the fuck did I just witness?" an Elf uttered in a quivering, shocked voice.

"This is impossible," a werewolf man affirmed, face rigid with doubt.

"You mean, was impossible," a woman countered, staring at Anthony’s former spot while caressing her belly, fantasizing a tiny Anthony inside... unaware of her rivals, if Vega knew.

"Gods are meant to do the impossible," a human declared, voice thick with awe and unquestioning faith.

"Tell me someone clipped that, somebody recorded it, right?" another man pleaded desperately, the event too surreal for mere recollection. Shock had paralyzed any recording impulse.

A man in the rear smirked at the query. He’d spotted Anthony first, initiating his recording before bows to Bryan. Anthony clips always drew massive views and cash.

The man tapped his phone, uploading the footage promptly.

He’d captured it all... and thus, the net buckled again under Null Anthony’s name, etching another world-shaking miracle into legend, ripe for endless debate, scrutiny, and adoration.