MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1054: Muscular Idiot

The world appeared to crumble before their eyes as the unthinkable happened right in front of them, a spectacle that challenged every established rule and crushed all the knowledge they once possessed. The footage exploded across all platforms like a raging inferno, capturing Anthony casually rewriting another Law of Reality as if it were just a casual guideline, easily twisted and molded to his whim with zero backlash.

This source of the massive global uproar both online and offline now sat composedly inside one of the two aircraft hovering motionless above the Dragon Domain border. Everyone figured Anthony and Bryan had already exited the Dragon Domain; they had no clue he had stayed hidden, never actually leaving.

When Anthony stepped into one of the two aircraft alongside Bryan, the first faces he spotted were the Storm Brothers, rooted in place with sheer astonishment etched on their features, having viewed the event from their own aircraft via the sturdy window, their looks rigid and fixed.

The instant Anthony entered their aircraft, their heads whipped toward him and Bryan as they detected their arrival together.

Anthony just locked eyes with them silently, his face serene and inscrutable, but he didn't hang around. His gaze slid sideways to the other hovering aircraft, Terpes Tiara’s ride. With a mere mental nudge, Anthony warped the space inside her craft, yanking her straight into the Storm Brothers’ aircraft effortlessly, instantly, and without any pushback.

Now the whole squad was assembled in a single aircraft, reunited in a scenario none could have foreseen or dreamed up.

Right then, Bryan, Rider, Bringer, and Tiara gawked at Anthony like he was a beast cloaked in human form, an entity beyond all comprehension, dwelling way outside the limits of their former grasp.

Just one query looped endlessly in their heads, begging for an elusive reply: how?

They had barely regrouped with Anthony, but in that brief interval, he pulled off yet another miracle like it was everyday business, as routine and simple as a basic daily chore.

While they kept staring at Anthony in dazed quiet, he scanned them right back, his gaze traveling from top to bottom, scrutinizing each one thoroughly. All had matured—taller, tougher, sleeker, prettier, handsomer—time had clearly worked its magic on them.

The Storm Brothers from the Titan race now loomed perilously near eight feet tall. Anthony sensed this wasn't their full stature; they'd probably shrunk down to squeeze comfortably into the aircraft's tight quarters.

Their builds weren't just bulky—that word fell short. They were enormous, dominating, flawlessly sculpted, with prominent veins bulging under their skin even at rest, exuding raw, fearsome might.

Their looks were strikingly handsome too, even though Titans weren't famed for allure like Vampires, Dragons, or Phoenixes. Still, they weren't plain. As royalty, the Storm Brothers carried innate elegance and aura, rendering them captivating naturally.

No one needed confirmation to recognize their Titan origins and pure, unmatched brute force, palpable even in their calm state.

Across from them towered Tiara at six foot six, her heels boosting her to six foot seven, exuding authority. Her blood-red locks cascaded down her back like a serene crimson stream. Her skin gleamed pale, impeccable, silky; her lips held a subtle red hue, and her intense crimson eyes could seemingly drain the life from anyone gazing too long.

No further praise was required; her allure was extraordinary, nearly overpowering, fitting for a vampire of her caliber.

Unlike Bryan, Rider, and Bringer from elite Imperial and Royal lineages, Tiara hailed from humble roots. Yet her Royal-grade Vampire bloodline, a scarce potent gift, let her talent match genuine royals like Bryan and the Storm Brothers.

"When are you all going to stop staring?" Anthony’s voice shattered the hush, steady yet playful, yanking them from their daze with ease.

Still, no one answered right away. They stayed mute, much like the millions roaring below, brains still reeling from the recent chaos.

Bryan snapped out of it first. He exhaled softly, shaking his head gradually, defeat washing over his features. Anthony had surged ahead beyond his wildest dreams. Though he harbored hopes of catching up someday, Bryan wouldn't kid himself with delusions.

"What do you expect us to do?" Bringer broke in at last, his tone dripping skepticism. "We literally rushed here the moment we got your text, only to witness yet another impossible feat being made possible," he tacked on with an exasperated breath.

Anthony offered a subtle grin before replying, "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 gave a light shrug, his voice dripping casual nonchalance, like reciting plain fact.

"Truly, you haven’t changed, Null Anthony," Rider noted from nearby, his dark eyes pinned on Anthony. He was identical to the guy from five years back—same features, hair, style, and above all, that poised, aloof assurance that reeked of cockiness to lesser folks.

Anthony gave a faint head shake at Rider’s remark, deeming it pointless. Why morph into someone alien?

"Did you expect me to suddenly become some arrogant, power-hungry individual?" Anthony queried evenly, knowing such notions had probably flickered through their heads. It didn't faze him; wariness made sense.

"Yes, we definitely thought you would have become arrogant," Bringer shot back without pause, blunt as ever.

But as soon as the words escaped, Rider swung his hand and smacked the back of Bringer’s skull hard, landing a thud that made Bringer clutch his head in agony.

"Ouch!!! Why did you hit me?" Bringer yelped, face twisting as he shot Rider a hurt glare.

Rider fixed his dimwit brother with a deadpan stare. Even if those ideas had crossed their minds in private, blurting them out so recklessly was idiotic—this brawny fool had zero situational sense.