MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1074: Glasses

Anthony paused in silence briefly, letting out a sigh while shaking his head. Even after suppressing his power to the Origin Mana Rank, those so-called assassins could scarcely withstand two strikes apiece, their vulnerability nearly comical beneath his controlled strength. A hint of disappointment gripped Anthony, as he temporarily overlooked how their weakness arose solely from his vastly superior might against such low-level foes.

'In the novels from my previous life on Earth, assassins were always portrayed as mighty powerhouses; why do they turn out to be mere glass-cannon fodder here?' Anthony pondered inwardly, sighing once more as his lofty hopes collided with the disappointingly feeble scene unfolding before him.

'Perhaps I ought to have restrained myself further, maybe down to five Mana Ranks lower?' he mused silently while standing motionless, reflecting on his own staggering power. 'Anyway, I hope more assassins show up.' Shaking his head, he eyed the Werewolf's corpse nearby; next, his gaze turned toward where the Zombie assassin had fallen, but only a mangled mess of flesh lingered there, strewn about and beyond recognition.

Among the four assassins, just the Werewolf retained a complete body, while the others left no identifiable remains whatsoever. With that, he pivoted and strode away steadily, his pace relaxed and deliberate. Anthony found himself yearning for these supposed Angels to strike sooner, craving even a spark of thrill since the sluggish unfolding of events offered scant diversion.

'Actually, why not carry the fight straight to the Divinora Galaxy?' Anthony considered as he moved along, his thoughts veering toward swifter options. While interstellar travel across galaxies appeared impossible to most, it posed no challenge at all for him. By leveraging the Authority of Severance as a conduit, teleporting there demanded zero effort or exertion.

'I really should have suggested this earlier, before the group entered seclusion; we could've launched the assault right away,' Anthony reflected, shaking his head in slight frustration over his belated epiphany, the notion now glaringly straightforward in retrospect.

'Eh, no matter,' he concluded inwardly, then rocketed skyward, soaring toward the spot where his companions awaited, his form slicing through the winds at blinding velocity. In mere moments, he reached them, touching down smoothly on the aircraft as if such precision came naturally to him.

Tiara, Rider, Bryan, and Bringer fixed Anthony with blank expressions for an instant before all sighing in unison. They had witnessed the clash with the assassins, though calling it a battle stretched the truth—it was purely a lopsided slaughter lacking any true opposition.

"Even Origin Mana Rankers are no different from babies to you," Bryan remarked involuntarily while removing his glasses, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Anthony grinned in response, saying, "Bryan, expecting an Origin Mana Ranker to match me is like expecting an F- Mana Ranker to match you," he clarified while settling casually onto the aircraft. "Below Planetary level, all are essentially F-rank weaklings; at Planetary level, you can casually one-shot anyone under Apexus Mana Rank," he affirmed with unwavering confidence.

'Well... except for freaks like me, Aura Nova, Aaaninja, and Lucian,' Anthony kept to himself silently, his face betraying no hint of the thought.

"The more I witness your power, the more eager I am to hit Apexus Mana Rank fast," Tiara declared, staring at the massive ten-kilometre crater formed by the Zombie's plummeting strike from above, its immense devastation mirrored in her wide eyes. Her attention then drifted sideways to the Elf's demise site from the lightning arrow, traces of that strike still visible.

"It's not merely about reaching Planetary level, Tiara," Rider interjected evenly. "The real issue is whether we can match Anthony's displays upon hitting Apexus Mana Rank," he added, eyes fixed on the heavens where the moon hung, night having fallen after their day-long ordeal.

"Exactly, since plenty of Apexus Mana Rankers exist—my father, Rider's father, the Blood Queen—yet none have matched Anthony's feats... at least not publicly," Bryan noted steadily, his mind grappling with the evident chasm.

Tiara went quiet, her mind fixated on the daunting strength divide that loomed nearly impossible to bridge.

"Can I keep these glasses?" Bringer inquired, utterly unfazed by Anthony’s show of power; for him, such dominant might had become routine, entirely anticipated rather than shocking.

"I was going to ask exactly that. Artifacts letting us match the pace of Origin Mana Rank experts are just unbelievable," Rider chimed in while removing the glasses, cradling them in his palm and staring with obvious wonder.

These identical glasses were the ones Anthony had loaned to Reynold, Seraphim, and his other Military comrades, allowing them to follow the intense sparring match between him and Kingsley.

Before clashing with the assassins, Anthony had handed out the glasses. At merely King Mana Rank and Emperor Mana Rank, their senses struggled to track the blistering speed and ferocity of Origin Mana Rank fights, levels far exceeding their grasp.

"Go ahead and keep them; just avoid using them in your personal fights," Anthony declared. He offered no extra warnings; those inclined to misuse the artifact were free to do so, facing repercussions in due time.

"Honestly, where do you get all this from? It’s overwhelming. I’m not convinced even the ancient civilizations my father mentioned had such vast collections," Bryan remarked inevitably as his unique artifact glasses slipped into his space ring, curiosity plain on his face.

Anthony remained silent; he recognized Bryan’s query as mostly rhetorical, making a reply unnecessary—and he had no plans to answer, serious or not.

"It appears that leaving your Domains always brings attacks your way," Anthony observed, his flowing white hair swaying lightly in the night breeze, voice steady and perceptive.

"It’s not just beyond our Domains—even within them, assaults keep coming," Tiara pointed out, her face showing faint weariness.

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "That’s unexpected. I assumed your races stood united," he remarked with light surprise, his interest clearly piqued.

"Well... we do," Bringer interjected before others could speak. "No Domain flourishes alone; each needs resources from others. That’s why we open borders to foreign races, inviting... additional chaos," he summed up while taking a seat, shaking his head faintly, tone laced with subdued acceptance.