MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 911: Nice Knowing You

"I need to contact my parents before we head out. They expressed a desire to witness the fight," Aaaninja remarked unexpectedly. The group offered no objections, simply nodding in collective consent.

Closing his eyes, he focused and established a Time Link with Zachary and Nyxss. As soon as the connection solidified, data surged through the temporal conduit, enabling him to talk to them across the vastness of space as if they were standing right in front of him.

"I suppose I should reach out to my parents as well," Anthony added. He was certain that Michael and Mitchelle would be eager to see the confrontation. Without pausing, he dispatched a mental transmission that traversed light-years in a heartbeat, slicing through space-time and various dimensions of existence. The response was nearly instantaneous—short, sharp, and radiating absolute certainty.

Altheria reached into the void, pulling out her phone to send her parents a quick message. Vega mirrored the action, her own device appearing in her palm as if it had been there all along. Seeing everyone else summoning their kin, she figured she might as well follow suit.

Aura Nova, however, possessed no parents to notify. Instead, she reached out to Rain via a mental bond they had maintained for eons. Kingsley remained silent; he had no family to speak of. He stood off to the side with a composed air, showing no signs of discomfort or sadness. Veronica did have parents, but they weren't Planetary-level powerhouses. Since she wasn't participating in the upcoming clash, there was little point in calling them, assuming they could even make the trip.

Minutes later, the fabric of space began to oscillate. Reality warped under the weight of sheer will as unseen powers rewrote the local laws of physics. Portals fractured the air one by one, their shimmering rims distorting the environment as figures stepped through with effortless grace, treating the boundaries of the universe like a mere curtain.

Altheria’s parents arrived first. Being already within the Celestial Solar System made their journey quick and casual. Following a brief exchange of familiar and slightly worried words with their daughter, they were introduced to the rest of the group.

Aaaninja’s parents appeared shortly after. Their aura was as massive and suffocating as always, weighing down on the area like a physical burden. Since the parties were already acquainted, no formal introductions were necessary; they merely exchanged nods and silent acknowledgments.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was saturated with Sword Intent.

A dark-haired man stepped forward, his very essence mirroring a sharpened blade. It was Michael. Every motion he made seemed to possess a hidden edge, as if he could slice through the world itself with a single thought. Flanking him were Mitchelle and Collins, who had arrived to watch their son and grandson in combat. Anthony formally presented Michael and Collins to the group, Mitchelle having already been introduced earlier.

'He truly earns the title of Sword Saint,' Lucian mused, feeling the piercing Sword Intent bleeding from Michael’s form, sharp enough to sting his skin.

Rain’s arrival lacked any grand spectacle. Aura Nova simply created a Tear in Reality for him, bypassing the Celestial race's heavy security measures as if they were nothing but trivialities.

"Are your parents on their way?" Altheria inquired, turning her attention toward Vega. Vega’s parents were the only ones missing.

"They should be here any second," Vega answered nonchalantly.

The moment she finished speaking, a localized pressure slammed into everyone’s bodies and souls. Then came the tremors. Massive quakes rocked the entire Celestial Solar System as Klaus and Amara manifested above the celestial bodies. Their gazes swept across the planets before zeroing in on Vega’s position.

They vanished with a mere thought.

A split second later, they were standing in the hallway with the others. Hovering slightly off the floor, they looked down in silence, their presence so domineering and absolute that it felt as though everything else existed only by their leave.

'What terrifying pressure...' everyone thought, staring at the pair in disbelief. Despite everyone present being a Planetary-level entity, they were paralyzed by the sheer weight of the newcomers' aura.

'They are even more powerful than Michael and Mitchelle,' Zachary and Riven noted internally, glancing at Michael—who was grinning—and Mitchelle, who remained stoic.

Klaus and Amara slowly touched down. The moment their feet met the floor, their overwhelming aura vanished instantly, as if it had never been there. Calm returned to the solar system, though the Celestials had already triggered their alarms, assuming a full-scale invasion was underway.

Usually, Klaus and Amara avoided such grand displays. This, however, was an exception. Their daughter, Vega, had summoned them, and with other elite parents arriving, they felt the need to make a statement for her sake.

'There is definitely something strange about the Blue Planet... how many monsters can it produce in a single era?' Nyxss wondered.

"Greetings, I am Klaus," Klaus stated evenly.

"And I am Amara. We are Vega’s parents," Amara added.

The hallway was filled with an awkward, heavy silence as everyone stood frozen, unsure of how to react.

'They really couldn't have just walked in like everyone else?' Vega thought, letting out a silent sigh.

Lucian’s mind reeled at the mention of the name "Klaus."

'You mean... *the* Klaus?' he thought frantically. 'The one the readers always theorized about? The one who wanted Anthony as a disciple? The one who could drop someone's mana rank just by leaking a bit of pressure? One of the biggest enigmas in the novel?'

[Indeed, Host. That is him, in the flesh.]

Lucian didn't need the System to tell him. He could feel it.

'So Klaus has a daughter... and a wife? When did that happen?' he wondered, eyeing the man who stood with unshakable poise.

'I expected Vega to have a crazy background since she's Anthony’s girlfriend, but this is overkill.'

A reckless thought crossed his mind, 'Maybe I should try to copy him.'

[The Host is seeking death once again.]

Lucian clicked his tongue. 'Is this ability really called Absolute Copy? I couldn't copy that cameraman, and now I can't copy Klaus?'

[Host, you are broken and OP, but so are they. You aren't the only person with a unique trait.]

'Tsk... fine. If Klaus is off-limits, maybe his wife isn't. The author wouldn't have made her his equal... would he?'

[...]

The system let out a mechanical sigh.

Lucian triggered his ability, trying to scan Amara’s powers. The instant he made the attempt, Amara’s golden eyes locked onto him.

Golden eyes met black ones.

Lucian realized it immediately.

She knew.

'I’m dead... aren't I?'

[It was a pleasure serving you, Host.]

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