MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 939: Layered Dimension

Colossal, hulking planets emerged one after another from the fractured heavens, their immense scale defying all logic. The count rose with every passing breath as Anthony literally summoned celestial bodies directly onto the field of battle. There was no hesitation or pause, only a relentless, continuous summoning.

As for their number, it was simply impossible to quantify. He did more than just summon a few orbs; he bloated the entire separate plane, packing it so tightly that almost no empty space remained. The plane itself groaned under the ridiculous mass now filling it, with reality stretched to its breaking point by Anthony’s will alone.

With a casual motion, they all plummeted toward Lucian in a state of ravaging delirium, a rain of planetary destruction falling from every direction. These were no ordinary planets that could be shattered by raw strength or dispersed with a single strike. They were high-ranked planets, monstrous in both scale and weight, each a celestial weapon capable of ending entire worlds. Anthony merely smiled as he watched the descent, his expression serene and full of confidence as he waited for Lucian’s move.

Lucian frowned, his brows knitting together while his mind cycled through spell after spell, discarding every option that seemed insufficient. The pressure intensified as countless planets bore down on him, their massive shadows drowning everything below. Then, suddenly, his thoughts clicked into place.

With a thunderous roar, his mana ignited violently from his core as he funneled massive reserves into the technique. Gravity warped instantly. Anthony had crammed the entire separate plane with gigantic planets, and Lucian realized that changing their trajectory would require a staggering expenditure of mana.

To redirect them back toward their summoner, he would have to bear their collective weight alone. Yet, he remained unbothered. He spent his mana with unrestrained joy, laughing internally as if he possessed infinite reserves equal to Anthony’s own.

Anthony watched with an amused look as the sea of planets abruptly reversed their course. One by one, and then all at once, they hurtled back toward him with even greater velocity than before, their momentum boosted by Lucian’s gravity manipulation.

As Anthony spoke, the ticking hand of a massive, mechanical clock seemed to echo throughout the endless separate plane. Instantly, everything came to a halt; light, heat, movement, reality, space, and even existence itself froze in total stillness. Then, in the following moment, time shattered. It fragmented violently, breaking into countless shards as the entire separate plane distorted beyond its own laws and order.

The planets surrounding Anthony aged an unimaginable number of years within a single second. Their surfaces cracked, eroded, and rotted at an accelerated pace before collapsing inward, crumbling like nothing more than fragile debris. In mere moments, what were once celestial weapons became dust drifting through frozen space. Then, just as suddenly, everything returned to normal as Anthony’s spell concluded.

Lucian’s voice resounded from below as another massive portion of his mana vanished to fuel the spell. This time, he switched affinities, channeling cloud magic with perfect precision.

Anthony heard the mana scream around Lucian, but he neither reacted nor cared. Then, in the next heartbeat, he felt a shift. A change. The sky he floated within began to vibrate and tremble violently, with quakes rippling through the entire plane. The once-blue expanse darkened fast, its color bleeding away as if something horrific was approaching. The clouds began to move unnaturally, folding inward around Anthony like the petals of an inverted, blooming lotus closing upon its prey.

Anthony didn’t need an explanation. Whatever this attack was, it was dangerous—at least to anyone else. To him, it was merely noteworthy.

In the next instant, the folded sky swallowed him whole. Then it bloated outward, swelling like a balloon filled past its limits. A heartbeat later, an all-consuming wave of madness and apocalyptic ruin erupted as the sky detonated in a display of erasing, unhinged pandemonium. The edges of the separate plane shook violently, screaming as if they could no longer contain the carnage unleashed.

Yet before the plane could fully collapse, an unseen energy rippled through the air, reinforcing reality itself and holding the world together by sheer force.

The sky had fallen. Erased. Annihilated. No single word could truly capture the devastation Lucian had just triggered. It was absolute chaos in its most primal form.

Through the haze of shattered and ruined reality, Anthony stepped forward. His eyes remained calm. His expression was flawless. His presence stayed relaxed and unshaken. To him, the attack had amounted to nothing at all. The moment he came fully into view, a new sky formed above as the separate plane repaired itself once more, restoring what was lost as if nothing had ever happened.

Lucian’s eyes narrowed sharply. He couldn’t comprehend it. Anthony had been at the very epicenter of the strike. By all logic, he should have been injured, if not mortally wounded. Even if he had survived, there was no reason for him to look so... perfect.

’Sigh... this guy seems to have become even more of a monster since the last time I read the book,’ he thought to himself.

Anthony, however, was not concerned with Lucian’s internal monologue. He simply raised a hand and spoke.

Mana echoed violently from his form, tearing upward into the newly restored sky. Instantly, the heavens grew dark, clouds churning as the separate plane screamed a warning of the coming doom. Crackling white lightning erupted from above, snaking through the clouds with violence. Space shivered in terror. Time convulsed as the energy across the entire plane surged far beyond safe limits.

Then it fell.

Erasing pillars of thunder and lightning rained down from above in pure, unadulterated madness, crashing in a deafening crescendo. This calamity did not target Lucian alone; it struck everything. The land, structures, and space itself—nothing was spared. The calamity had arrived, and it recognized neither friend nor foe.

Lucian felt his entire being scream at the sight of the approaching destruction. He reacted instantly, moving with desperate speed.

He didn’t dare face the attack head-on, nor did he try to create a barrier. He understood the pointlessness of such an effort. Anthony’s attack would simply tear through any defense, erasing all resistance in its path.

With that, his mana bent space around him, peeling him away from that layer of reality and pulling him into another. The moment he vanished, the separate plane was drenched in pure horror as Anthony’s attack ravaged everything left behind. Lands were erased. Entire zones were wiped out. Space itself shattered and was torn apart without mercy.

Klaus, who had been watching from the sidelines, had no choice but to step in. Once more, he shielded those observing. He created a pocket space similar to Lucian’s, hiding everyone far from the ongoing ruin. Even so, Anthony’s attack shattered all surrounding layers of reality, its reach extending far enough that it eventually brushed against Klaus himself.

"Sigh... the youngsters these days are far too energetic," Klaus remarked with a wide grin as he blocked Anthony’s attack effortlessly, as though stopping such apocalyptic power was the simplest thing in the world.