MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 339: Personal Courier

The instant the trio reappeared, they sprang into action.

Mana surged, sending tremors through the elements.

Thunder roared as jagged bolts carved through the heavens, their brilliance illuminating the ominous sky.

Sword Intent ignited, rippling outward in waves of lethal precision.

Then, three pairs of eyes gleamed with unrestrained killing intent, their gazes locking onto the nearest presence like predators marking their prey.

But the moment their eyes fell upon the face before them… their overwhelming power dissipated in an instant.

It was Klaus.

Yet, they were not the only ones who had arrived.

Iserios, Baldor, Aurelius, and Gorath emerged beside them, bodies ravaged, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, muscles torn and mangled.

Klaus regarded the once-proud warriors sprawled half dead upon the ground, his amusement evident.

"How pitiful. You were beaten within an inch of your lives"

He mused, his tone laced with mockery as he observed the so called superior races of his planet brought so low.

They had all appeared on the very planet where Collins had first ordered the ship to land.

As Klaus spoke, he gave a mere wave of his hand, and in an instant, every injury vanished as if they had never existed.

Stamina replenished.

Mana fully restored.

Even their shattered bones reformed, as though time itself had been rewound to erase their suffering.

They stood once more in peak condition, bodies untouched by the brutal battle they had endured.

Yet, not a single one of them appeared surprised.

They all understood one undeniable truth, Klaus was nothing short of a monster in his own domain.

"Klaus, when did you arrive?"

Michael asked, his gaze fixed on him.

"I've always been around"

Klaus replied with a casual shrug.

Collins narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said"

Klaus responded, his tone indifferent.

"I've been here from the very beginning, watching the Starborn Tournament, observing your battles. I simply chose to remain unseen"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward Baldor, who had already distanced himself from the group.

The warrior stood at the far end, engrossed in the artifact he had recently acquired, his focus unshaken by the conversation unfolding behind him.

"Why didn't you make yourself known? You just left us to be beaten to a pulp"

Aurelius sighed, exasperation lacing his words.

Klaus scoffed.

"And why should I? I don't have the patience to waste my breath on a bunch of old fossils who were more interested in flexing than fighting"

Then, with a smirk, he continued.

"Besides… wasn't this exactly what you all wanted? Nearly every one of you chose to fight. You're all so dreadfully bored sitting on your thrones, so I simply decided to stand back and enjoy the show"

His voice turned mocking.

"But in the end, it wasn't the so called 'superior' races who triumphed, it was the humans you look down on who actually defeated their opponents"

At his words, silence fell over the group.

Almost instinctively, their gazes shifted toward the Null family.

"How are you people strong enough to kill those monsters on your own?"

Iserios asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

Michael responded without hesitation, his voice steady and unapologetic.

"What can I say? Genius flows in the veins of the Null family"

There was no arrogance in his words, just an unshakable certainty.

The others exchanged glances but chose to drop the topic.

They knew pressing further would yield nothing. It wasn't as if they could force the truth from them.

This battle had already made one thing clear.

The Null family now stood at the pinnacle of power.

Even if, for now, only they truly understood it.

Their brows furrowed as unspoken thoughts raced through their minds.

Michael, noticing their expressions, smirked.

"No need to worry. The Null family has no interest in world domination or whatever schemes you're thinking of"

He could read them like an open book.

"We already have the demons breathing down our necks"

Gorath muttered.

"I'd rather not see another power stirring up even more trouble"

The others nodded in silent agreement.

"This is why you should join the army"

Klaus interjected.

"There, you can battle to your heart's content"

Gorath snorted.

"Nah… they just have people at our level barking orders from behind closed doors, only moving when the demons make their first move. Why don't we ever strike first?"

Frustration laced his words.

He had no patience for military chains of command.

Rules and strategy meant little to him, he lived for the thrill of battle.

"Now you've fought… and you were nearly killed"

Klaus said with a chuckle, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Gorath scoffed.

"Dying on a battlefield is better than dying indoors"

He muttered before turning away, as if refusing to acknowledge his own defeat.

Meanwhile, Mitchelle's gaze swept across the area, her expression shifting as if searching for something, or someone.

Then she called out, her voice calm yet firm.

"Anthony, you can come out now. It's over"

A sudden realization struck them all.

Anthony hadn't appeared with the rest.

Seconds passed.

Silence.

He didn't answer.

Their expressions darkened, unease creeping into their thoughts.

Had the Eclipsian reached him first?

"Stop being sneaky and just come out"

Klaus's voice echoed, laced with impatience.

Without another word, he casually shoved his hand into space itself.

Inside the Mirror Dimension, Anthony's eyes widened in shock.

Klaus had breached his domain effortlessly, without even trying.

Before he could react, a firm grip closed around his collar.

In the next instant, he was yanked out, reality snapping around him as he was forcefully pulled from his hidden refuge.

Anthony landed in front of everyone, straightening his collar with a sigh.

"Is this how you treat your champion after all the blood I shed?"

He remarked, feigning indignation.

Klaus merely smirked.

"You might have better control over space than anyone here… but you're still far too young to play hide and seek with me"

"Good space control you have there"

Mitchelle said, ruffling Anthony's hair with a fond smile.

"Mom, why do you always do that?"

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Anthony sighed, quickly smoothing his hair back into place.

Mitchelle chuckled, her voice warm.

"I gave birth to you, so your hair is technically mine"

Anthony groaned but didn't argue further.

"Let's head back"

Klaus interjected.

With a silent nod of agreement, they all turned and made their way toward the waiting aircraft, their footsteps steady as the tension of battle finally began to fade.

Teleporting directly to their home planet wasn't an option.

The mana cost alone was beyond comprehension, something not even the most powerful among them could afford, even in their wildest dreams....well asides Klaus.

They were crossing light-years.

Even Mitchelle, whose grimoire could store an infinite amount of mana, couldn't achieve such a feat.

Moreover, their mastery over space wasn't nearly advanced enough to traverse such distances in a single move.

Only special means, like Anthony's Spatial Mark or the Eclipsian's mysterious artifact, could bypass such limitations.

As they walked toward the aircraft, Baldor sighed in frustration.

"Hey… Klaus, why don't you just teleport us straight to our homes?"

He wasn't keen on waiting days to reach his castle.

There, he had access to advanced equipment that could expedite his research, every moment spent waiting was a moment wasted.

Klaus turned to him with a slow, playful smile.

"Do I look like your personal courier?"

The teasing glint in his eyes sent a chill down Baldor's spine.

Without another word, Baldor quickened his pace, putting some distance between himself and Klaus, just in case.