MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 884 - Capítulo 884: Predator Against Predator

“I shall summon them,” Mitchelle murmured, her tone velvet and soft. Her silhouette flickered, vanishing from the celestial void only to manifest instantly before Anthony and his companions. Anthony’s focus shifted toward her the moment she arrived. The relaxed curve of his lips tightened with a hint of curiosity. “Mother, is something the matter?” he inquired, well aware that she rarely interrupted when he was socializing with his peers.

Before Mitchelle could offer an explanation, Vega’s voice cut through the air, sharp with a playful edge. “How terribly impolite, Ant,” she remarked with a small, huffed breath. “You’ve neglected to introduce your mother to your friends, or your friends to your mother.”

Anthony paused at her remark. For a fleeting second, the weight of her words seemed to truly register. He then shook his head slightly, a self-deprecating smile gracing his features. “My apologies, then,” he conceded with sincerity.

Turning slightly, he indicated the figures standing beside him. “Mother, allow me to introduce my friends. This is Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos, the Time Celestial. I believe you possess some prior knowledge of him,” Anthony began. His attention moved fluidly to the next person. “This is Lucian Darkheart, the Walker of Worlds. And finally, Aura Nova, the Manipulator of Reality.”

He then looked back at his companions, his voice softening. “Everyone, this is my mother, Crimson Mitchelle.”

This was the first time in two decades that Anthony had formally presented his inner circle to Mitchelle.

“It is a pleasure to meet you all,” Mitchelle greeted them warmly, a tender smile on her face. A sense of genuine joy sparkled in her eyes as she observed her son standing among equals, forging connections like any ordinary young man. He didn't look like a monster draped in human skin or a being cursed with world-shaking talent and terrifying power. To her, he was simply her son, surrounded by his friends.

One by one, the group stepped forward to exchange greetings. The tension in the air dissipated as they shared brief, polite pleasantries.

Lucian seemed the most visibly moved. For him, this wasn't just a simple introduction; it was his first physical encounter with Mitchelle. She was a woman who had been established as early as the second chapter of the story—the one person whose love for Anthony surpassed all others in existence.

Vivid memories of the chapter where Mitchelle had mercilessly tortured the demons who dared kidnap the Omni Peak Academy students flashed through his mind. That scene of brutal retribution remained etched in his memory, sharp and terrifying.

“Perhaps you all could visit sometime,” Mitchelle suggested with a smile. “Maybe once this war has concluded.”

Anthony had never really brought companions home. Even during his recent birthday banquet, when several had appeared, Mitchelle assumed it was merely a formality of the event rather than a sign of lasting friendship.

“We certainly shall,” Aaaninja answered smoothly, while the others nodded in agreement with smiles of their own.

Mitchelle gave a small nod before signaling for them to follow. She informed the group that the members of the Older Generation were currently convened in a meeting.

Upon reaching the assembly, they were notified of the creation of a new military unit. Anthony raised an eyebrow in amusement. He had just finished crushing one military organization, only to be drafted into another. However, it was soon explained that this was not a rigid military hierarchy, but rather a cooperative unit formed for mutual defense.

Without a moment's hesitation, the six individuals present formed a team. There was no discussion required. No debate. No second-guessing. Every one of them was a powerhouse. They all held diverse and unique abilities that could perfectly harmonize if the situation demanded it.

That was, of course, assuming a crisis would ever arise that actually necessitated such teamwork. They were simply too extraordinary.

While the standard regulations limited teams to five members, an exception was granted for them. After all, rules cannot be easily enforced upon beings of their caliber. Only the weak are bound by forced decisions.

And they were anything but weak.

Soon, however, a new complication arose: the selection of the Team Captain.

In a squad comprised entirely of anomalies, which one would take the lead? Would one anomaly truly submit to another?

Anthony’s mind wandered back to a few days prior, when he had idly pondered the concept of a clash between anomalies. It appeared his idle thoughts were now manifesting into reality.

Anthony, Aaaninja, Lucian, and Aura Nova traded glances, slow smiles spreading across their faces. No words were exchanged, yet they understood each other perfectly.

They would settle the leadership through combat.

Meanwhile, Kingsley fell into deep thought. After a moment, a grin tugged at his lips. A fierce battle intent flared in his gaze. He had no desire to lead or issue commands; such things were tedious. He craved the impact of fists, the rush of kicks, and pure, raw force.

He was exhilarated by the chance to test his limits against Aaaninja, Aura Nova, and Lucian Darkheart—individuals whose Cultivation and talents Anthony had praised with such certainty. Against such foes, perhaps he could break through his limits once more.

Vega, by contrast, seemed like the only sane soul present. While the others stared at each other like apex predators eyeing their next meal, she remained composed and detached.

‘Perhaps I’ve joined the wrong social circle,’ she thought privately as she observed the five of them.

Lucian himself didn't care for the title of Captain. To him, this was a golden chance—an opportunity for a rematch against Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos and a way to gauge the absurd power of Aura Nova.

Under normal circumstances, he would have avoided Anthony entirely. But Aaaninja’s previous words haunted him: ‘You have no hope in yourself.’

Lucian hadn't taken offense, but the statement had pierced deeper than he wanted to admit.

He desired to face Anthony in battle.

He wasn't so delusional that he expected a victory. He grasped the reality of the situation; he knew exactly how broken Anthony’s power truly was. This wasn't a cliché novel where a transmigrated reader suddenly topples the protagonist.

Lucian was aware this wasn't that kind of tale. Nor was it the start of some miraculous rise. As Vega had noted, attempting the impossible over and over didn't suddenly make it possible.

Lucian would challenge Anthony for a single reason.

To witness.

To see the staggering gulf between himself and the character he once read about on a screen. He wanted to perceive the chasm that isolated Anthony from every other being in the Galaxy.

He needed... to... see... it.

But unlike Kingsley, who believed he could stare into that abyss and eventually leap across it, Lucian held no such fantasies. He didn't want motivation or a glimmer of hope.

He only wanted to look.

Yet, he understood a bitter truth.

To even see the chasm, one required the strength to stand at its precipice. Without that power, how could one ever hope to measure the depth?

Kingsley lacked the power to even reach that edge. He had challenged Anthony before and failed to even comprehend the distance between them.

Would Lucian meet the same end?

Would Aura Nova taste that same bitter realization?

Would Aaaninja collide with Anthony only to find that resistance was futile?

How would this play out?

Who would remain standing? Who would crumble? Who would yield?

Who would embrace the truth, and who would persist in denying it?

And so, the greatest rematch in history was set.

Predator against predator.

Broken abilities against broken abilities.

Anomaly against anomaly.

Yet no matter the result, one fact was set in stone. In the days to come, reality itself, and everything within it, would bow before them.