MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 891: Weird People

"So, what's the plan? Are we heading to the Timeline now?" Vega questioned, her tone thick with anticipation as she thought about the flavors awaiting her. She didn't care much for the inevitable conflict this group would find themselves in after eating; for the moment, food was a far greater priority than any battle.

"We have nothing else to do, so let's go," Anthony remarked with a calm air. His voice was relaxed and nearly indifferent, making the decision seem trivial. The others nodded in unison, seeing no reason to stall any longer.

"That works, but we need a quick detour to the Celestial planet first. My girlfriend is waiting for me to pick her up," Aaaninja noted casually.

"I'll go get Veronica then," Lucian added. As soon as the words escaped him, he vanished into thin air. Only a few seconds passed—hardly enough for anyone to blink—before he stood in the same spot again. This time, however, Veronica was floating by his side, her form wrapped in the gentle radiance of his mana.

Anthony watched the point where Lucian had disappeared and returned, his eyes lingering for a beat. While others might have missed the nuance or failed to understand its depth, Anthony found himself intrigued.

Before Lucian Darkheart had blinked away, he had subtly anchored a coordinate in space, returning to it perfectly with Veronica. The execution had been flawless, refined, and incredibly smooth.

‘It’s strikingly similar to my position marker technique,’ Anthony mused. He had developed that specific ability after being inspired by Minato, and now Lucian was demonstrating a concept that seemed identical. After a brief pause, Anthony pushed the thought aside. There was no point in overanalyzing; his habit of obsessing over every detail was a thing of the past.

Veronica drifted away from Lucian and moved toward Vega. Although they had experienced friction in the past, those grievances had been buried long before this meeting began. No tension remained between them, replaced instead by a silent truce.

"Time to move," Aaaninja said. With a flick of his wrist, the fabric of space began to warp. A spiraling portal tore open, its shimmering surface revealing the path back to the Celestial planet.

"Hold on! I thought your affinity was Time. How are you warping space?" Kingsley asked, gaping at the portal in total shock. He was visibly baffled, as what he was witnessing defied his understanding of Aaaninja’s powers.

Vega didn't need an explanation; her Eyes of the Universe had already decoded the truth. Aura Nova was similarly unfazed, as her Omniedit innate ability allowed her to grasp the mechanics of Aaaninja’s spatial manipulation instantly.

"I possess a skill called Temporal Replication," Aaaninja replied, not even glancing back at Kingsley. "It permits me to recreate phenomena I've observed throughout time, provided I comprehend the underlying logic."

He chose not to mention that the ability was heavily restricted and required an exhausting amount of time to master. Despite its perceived god-like utility, he rarely utilized it because the cost often overshadowed the reward.

Aaaninja then stepped into the gateway. Lucian followed closely, a broad smirk playing on his lips. He was already plotting to siphon as many techniques as possible from the Celestials they were about to meet. Anthony and the rest of the group followed suit, crossing the threshold just as the portal collapsed into nothingness.

As soon as the rift vanished, a figure emerged from the hidden folds of reality. Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit with a white mask and a neat hat, this was StreamGhost—a being dedicated to documenting everything. A galactic-scale conquest was far too significant for him to ignore. Most of his recordings eventually became the foundation of galactic history, provided the universe deemed the events worthy of remembrance.

"Wow, that was top-tier footage," he whispered with a grin, scrolling through the recorded interactions between Anthony and his comrades. While Aaaninja and the rest remained oblivious to his presence, Anthony had sensed him. Anthony simply chose to ignore him, having no desire to engage with the relentless stalker.

"Tsk, I really missed out by not being there for the Starborn Tournament. What a waste of legendary material," StreamGhost grumbled. Though his Omnipotence allowed him to travel back and record it, he refused. To him, such a recording would lack authenticity; the true soul of the moment would be gone.

He let out a sigh. "And that brat Null Anthony—he knew I was there but didn't even bother to introduce me to his friends," he clicked his tongue, annoyed. "Still, that's a bizarre group he hangs out with... all of them uniquely gifted. I suppose 'birds of a feather' really is the perfect idiom for them."

He talked to himself out of habit, a byproduct of existing in a state where no one could usually perceive him.

"And why was that Lucian fellow smiling like a villain?" he wondered, tapping his chin. "He's definitely up to something."

His expression grew more serious as his thoughts shifted. "Then there's Aaaninja... he's grown significantly since our last encounter. To be able to breach another Timeline at his age and current Cultivation level should be an impossible feat in this galaxy."

He shook his head dismissively. "Sigh... whatever. I'll just categorize them as freaks born in the wrong part of the universe."

Straightening his suit, StreamGhost made his move. "There should be plenty of action to film on the Celestial planet," he murmured. "Plus, I have to follow them to that ramen Timeline. That's where the fight for Team Captain will go down. I might have missed the Starborn Tournament, but all the heavy hitters are here now. No point in wasting film on side characters."

With a wave, he tore open a portal toward the Celestial planet. Even though the world was shielded by layers of ancient runes and defensive barriers, they were as flimsy as paper against StreamGhost’s power.

After all, nothing can truly block the path of Omnipotence and Omniscience. Stepping through the rift, he vanished, continuing his silent observation, unnoticed and unstopped.