MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

In a distant corner of the world, in a dimension untouched by the grasp of enemies, the air itself seemed to tremble with an indescribable power.

Here, the boundaries of space and time did not merely exist; they warped and folded upon themselves, as if reality itself bowed to the immense presence of the beings who called it home.

The very fabric of existence appeared to shudder, held together by forces so profound that even the laws of nature seemed to bend in submission.

Every particle of this realm hummed with an energy that could obliterate any who dared to challenge it, a constant reminder of the might of the rulers who resided within.

In this sanctuary, there was no room for weakness, no place for intrusion, only an overwhelming aura of dominance and control.

The air hung thick and unnervingly still, a profound silence draping the space like a shroud.

It was as though time itself had stilled, holding its breath in anxious anticipation of the arrival of someone whose presence would shake the very foundations of existence.

This place was no ordinary realm, but neutral ground, an ancient, sacred arena where no alliances, no conflicts, no factions could intrude.

Here, the most powerful, the most revered individuals, those who stood atop the pinnacle of power of the Blue Planet, beyond the reach of all others, could converge without the constraints of their worldly realms.

It was a space designed solely for those whose strength was not bound by the mortal plane, a space untouched by the lesser forces that governed the world.

There was an overwhelming sense of stillness here, as if the very air itself was infused with the weight of power, an invisible force that hung heavy in the atmosphere.

The mere presence of these beings, whose abilities defied the laws of nature, could send shockwaves through the environment, distorting the very air around them, rippling through the atmosphere in ways that bent the senses.

This location was the very same place where the Domain Leaders had first gathered to deliberate and present a prodigy from their respective realms, each chosen to compete in the Bloodbath, a trial by battle where the victor would ultimately represent them in the Starborn Galaxy-level Tournament.

It was here, in this timeless sanctuary, that these same leaders had first heard the name: Null Anthony.

At that moment, he had merely been a boy, no more than sixteen years of age, a child in their eyes, barely taking his first steps into a world defined by power. To them, he was nothing but an infant who had yet to crawl, a flickering flame unworthy of attention, let alone respect.

None of them truly believed that a human could ever rise to stand above the prodigies of other races, beings who had been tempered by bloodlines, heritage, and legacies that stretched back to the dawn of creation itself.

But Anthony had done precisely that. He had risen above them, not by chance nor fortune, but through will, talent, and strength.

He stood over the corpses of those so-called prodigies, his katana dripping with their defeat, proof undeniable that the impossible had become reality.

And now, once more, they waited for that same boy. No, no longer a boy, but a man. The one who had surpassed every measure of talent, every test of skill, and every barrier of expectation. The one who now stood above even them.

Still, pride and disbelief lingered in their hearts. They had called to him subtly, cloaking the entrance to this sanctuary so that he might seek it out himself. A small test, an unspoken challenge, for some among them still struggled to reconcile themselves with the truth that lay before them.

The silence broke.

Suddenly, the space within this hidden dimension quivered as though a great drum had been struck across eternity. Every Domain Leader felt it, the tremor, the pull, the shattering ripple of power that defied explanation.

Space itself tore asunder, rending like fragile cloth, and from that jagged wound in the void, a figure emerged.

A boy, no, a man, stepped forward with calm, deliberate grace. His snow-white hair cascaded down his back, his eyes, gem-like blue and serene. With every step, his composure radiated like the calm before a storm, unhurried and graceful, as though the sanctuary itself shifted to acknowledge his arrival.

Anthony's gaze swept across the sanctuary. Though he had never once set foot here, it seemed familiar It resembled, in some respects, the pocket dimension where he had once encountered the League of Supremes, the very place where he had severed the Second Supreme's arm from his body.

A flood of gazes fell upon him. The weight of expectation, pride, and doubt converged into a single oppressive force. Then, without warning, various auras surged against him, crashing down like tidal waves of pressure, each Domain Leader unleashing their presence to test him.

It was a storm of force so overwhelming that, if unleashed upon the mortal plane, it would have reduced the entire Blue Planet to rubble. But here, in the sanctuary, the space held firm.

Anthony did not waver. His eyes met theirs, and his lips curved into the faintest smile. He understood. This was not mere hostility, but a test.

A last, desperate attempt to reconcile the truth: that a child had done what had taken them centuries. That a human had stepped where none of their races could.

Though the weight pressing upon him was immense, Anthony felt it like little more than a whisper of wind. To him, their combined might was no more than the brush of a breeze against his cheek. He could have ignored it, could have walked past them without acknowledgment, but he knew this test demanded an answer.

Anthony had never cared for theatrics, for the flaring of power simply to intimidate. But this time, he chose otherwise.

His aura flared.

An overwhelming, indescribable force erupted from his being, surging outward in an instant. It was not a wave; it was a storm, a cataclysm.

Their combined presences, so formidable, so terrifying to the world beyond, were pushed back as though they were nothing but shadows before a rising sun. The Domain Leaders gasped, eyes widening despite themselves.

They had anticipated his strength, perhaps even this very outcome, but witnessing it firsthand was another matter entirely. It was like watching a paper wall attempt to halt the breath of a dragon.

And still, Anthony was not finished.

His lips parted, his voice calm yet resonant, imbued with a weight that bent the very air.

"Kneel."

At that word, his presence shifted. No longer content to merely repel, it descended like a hammer, pressing down directly upon their shoulders, their spines, their very souls. It was not simply pressure; it was command. Authority. Dominion.

And instantly, they all felt it.

The crushing inevitability of a power greater than theirs, not only in strength but in right.

The sanctuary itself seemed to tremble in agreement, as though the realm bowed alongside them, acknowledging the supremacy of the one who had once been dismissed as a child.