MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 883: Smithereens
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
The First Supreme Monarch's golden-ringed eyes shifted, fixing upon the Third Supreme Monarch. He perceived, with undeniable clarity, the Titan's inner turmoil and thoughts. Having known the man for centuries, it would have been preposterous not to recognize the familiar signals etched within the Titan's demeanor and aura.
His gaze then redirected, the golden rings faintly glinting as they ascended, settling on a specific white-haired, handsome young man who floated serenely within the void: Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos.
During the preceding battle, the First Supreme Monarch had deliberately informed the Third Supreme Monarch of his intention to engage in combat near Aaaninja, if feasible. This was so he could personally observe the young Celestial's manipulation of Time. What he had witnessed left him utterly awestruck. He still grappled with comprehending how Aaaninja had so effortlessly navigated through Time itself, as if it were merely a shallow stream beneath his feet.
Throughout the observed conflict, Aaaninja had explicitly employed no more than two Time-based abilities. Yet, this detail was inconsequential. The control, the application, the manipulation—each movement exhibited a flawless equilibrium between mana and element. It was refined, precise, and terrifyingly innate. Such harmony between intent and execution was something the First Supreme Monarch had rarely encountered across his long existence.
He couldn't help but ponder how such a man could possibly exist. Only one other individual had ever evoked a comparable sense of awe within him: Anthony. Although he had not personally witnessed Anthony manipulating Time, he found it challenging to believe that even Anthony could rival such an extraordinary being when it came to the pure manipulation of Time.
'And those eyes...' he mused silently.
He was convinced those eyes bestowed upon Aaaninja abilities intricately linked to Time itself, though the true nature of these abilities remained a mystery to him. As for how he knew, the First Supreme Monarch possessed unique Dragon Eyes, ocular powers that allowed him to discern truths far beyond conventional sight. It was inconceivable that someone could possess such captivating, abnormal eyes and have them function merely as ordinary organs of vision.
'I must meet him,' he decided internally.
Even if Aaaninja declined to share his knowledge, the First Supreme Monarch felt compelled to attempt it. Should that fail, he would not hesitate to seek Anthony's assistance. He would ask Anthony to persuade Aaaninja on his behalf. While not entirely certain Anthony would agree, the probability was sufficiently high to warrant the endeavor.
'Soon... after this meeting,' he resolved, firmly imprinting the moment in his mind.
He harbored no desire to delay or postpone. This was unequivocally the most opportune time. Who could predict when he would next encounter such a prodigy? Opportunities of this magnitude did not present themselves twice, even to someone of his esteemed stature.
Age and pride held no significance in the presence of true power. Even if commanded to kneel, the Dragon would do so unhesitatingly if Aaaninja demanded it. Pride was fleeting; enlightenment was eternal.
What the First Supreme Monarch remained unaware of, however, was that Aaaninja had already noticed him.
Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos possessed an inherent sensitivity to the flow of Time surrounding him. It was impossible for anyone to manipulate it, no matter how subtly, without entering his awareness. The very instant the First Supreme Monarch exerted even the faintest influence upon Time, Aaaninja had sensed it.
Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on the man. From Aaaninja's perspective, the Dragon's control and manipulation were... inadequate. Perhaps competent, even impressive by conventional metrics, but far from refined. He simply categorized the First Supreme Monarch as an individual born with an innate affinity for Time, much like himself. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I personally think the most ridiculous planet would be the Dusk Planet," an Older Generation member of the Netherborn race intoned, his gaze fixed upon Aura Nova with thinly veiled fascination. It was as if he yearned to dissect her soul, layer by layer, eager to uncover the hidden essence that granted her such absurd power. His eyes then shifted to the small cat perched atop her head. From the fluctuations in its soul alone, he could discern that the creature was anything but ordinary.
"Even after producing someone like Charles Evander, who can literally summon the Spirit King, a being way above the Planetary level, they also have someone like Aura Nova, who is even more... ridiculous."
His words immediately refocused everyone's attention on Aura Nova.
The woman who had sealed Tears in reality as if they were minor inconveniences. They had witnessed her halt the eruption of the third Tear with the casualness of a breath, transforming the violent distortion of reality into harmless, fluttering butterflies. The more they reflected on it, the more preposterous the entire situation seemed.
They couldn't help but wonder why the Dusk Planet hadn't presented Aura Nova as their primary candidate if she possessed such overwhelming power. Yet, after a moment of contemplation, they arrived at the same conclusion: the Dusk Planet had staked all their hopes on Charles Evander's Spirit King summoning ability. Unfortunately for them, Charles had encountered Anthony, who summoned an even more outrageous existence that utterly defeated the Spirit King.
The Older Generation could feel their understanding of talent, limits, and ability being rewritten in real time. They found themselves silently questioning what exactly was wrong with Humans this time around. Was the Galaxy itself bending in their favor?
Among the younger prodigies present, only Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos was not human, and he was unique in every conceivable way.
Aura Nova? Human.
Lucian Darkheart? Human.
Null Anthony? Human.
Sky Kingsley? Human.
Vega? Human.
Only Aaaninja stood apart, as if his mere presence served to keep the Human race in check.
Some members of the Older Generation couldn't help but begin formulating their own plans, seeking to acquire the most talented Humans they could find, perhaps even attempting reproduction. After all, they couldn't force the Galaxy to stop favoring Humans.
If only they knew how profoundly mistaken they were.
The Galaxy was not favoring Humans. These five were simply anomalies, Vega excluded, of course.
Rain couldn't help but smile as he observed the attention Aura Nova was receiving. He had always yearned for this moment for her—for the Galaxy, and perhaps even existence itself, to acknowledge her power, her might, and her unique abilities.
Yet she had consistently refused such recognition, secluding herself in relentless training. When she did emerge, she spent her time immersed in novels on her phone or laptop, as though the world beyond those pages held little interest. Witnessing Aura Nova finally receive the acknowledgment she deserved filled him with genuine joy. After all, he had known her since her childhood.
'Our planet will thrive under her and Charles' leadership,' he mused silently.
If Aura Nova overheard his thoughts, she would likely chuckle at his delusions. She had no intention of burdening herself with the responsibility of ensuring the planet's prosperity. She had books to read, far too many to squander her precious time on governance. Such matters could be entrusted to Charles.
Of course, if an enemy dared to step forward and threaten their planet, she would not hesitate for even a moment; she would reduce them to smithereens.