MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 901: Law

"I apologize for my conduct, Mr. Romulus, and... I am grateful for your assistance," Aura Nova stated with sincerity as she offered her formal apology.

A wave of confusion washed over the surrounding group. They found it difficult to grasp why Aura Nova would simultaneously express regret and gratitude toward the spirit. In their eyes, the two sentiments appeared to clash, yet there was no mistaking the genuine reverence in her voice.

"It is of no consequence, and you are welcome," Romulus answered. His tone was majestic and commanding, carrying the inherent weight of a superior being, though a trace of softness lingered beneath the surface. Despite his undeniable arrogance, Romulus harbored a subtle appreciation for women of beauty and talent, including Aura Nova. This restrained affinity was the sole motivation behind his earlier intervention to protect her.

Nevertheless, his mind remained free of any improper desires. He felt no carnal attraction toward them, nor did he perceive them in such a light. From his perspective, they were simply too insignificant—beings occupying a much lower tier of Existence, Law, Order, and Reality—to be considered in that way.

"Isn't this situation a bit perplexing?" Altheria questioned, her eyebrows knitting together slightly.

"In what way?" Veronica asked, her curiosity piqued.

Kingsley cut in before Altheria could clarify. "If Romulus is a spirit as well," he mused aloud, "how was the Spirit King defeated by him so easily?" His inquiry was blunt and free of ill intent, born from genuine bewilderment.

Altheria nodded in immediate agreement. That exact mystery had been plagueing her mind. No matter how she analyzed the situation, she couldn't fathom how a single spirit could so completely dominate the one who reigned over all spirit kind.

Multiple sets of eyes turned toward Anthony. He let out a soft sigh, already weary at the prospect of providing an explanation. In many cases, it was simpler to label Romulus as a spirit and leave the details alone.

"Romulus originates from a plane higher than the Acarnis Galaxy," Anthony explained with a calm demeanor. "That is likely the reason."

While this explanation didn't capture the full complexity of the truth, it wasn't inaccurate.

Visible shock spread through the crowd. The concept of higher planes and distant galaxies wasn't foreign to them, as such information was common knowledge among the elite. However, there was a vast difference between knowing they existed and actually interacting with them. The Divinora Galaxy had only recently managed to surpass its own boundaries, yet here they were, learning that Anthony had summoned a champion from an even more elevated plane of existence.

Aura Nova, conversely, remained unfazed. Having encountered the Spirit King previously, she had once tried to analyze his essence. That attempt had caused her eyes to bleed heavily, though they hadn't burst, allowing her to grasp a tiny shred of information. Comparing that past ordeal to the current event, she easily deduced that Romulus was not a product of the Acarnis Galaxy. The Spirit King and other primordial beings already marked the absolute peak of the Acarnis Galaxy's power.

"Romulus, are you visiting this Timeline specifically for the ramen?" Vega chirped, her inquisitiveness showing no restraint.

Romulus gave a nod. "Indeed. I have the power to access realms like this, but I never saw the point in visiting," he remarked coolly. "Since you and Anthony are present, I decided I might as well join in."

Even though he could observe every event through Anthony’s soul, he had chosen to manifest his physical presence instead.

"I see... so that was the meaning behind your 'own ways,'" Aaaninja remarked from the side, his gaze shifting toward Anthony. "You intended to obtain the coordinates from your summoned spirit all along," he added, speaking as if he had solved the puzzle.

Anthony lifted an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips as he shook his head. In truth, he hadn't even considered that Romulus might hold data on various Timelines, the Ramen Singularity Timeline included.

Aaaninja interpreted Anthony’s silent smile as a confirmation and fell silent. Only Lucian, who stood nearby, realized just how mistaken that conclusion actually was.

Broth-ben remained a silent observer on the periphery. Having guided numerous groups through Nodara Planet, he understood that visitors needed time to digest their experiences before moving forward. Thus, he continued to walk alongside them in silence, appearing as a quiet, living manifestation of broth.

As they traveled, other guides—members of the various indigenous races of Nodara Planet—could be seen escorting their own groups of foreign travelers, each party lost in their own sense of awe.

'Nodara Planet must be teeming with concealed masters,' Kingsley contemplated as a formidable aura brushed against his senses. His logic was straightforward: any foreigner capable of crossing into another timeline had to possess immense power or, at the very least, a potent artifact or ability similar to Aura Nova’s.

'If the opportunity arises, I would love to test myself against one of them,' he thought to himself, 'though the laws of this world likely forbid it.'

As a man deeply synchronized with the path of battle and martial arts, Kingsley sensed it vividly. The Laws governing Nodara Planet and the entire Ramen Singularity Timeline were designed to actively inhibit physical violence.

'One cannot even throw a simple punch,' he noted.

To verify his theory, he made a sudden motion as if to strike Broth-ben. Immediately, a wall of invisible force halted his movement, the Law itself vetoing the action.

'Conflict here is restricted to culinary skill or verbal debate,' he determined, shaking his head. He possessed no talent for cooking, nor was he particularly silver-tongued.

'I wonder... would Anthony’s Mirror Dimension be able to circumvent these Laws?' His mind continued to race with possibilities.

Eventually, Kingsley voiced his curiosity. "I attempted to throw a punch," he told Broth-ben calmly, "but it appears the Laws of this Planet and Timeline prevent it. How does one resolve this?"

Broth-ben showed no sign of surprise. Foreigners trying to use physical force was a frequent occurrence—almost a ritual.

"You are asking about bypassing the Laws of this Timeline and Planet?" Broth-ben asked for clarification.

Kingsley gave a firm nod.

"It can be done," Broth-ben clarified with patience. "One simply requires a transcendent level of mastery over Savor Energy. At that stage of Cultivation, the Timeline itself will relax its restrictions for you. However," he noted, "as an outsider, I doubt you have the required patience. Achieving such mastery takes thousands of years, and no traveler is willing to dedicate that much of their life to it."

Kingsley went quiet, lost in contemplation. Even if one attained that level of Savor mastery, it would be useless for a warrior. After all, a man who hadn't struck a blow in millennia wouldn't suddenly find the drive for physical combat.

By the time they reached that level, they would have become a true pacifist in every sense.