MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 913: Four Versus Five
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
"Mr. Klaus, given the current state of the Acarnis Galaxy, hosting such an event is simply not feasible," Zachary clarified with a composed expression. "A duel can take place at any time, but we are uncertain when the Divinora Galaxy will strike."
It wasn't that he feared conflict; quite the opposite. However, unlike many of his companions, his shoulders bore the weight of immense responsibility. There were vital matters he had to prioritize—concerns that reached far beyond personal glory or the thrill of testing his strength against formidable rivals.
Even though Klaus and Amara had been absent from the galaxy-wide summit, Zachary felt certain they were already well-informed. Amara’s casual remark regarding the skirmish with the Angel just moments prior was a blatant indication that they understood the gravity of the situation.
Klaus turned his gaze toward Zachary, observing him silently for a short time before releasing a quiet sigh. To someone like Klaus, the looming war felt like nothing more than a trivial game, hardly worth his attention. Nevertheless, he could empathize with the struggles of others, particularly those shackled by duty.
'Perhaps I should just travel to the Divinora Galaxy and extinguish every life there,' Klaus mused with a lazy detachment. 'I could just obliterate the Galaxy itself along with their pathetic God... that would settle the matter, wouldn't it?'
A solution manifested in his mind instantly—one that was both effortless and devastatingly efficient.
"I am aware of your thoughts," Amara’s voice interrupted from beside him. Her tone was steady and resolute as her golden eyes locked onto Klaus. "Do not even consider it."
Klaus hesitated for a second, then offered a small grin while shaking his head. "I suppose I won't then," he replied airily. "You truly do know me far too well."
His statement was factual. Amara had been his spouse for thousands of years. It would have been more surprising if she couldn't read his intentions in such moments. Had anyone else grasped the implications of their exchange, they would have been stunned by the sheer madness of it.
Klaus then shifted his attention to Michael. "Your strength has increased once again," he remarked, a spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes. "I am eager for our next confrontation."
Michael offered a simple nod, a faint smile touching his lips. There was no need for further discussion. Between warriors like them, words were superfluous. When the moment arrived, they would meet on the battlefield.
"Come on, Dad. We have lingered here long enough," Vega interjected with a weary sigh.
Klaus gave a nod of agreement. Vega had already briefed him on their plan to utilize one of his private planes. Without saying a word, he made a casual sweeping motion with his hand. Reality and space began to ripple like a still pond disturbed by a pebble, and a gateway tore open in the air. Grasping Amara’s hand, Klaus stepped through the rift without a second thought, with Amara following silently at his side.
"Tsk... they didn't even bother to wait for their own daughter," Vega grumbled, clicking her tongue in annoyance.
"Why are you acting so irritated when you're the one holding my hand?" Anthony asked from nearby.
Vega glanced at him and let out a small smile. Without responding, she placed her hand in his, and together they crossed through the portal. One after another, the rest followed, stepping through the spatial distortion as they made their way toward the training grounds.
Aura Nova materialized in the sky as she exited the rift. She was surrounded by white clouds as the others hovered nearby, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar landscape below.
"So, this is the separate plane," Aura Nova whispered to herself while observing her surroundings.
The terrain stretched out into infinity. No matter how far she looked, the horizon seemed never-ending. Below her, massive trees soared hundreds of meters high, as if trying to touch the heavens. Mountains rose to impossible heights, their jagged peaks piercing the clouds. Enormous oceans and meandering rivers flowed across the expanse, reflecting the vast sky, while brutal deserts baked under a searing sun.
Aside from these natural wonders, the world was empty—no buildings, no civilizations, and no life beyond the wilderness itself.
"These features possess the same durability as planets and Astra bodies, don't they?" she mused aloud.
Lifting her arm, Aura Nova gave a casual flick of her finger. That minor movement caused the air to erupt. Space itself trembled as a wave of pure annihilation was released—a force powerful enough to wipe entire kingdoms off the map in a heartbeat.
Yet, when the strike impacted the forest and mountains below, nothing occurred. There was no shaking, no crumbling. Not a single leaf was disturbed. The landscape remained entirely unchanged, as if the destructive energy had never touched it.
"...Fascinating," Aura Nova muttered.
A blue glow emanated from her eyes as she began to scan the mechanics of the separate plane, already plotting how she might construct something similar in the future.
With a quick snap of Klaus’s fingers, several chairs forged from condensed cosmic energy manifested before the group. Without any hesitation, everyone took a seat, acting as if this display of power was perfectly ordinary.
"So, how shall we determine the order of the matches?" Rain inquired as he sat. Even though he was likely the least powerful among the older generation present, he didn't hesitate to speak his mind.
A brief silence fell over the group as they contemplated the suggestion.
"Rather than overcomplicating things," Klaus said smoothly, "we will assign numbers. When two numbers are drawn, those individuals will fight. Once a specific pairing has competed, that match-up will not be repeated."
"I will take number one," Anthony declared with a composed grin.
"I'll be number two," Aaaninja added, his face remaining a mask of indifference.
"Three," Lucian announced, leaning back with a sense of quiet excitement, clearly eager for the combat to commence.
"Four," Aura Nova stated, though her attention seemed fixed on something far beyond their current location.
"Number five," Kingsley concluded, seating himself with his characteristic calm.
The order was settled without any arguments. Ultimately, the starting sequence was irrelevant to them.
Klaus snapped his fingers once more. Cosmic energy twisted and coiled, forming a massive holographic screen that displayed the numbers one through five. Immediately, the screen began to cycle through the digits at a frantic pace.
Then, it came to a sudden halt.
Two digits shone with a bright light.
Four versus five.
Every gaze shifted toward Aura Nova and Kingsley. In an instant, both figures vanished from their seats and reappeared in the middle of the burning desert below. The sun beat down on the sand, but neither combatant showed any sign of discomfort.
"The guidelines are straightforward," Klaus’s voice boomed across the entire plane. "Do not hold back. Fight with every ounce of your power. You may inflict grievous wounds or even cripple one another. If you find that victory requires the death of your opponent, then kill them. I shall simply resurrect them myself."
Even with the casual mention of killing and revival, the group remained unfazed. It wasn't necessarily because of their faith in Klaus. Rather, trust wasn't the issue; all five of them had their own secret techniques for resurrection. Klaus had proven his superior strength, but power alone didn't earn their complete trust.
"Begin."
Klaus’s command roared like a clap of thunder. With that single word, the world became a blur of motion for Aura Nova and Kingsley.
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