MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 924: Unprecedented

Drifting through the galaxy's outer reaches, the upper torso of Aura Nova’s form floated slowly—though "upper torso" was a generous description. Only the segment from her chest to her head remained whole; the rest of her body had been utterly obliterated by Kingsley’s devastating strike.

That she survived at all served as a testament to the incredible vitality and essence resilience found in beings of their stature. Unless the head or heart were pulverized, or death was dealt through some absolute method, regeneration was always possible, regardless of how catastrophic the injuries appeared.

Despite this, Aura Nova found herself struggling to process the situation.

As the conflict persisted, her confusion only deepened. Her entire life had been defined by power, steeped in it and surrounded by it. Power had always obeyed her. Now, however, she was locked in a struggle with an opponent who was not just her peer, but someone who seemed to bypass the very laws she had spent a lifetime mastering.

At this moment, the sudden transition of the battle and the final two strikes Kingsley had delivered made no sense to her. It felt as if the man was drawing hidden cards from thin air, presenting something alien and incomprehensible with every clash. This confusion was not due to a lack of intellect or perception. The truth was that no one knew of Concepts. Beings at their galactic tier were never meant to touch such things, let alone grasp their nature.

It was only logical that she was powerless against it.

The Code Replication Command, a sub-feature of Aura Nova’s Omniedit ability, had rarely failed her in the past. It had been her ultimate weapon throughout her life, granting her the power to instantly analyze, decode, and mimic techniques with frightening accuracy. Yet, the longer she traded blows with Kingsley, the more obvious it became that his martial arts were beyond her replication. Such a failure was entirely without precedent.

Even without relying on Code Replication, her innate, monstrous talent usually allowed her to master techniques at a glance and execute them perfectly on the first try. That genius had failed her utterly against Kingsley. His martial arts felt fundamentally different, as if they were not mere techniques but manifestations of his own existence—tailored specifically for him and bound exclusively to his body and essence.

To replicate them was an impossibility.

The Concept was even more problematic.

Even her Omniedit ability—overpowered, broken, and nearly absolute—could not analyze it. The power could not define, deconstruct, or even properly sense the Concept. To understand or copy a Concept was nothing but a delusion. Despite her vast power, Aura Nova simply did not occupy the level of existence required to manipulate or override one.

At the very least, she couldn't do it at the current level she was utilizing Omniedit.

When Kingsley had launched his final assault, she had been forced to trigger the Overwrite Cascade Command, a power she almost never touched. In fact, she had avoided using it for the duration of the battle until that precise second. Overwrite Cascade allowed her to rewrite the very layers of reality and existence; as long as her mana held out, she possessed dominion over the galaxy, using it to enforce absolute protection and shield herself from all harm.

By any standard, it was a ridiculously overpowered skill.

Yet, even that had proved futile against Kingsley’s Concept Of Destruction.

His Concept sliced through the Layers of Reality, Existence, Law, and Order as if they were nothing more than translucent illusions. It represented destruction in its purest form: absolute, final, and beyond question.

It was only the activation of Overwrite Cascade that allowed her to preserve even this small portion of herself. While her head and chest remained, everything else had been erased past the point of recovery.

’I’m nearly drained... only about ten percent mana remaining,’ Aura Nova thought with grim resolve.

The moment the realization hit, she moved without hesitation, funneling her remaining mana into her regeneration. She had no knowledge of Kingsley’s location or the whereabouts of the others. The sheer force of the shockwave had propelled her across an unimaginable distance. It didn't matter. She had to heal immediately, before Kingsley could reveal another unpredictable move.

After that, she had to bring this fight to an end at once.

As her body began its reconstruction, weaving flesh and form back together with mana, a sudden tug pulled at her. Though she instinctively tried to fight it, she soon realized that resistance was pointless. The force enveloped her entirely, disregarding her will.

In the next heartbeat, she was back inside the separate plane.

She was momentarily stunned. That plane should have been annihilated, erased from existence. However, the truth soon dawned on her: Klaus had simply manifested a new one on the spot, reconstructing a battlefield for their continued duel.

It was then that Aura Nova spotted Kingsley.

He was down on one knee, bracing himself with a hand against the floor. That final attack had clearly exacted a heavy price. After all, erasing a whole sector of the galaxy was a preposterous feat, even for someone of their caliber. His unique transformation began to softly fade, the golden luster on his skin vanishing like cooling embers. The massive, wheel-like golden halo that had hovered behind him disappeared completely.

Kingsley returned to his standard form.

He appeared as just a man, standing slightly over six feet tall, with hair and eyes of gold.

His stamina had been severely drained by the limits Aura Nova had forced him to reach, but Kingsley remained indifferent. This was the essence of true battle: two beings pushing one another to the very edge of ruin. Even as his energy flagged, his absurd physique was already replenishing it without trouble. Kingsley required no healing or rest to recover his strength; his body was a monstrous anomaly that functioned far beyond normal biological limits.

"Who would have thought you survived," he muttered, rising to his feet.

His gaze remained locked on Aura Nova, who stood before him as her body continued to knit itself back together. Neither side attacked immediately. They were caught in a tactical stalemate—one mending wounds, the other recovering stamina.

Aura Nova remained silent.

Under normal circumstances, she would have attacked without a second thought, using overwhelming volume and power to crush her foe. She could not afford such a gamble now. Nearly all her mana had been spent just to survive Kingsley’s last strike via Overwrite Cascade.

What she required now was a single, decisive blow—one final, absolute strike powered by her last ten percent. If that failed, she would be left entirely at the mercy of the monster before her.

A monster in the shape of a man.

Kingsley Sky.