MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 949: Huge Golden Eye

Anthony just watched the spectacle unfolding before him, his face serene but with a hint of deep reflection, since he was well aware that the Universe was stepping in and acting on behalf of its cherished one. The sight didn't catch him off guard at all. If the Universe was willing to step up just to cover the costs of the items Kingsley picked up in the Ramen Singularity Timeline that he couldn't pay for, then it was no shock that it would get involved in something as critical and deadly as this, particularly when death was right at the door.

Up in the air, Kingsley suddenly stirred, his form jerking just a bit as if awareness was being woven back into him bit by bit. His eyelids lifted softly, unhurriedly, in a relaxed manner, his golden pupils turning skyward to the heavens that showered mysterious power into him like sacred rays from above. Kingsley remained quiet. He didn't have any personal skills or items for bringing life back or cheating death, and he had never set up anything to challenge the end itself.

He had perished, yet the Universe had intervened on his behalf.

The golden glow that covered the whole isolated realm began to pull back and fade gradually, melting away like fog under the dawn light. Yet in that instant, a massive golden orb appeared to form in the heavens, immense and endless, its essence beyond understanding. It felt like a mirage, present and absent all at once, real and unreal in the same breath, as if a riddle had taken shape. The pupil of that golden orb quickly turned to Aaaninja, pausing on him for what seemed an eternity though it was brief.

Aaaninja didn't budge. He merely looked straight back, his features steady and his stance firm, without real fear. After all, should that enormous golden orb choose to strike, his only option would be fleeing into the River Of Time. Still, even considering that, he sensed no force, no burden, no hostile vibe from the giant gaze overhead. It came across like any regular eye that watched him every day, aloof and neutral.

Naturally, the Universe wasn't issuing a threat. It was far too mighty to bother with such basic tactics. Even if the Universe desired to act against Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos, it couldn't. Behind this Time Celestial loomed the River Of Time, a force surpassing the Universe and the Multiverse alike, an unending stream that went beyond every rule and framework.

At that, the enormous golden orb in the sky disappeared entirely, as if it had never been there to start with. Reality clicked back into order. The heavens normalized, the protective shields around the isolated realm swiftly reformed as the Universe effortlessly turned back time, fixing everything to how it was before its coming, like the ruin was just a minor error wiped away casually.

A heavy quiet swept over the isolated realm for quite some time. If someone had ever seen Kingsley as nothing more than an ordinary fellow without any support, just Anthony's buddy coming along for the ride, that idea vanished from their heads right away, broken irreparably. The rank they assigned to Kingsley in their minds shot up sharply, reaching levels they hadn't imagined before.

Right then, Klaus's voice cut through the hush. "Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos wins," he announced. Though he had triumphed, the event that just transpired totally eclipsed his success, making what was meant to be a clear-cut win seem like a side note next to the Universe's meddling.

Aaaninja paused quietly for a second, his Eyes Of Genesis fixing on Kingsley for a short while as though probing for something profound, something concealed deep down. Then he gave a slight shake of his head and faded from his spot, gliding through Time and rematerializing in his chair like he hadn't left at all, as if the fight had never taken place.

Kingsley lingered still for a beat. He hadn't received any wondrous or special boon; it was merely a direct revival, plain and simple. Right now, his thoughts looped through his clash with Aaaninja over and over. The Universe had shown him exactly how he fell to Aaaninja in his head, making him face each weakness and each error with harsh precision.

'Sigh... I wonder where Anthony found these overpowered friends of his,' he thought to himself with soft defeat. 'I guess birds of a feather flock together.' With that in mind, he dissolved like a breeze, scattering into void before showing up in his own chair. But as soon as he settled, all gazes locked onto him, examining him like he was some otherworldly being, like they aimed to strip him layer by layer and reveal what hid inside, to unravel the secret he carried.

But Kingsley showed no response. If nobody questioned him, there was nothing to share anyway.

'Is this guy bribing that greedy author with gifts?' Lucian pondered while glancing slyly at Kingsley, his look keen but offhand. He was already aware that Kingsley was a figure crafted by the so-called Author.

'Hmmm...' he delved further into his musings. 'I wonder what he gained from the Enlightenment,' Lucian wondered inside, confusing the occurrence with Enlightenment. Yet he wasn't worried or anxious about suddenly dropping a match to Kingsley. If Aaaninja could pull off a win, then he could too. Power respected power.

Romulus kept quiet as he observed the whole scene play out. 'So many anomalies within one Galaxy, and all of them gathered within one place,' he reflected with light interest. Usually, a Galaxy held just one anomaly, if that. But here, he could spot around five of them lounging around and fighting each other just for fun.

Did Romulus give a damn? Not in the slightest. He towered over the Galaxy, the Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse, and more. To him, they were just amusing ants hustling on the floor, and nothing else. With that, he turned his attention ahead, awaiting the next fight with cool entertainment.

"It seems your son would be in trouble if he runs into that Kingsley guy," Zachary said, aiming his comment at Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart, his voice easy but tinged with subtle intrigue.

Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart remained utterly mute, not saying a thing. They didn't have to talk. Their son's strength and blade would settle every uncertainty and every query without pointless words.

'Let’s continue, shall we?' Klaus inquired with a grin, his tone breezy but authoritative. With that, all eyes shifted to the display. The figures on the display spun quickly, cycling through numbers like a wheel of destiny picking outcomes. Then abruptly, it halted, showing two figures.

Three Vs Four

Lucian Darkheart Versus Aura Nova.

As soon as their numbers showed, they locked eyes, dark ones clashing with bright blue, neither yielding or flinching. Silently, they blinked out from their spots, trails lingering behind as they materialized under the arena.

Klaus, wasting no time because the last fight had dragged on too little, stated boldly and decisively, "Begin."