MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 982: Personification

Following the clash against the Demon King’s clone, ??? refrained from awarding Lucian Darkheart and Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos any particular skill or ability, nor did he present them with anything clearly organized or instantly understandable. Rather, he merely granted them one of the abilities they had covertly longed for, a yearning hidden far within their hearts and aspirations.

??? himself remained unaware of what that ability entailed, having intentionally blocked himself from discovering it. In the end, nothing holds true entertainment if you foresee its start, its progression, its intensification, and its unavoidable conclusion, since mystery forms the core of all fun.

Lucian Darkheart and Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos exchanged glances in total quiet, Aaaninja displaying a serene and completely blank look that revealed no worry or thrill, while Lucian bore a broad, nearly savage smile spreading over his features. Aaaninja hadn’t anticipated Lucian driving him to this extent, trapping him in such a dire position.

Indeed, he recognized Lucian’s strength and how much more powerful he had become compared to three years prior, during their previous real showdown. Yet he couldn’t have foreseen that an asset he had safeguarded, one reserved especially for Anthony, would need revealing right now in this critical showdown.

With that silent recognition, both triggered their abilities, Aaaninja’s velocity appearing to surpass its earlier boundaries as he uttered with steady poise;

His form ascended gradually and firmly skyward, as if gravity had surrendered its grip on him entirely, the time particles encircling him quivering with absurd power and boundless strength unlike anything before; previously they had swirled around Aaaninja like he was their protector and guide, but now they hesitated to frolic in his vicinity, as if he had risen past guardianship to embody their supreme maker and ultimate source.

Space shuddered fiercely, then fractured inward in rippling breaks, crumbling utterly beneath the immense and intolerable pressure from the time particles’ oscillations and impacts. The ground quaked with devastating power, quivers ripping across soil and atmosphere with doomsday might.

The whole isolated dimension, which Klaus had earlier fortified using his strength that ought to outmatch the ruinous potential of anyone here at the moment, was in fact getting obliterated instantly, its fortified framework crumbling like brittle crystal against a surging wave.

Aaaninja’s physique started shifting in a way that evaded ordinary senses, his corporeal shape appearing to dissolve into the time particles as his form morphed into a streaming, glowing, compact rendition of the eternal River Of Time. In this elevated condition, Aaaninja now linked to every Universe and alternate Universes that existed; he could peer across all timelines, scan all potential outcomes, absorb knowledge from every form of cause and effect.

Having become the embodiment of the River Of Time, he achieved total power and total awareness within the realm of time’s rule, a condition nearing all-knowingness and all-mightiness via the fabric of time.

Aaaninja showed no delay or doubt; with one commanding notion, he proceeded to reshape the full reality of the Galaxy, the alteration he enforced seeming straightforward yet staggeringly deep: all would stay exactly unchanged, past preserved, framework preserved, being preserved, yet for this fight, regardless of Lucian Darkheart’s actions, regardless of the reality-bending powers he summoned or how intensely he meddled with cause and effect, this fight would conclude with Lucian Darkheart’s defeat, a result etched into the backbone of reality.

Aaaninja had declared this a Canon Event, one that anomalies, paradoxes, twists, or deviations couldn’t fracture, evade, or undermine in any imaginable scenario.

With that lone decree, the full isolated dimension burst outward like a bloated sphere, an immense and devouring Temporal force surging in expanding rings, invading suns, stars, moons, space, emptiness, every element in the Acarnis Galaxy getting forcibly enveloped; whatever held a strength below Galaxy level got restrained and supplanted as Aaaninja reworked reality on the spot to lock in an Immutable Flawless Canon Event, and changing it would demand at minimum the obliteration of the Universe.

Lucian Darkheart sensed the advancing time particles engulfing him, he perceived reality twisting and reorganizing around him with precise certainty, he detected a shift even he, with flawless and total command over his form, couldn’t shatter, push back, or nullify, he felt it infiltrating the depths of his essence. Still, he couldn’t seize the method or stop its progress.

However, the grin on Lucian’s face didn’t diminish; on the contrary, it stretched further with perilous delight. He had foreseen a dominant power, but this? This went beyond standard madness. Aaaninja no longer had a tangible True Body to hit or aim at, for he was the River Of Time incarnate; he existed everywhere and nowhere at once, all-pervading yet untouchable, scattered yet commanding.

"HAHHAAHHA! I never expected less from you, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos," Lucian bellowed while cackling like a lunatic fueled by combat’s wild thrill. Though he sensed his whole being overwritten phrase by phrase, he refused to panic or recoil.

His eyes lifted to the vast and infinite emptiness of the Galaxy, he detected Aaaninja’s essence permeating all, interlaced into the weave of time itself, he felt the Universe bound to him via unseen bonds of temporal might.

"My turn," Lucian declared with certainty, his whole bearing altering as the atmosphere near him started to quake in utter frenzy, as if creation braced for sacrilege.

As those words escaped Lucian’s mouth, a profound hush swept across the entire Acarnis Galaxy, the quiet overwhelming, deranging, tainting even the basic pulses of existence.

Then, in the immediate aftermath, that hush broke apart utterly as being itself sprang from nothingness, a colossal force crashing downward from an unknowable height, a height beyond sensing, grasping, or imagining, the force slamming onto Lucian Darkheart like a divine beam of radiance falling from a realm past understanding.

Then, in the subsequent frozen moment, that force disappeared completely, unveiling Lucian’s form; externally, nothing differed, his hair stayed dark as night, his eyes stayed dark as night, his attire remained the same, but his essence... his aura... his bearing... his poise... they now radiated TRUE OMNIPOTENCE with choking dominance, as if he had crossed past the limits of story and cause.

He lifted one hand and commanded it, and instantly worlds exploded into cosmic rubble, suns imploded on themselves, stars splintered into glowing shards, moons creaked and divided, space caved in savagely, void infiltrated the highest tiers of being like a spreading darkness.

Then, right after, they all morphed into myriad strands of diverse hues, each strand glowing with an energy unseen before, pulsing with rhythms that defied understanding.

Yet it wasn’t just celestial objects like stars and suns that suffered; Laws too were compelled into strands, Origin unwound into strands, Existence into strands, Reality into strands, Conception into strands, Actualisation into strands, Infinity into strands, Source into strands, Genesis into strands, Primordial into strands, no aspect escaped this breakdown at the deepest level.

Everything got stripped down to strands, each pulsing with vast might and shining in every possible shade across the complete range of colors that being could produce or conceive.

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos was remolding the Galaxy through time’s absolute rule, but Lucian Darkheart was dismantling it to its rawest threads, breaking it to its core filaments, for he had accessed a force below Ideas and Dominion, a force that didn’t just rule reality but existed apart from it, watching it, analyzing it, and reshaping it as if all of creation amounted to nothing more than delicate cloth in his grasp.