MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 983: Cannon Event
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos sensed it happening right then, the authority he wielded across the Galaxy, reality, the Universe, and even the Parallel Universes got completely overridden by some force outside of chronology. His form stayed as the embodiment of the River Of Time, granting him total control over temporal matters, yet a vastly superior power had entered the scene, stopping the changes and the Unchanging Canon Event he was carefully embedding into the Galaxy's core with unyielding certainty.
Lucian kept going without pause, his smile locked firmly on his features while a strength he never expected to grasp for millennia of cultivation surged through his bloodstream and lingered on his mouth like a heavenly elixir.
In one mere idea, all those threads—countless in the billions and trillions—rushed at him like animated sacred snakes, twisting with abstract power, and instantly afterward, they crashed into each other fiercely, intertwining to form something that started shaping up with careful intent.
Soon enough, the myriad threads in diverse hues flared with dazzling intensity, lighting up the ripped expanse of the Galaxy, and right then a tome appeared out of nowhere as the threads faded away completely, converted into that one extraordinary item of boundless importance.
The tome featured a sturdy and commanding exterior, its face emitting an unfathomable heaviness, and etched across it in striking, defiant script was its name;
Depicted on the front was a figure with cascading white locks, intense blue gaze, an ideal visage carved as if by godly artisans, and a defined chin that projected subtle command, requiring just a brief glance to identify it as Anthony's likeness boldly displayed on the surface.
With a fresh notion, the tome opened by itself, its leaves flipping swiftly beyond Chapter 1, the sheets rustling clearly until arriving at Chapter 983, the most recent entry in the story. With one more idea, fresh threads emerged from the void, braiding into a quill's form, and without delay, Lucian started inscribing in the tome live with wild assurance.
While he inscribed, the leaves shimmered with intense bursts of radiant glow, the quill gliding smoothly over the spotless pages as if directed by ultimate command. Though Lucian might have penned nearly anything, reshaping fates in ways beyond thought, he opted for straightforwardness, no reason to overdo it excessively... even if his current actions were wildly excessive in all possible ways.
When he added the last period to close the line, the tome shook fiercely, the emptiness around it howling mutely for reprieve, and then it dissolved fully from being, melting back into oblivion, and even that trace erased as if it had never appeared.
Once the tome was gone, the immense strength flowing in Lucian's frame faded too, restoring him to the ordinary mortal he once was. And precisely then, the Acarnis Galaxy quaked hard as the sequence Aaaninja had started reversed itself like time flowing backward in rebellion. All his interventions unraveled, temporal bits retreating in submission, guided by a might that appeared to surpass Time in every way.
Aaaninja experienced the fallout immediately, his hold on the Universe and Parallel Universes slipping away at an alarming pace, shock overwhelming his mind. Prior to enforcing the Unchangeable Perfect Canon Event, he had examined endless Parallel Universes and branching worlds, finding no hint of this result in any, but it played out anyway right in front of him.
Clenching his jaw, he tried channeling extra strength and time essence, compelling the River Of Time to follow his command again, but it proved useless; nothing heeded him now—not the Galaxy, not the time bits, nor the subtle remnants of cause and effect. Moments later, another surge of time bits swirled around him, and his form started solidifying once more; he fought against the rebuilding, but resistance failed again.
In the instant that followed, his whole physique reassembled fully, his complete bodily presence materializing in the real world, his feet touching down on a desolate moon's ground. As soon as his figure turned visible and steady, Aaaninja wasted no time, instantly triggering his Eyes Of Genesis, hiding his panic behind a composed stare; he had no clue what Lucian had pulled off, but he was dead sure he couldn't let this battle slip away no matter what.
Yet even with the Eyes Of Genesis active, he detected absolutely nothing... though an inexpressible sensation lingered. Suddenly, his head separated from his neck without any alert, his view inverting as the detached head hit the moon's terrain and tumbled over it like a discarded stone from destiny, and with a solid impact, his headless corpse toppled onto the lunar ground, kicking up swirls of ghostly moon dust into the quiet emptiness.
Right up to his end, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos couldn't grasp what Lucian Darkheart had achieved. But one irrefutable fact stood clear: Lucian had reached a force that outshone the River Of Time. And as awareness dimmed, true acceptance eluded him still.
The River Of Time ought to reign supreme over the Omniverse, the Multiverse, every imaginable realm of being, but somehow a greater authority loomed even over that holy stream.
Lucian hovered with serene and simple grace, looking down at Aaaninja's motionless form, his smile holding steady on his expression. This round, he knew beyond doubt that Aaaninja wasn't faking or plotting a secret comeback, since he had locked in the decisive end.
Indeed, the River Of Time held unimaginable might, but entities like ??? and Romulus towered over it with raw force and endless depth. Yet hidden from all, including ??? and Romulus, was the one who ruled over them utterly: the AUTHOR.
Thus, as Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos embodied the River Of Time, Lucian Darkheart rose to embody the Author, letting him, Lucian Darkheart, revise the ongoing Chapter straight by shattering the fourth wall and calling forth the exact tome that ruled their world.
Lucian Darkheart drifted in sheer, exhilarating joy, intoxicated by the scale of his triumph and the boldness of his feat.
And so, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos fell to someone he had beaten three years back, a figure he once dismissed as a trivial threat.
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