MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 995: Memories-2

The view shifted once more, now showing Aaaninja at the age of seven, embarking on his initial training. Gradually, his playful innocence faded away as he grasped the significance of his heritage and the immense strength of his clan, bringing with it a serene wisdom that surpassed his tender age.

In his lavish chamber, fit for no mere ruler but reserved for the elite, the young Aaaninja of seven lay in deep slumber. Unbeknownst to the boy, a dark figure slithered in from the gloom, morphing into a human form clutching a deadly blade, lunging straight at the unsuspecting child whose life hung in fragile balance.

Yet, just shy of striking, the intruder halted abruptly, bound by an overwhelming force unlike any it had faced, a dominance so total that any struggle proved futile. Nearby in the room, Nyxss and Zachary observed with steady composure and detached stares, as if they had anticipated this precise occurrence all along, their faces showing no trace of alarm, fury, or astonishment.

Truth be told, such vigilance had been their constant routine. Attempts on the lives of heirs from mighty families were commonplace across the Galaxy, especially in the Celestial Solar System. It remained an accepted reality that great power drew enmity, turning life into a perpetual arena from the instant one inherited extraordinary gifts.

However, Zachary and Nyxss avoided the common error of relying solely on sentinels to guard their child. Recognizing the unavoidable perils, they took direct charge, staying by his side during every rest, safeguarding him personally with unflinching watchfulness.

A single mental command from Zachary caused the assailant to burst apart in a spray of blood, viscera, and limbs directly before the soundly sleeping Aaaninja. Tissues ripped effortlessly, skeletons crumbled to dust, and reality itself expelled the unwanted presence.

The young Aaaninja remained oblivious throughout, drifting in carefree repose with even breaths, since Zachary and Nyxss had silenced every noise and ripple, upholding his tranquil rest through perfect mastery.

Moments melted into years, and further attackers arrived. They materialized from obscurity, from the void of space, from hidden realms beyond sight. Each met the same ruthless end through identical means, their beings obliterated prior to fulfilling their intent. Not one prevailed, not one endured, not one approached success.

Eventually, Aaaninja stirred to full awareness, his abilities outshining all records in the Celestial Solar System's annals. His progress ignored all rationale, his insights challenged logic, and his very being transcended boundaries. Among his peers, he triumphed in every duel, every fight concluded in perfect dominance, foes crumbling invariably before his unyielding might.

In time, he managed the intruders on his own. Their approach became known to him in advance, thanks to the awakening of his Eyes Of Genesis, which bestowed vision transcending normal dimensions and chronology, enabling foresight of certainties yet to take form.

A subtle grin crossed Aaaninja's face while these recollections played out in his view. Such experiences molded his character, honed his essence, and tempered him into his current self. Absent these echoes, he would not embody Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos. Devoid of challenges, perils, and the certainty of strife, he might have become a diminished version, unfinished and ordinary.

A soft smile still on his mouth, he advanced with a stride, resuming his journey ahead. Yet as he progressed, the visions persisted, encircling him, traveling with him like inseparable companions. He observed them quietly during his march, embracing his history with poised serenity. After an indefinite span, he halted at another obstruction woven purely from temporal essence, its facade gleaming with elusive mastery over chronology.

'I wonder what lies beyond this barrier,' Aaaninja pondered inwardly, his mind serene and leisurely. Then, free of reluctance, trepidation, or uncertainty, he passed through it. The vista wavered like rippled liquid before him, then transformed. The echoes of his youth dissolved. Now confronting him appeared... extensions of the perpetual tomorrow.

These pathways bloomed without end, extending boundlessly, each fork symbolizing a potential, a route, a fate awaiting fulfillment. They revealed to Aaaninja the directions his journey might take, its possible conclusions, its potential fractures, its halts, its complete vanishing amid unfathomable influences.

One strand of the unfolding tomorrow depicted him wedded to Altheria. Two tiny versions of Aaaninja scampered about, identical twins, their giggles resounding with pure delight and happiness, their lives brimming with affection and connection.

A different strand illustrated his demise by a foe who spotted him after he meddled with a prohibited artifact, something illicit, something outside his reach. Drawn to his eyes, form, and spirit, the entity consumed Aaaninja on the spot, for he paled utterly against such a force. The gulf in strength mirrored that between a Galaxy and a Universe, an uncrossable and total chasm.

Yet another strand portrayed his triumph over Anthony following a prolonged skirmish lasting days, their duel rattling the fabric of reality. Victory came by a hair, his frame shattered and drained, teetering on oblivion's brink, while Lucian nearby gaped in utter disbelief, struggling to process the spectacle.

One more strand unveiled utter annihilation. The Galaxy, Universe, Multiverse, Omniverse—all reduced to void, wiped out entirely. Aaaninja gazed perplexedly at this future path, unable to fathom the sequence that could trigger such complete and final ruin.

Yet, after brief reflection, he chose to move past it. They hadn't even conquered the Divinora Galaxy, much less the broader Universe or Multiverse. In ordinary circumstances, the notion of a Multiverse might have stunned him, but following the insights gained during his effort to rescue Lucian, it held no shock. Though that wisdom had been stripped from his consciousness, faint remnants persisted, shadowy hints echoing in his thoughts.

Aaaninja advanced a pace, and in that instant, he sensed the flow of time. It felt like years had piled on, as if some life force had drained away. Yet Aaaninja remained unbothered, aware this wasn't his true form. Thus, he continued onward. With each step, age deepened its mark. His eternally white hair now spoke of senescence, not birthright. His azure hue wrinkled and loosened, his stance faltered, his frame akin to a brittle shell nearing collapse.

Even so, the temporal essences encircling him stayed constant. The tranquility in his gaze endured unchanged, his poise unshaken. He proceeded with the familiar rhythm and determination, steadfast and unyielding.

Soon enough, he arrived at yet another divide. Pausing not, doubting not, he entered it bearing his weathered physique. But upon breaching this threshold, his sight filled with a colossal orb amid the boundless pale expanse. Aaaninja lifted his gaze deliberately, his Eyes Of Genesis aligning with the celestial watcher, their stares connecting through the vastness of being.

The orb overhead altered its form. Its pattern evolved, its hue shifted, mirroring precisely the style and shade of Aaaninja’s Eyes Of Genesis, as if in recognition, as if granting him parity, importance, destiny.

In that instant, Aaaninja sank to his knees. His vigor evaporated at once, his elderly frame quivering as if its role had concluded. Then he pitched forward entirely, slumping still as if struck down by some mysterious, beyond-grasp affliction.

Back in the external realm, amid the poised vigil of the others, Aaaninja stirred at last. His azure lashes parted gradually, softly, unveiling anew his iridescent, timepiece-patterned, captivating eyes, orbs imbued with the quiet command of chronology itself.