MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 982: Personification
After the battle with the Demon King’s clone, ??? did not grant Lucian Darkheart and Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos any specific skill or ability in particular, nor did he offer them something visibly structured or immediately comprehensible. Instead, he simply bestowed upon them one of the skills they had secretly wished they possessed, a desire buried deep within their hearts and ambitions.
Even ??? himself did not know what that skill was, as he had consciously and deliberately prevented himself from knowing. After all, there is nothing that can truly be entertaining if you already know how it begins, how it unfolds, how it escalates, and how it inevitably ends, for mystery is the marrow of amusement.
Lucian Darkheart and Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos stared at each other in absolute silence, Aaaninja with a calm and utterly expressionless gaze that betrayed neither anxiety nor excitement, Lucian with a wide and almost feral grin stretching across his face. Aaaninja had never expected Lucian to push him this far, to corner him to such an extreme degree.
Yes, he knew Lucian was strong and had grown significantly stronger since three years ago when they had last truly clashed. But he could never have expected that something he had been preserving, something he had been saving specifically for Anthony, would have to be unveiled now in this decisive confrontation.
And with that unspoken acknowledgment, they both activated their skills, Aaaninja’s speed seeming to transcend its prior limits as he spoke with composed ease;
River Of Time Personification
His body rose slowly and steadily into the air, as though gravity itself had relinquished its hold over him, the time particles around him trembling with ridiculous force and immeasurable might like never before; if before they had danced around Aaaninja as though he were their father and guardian, now they did not dare to move joyfully in his presence, as though he had ascended beyond fatherhood and had become their absolute creator and sovereign origin.
Space quaked violently, then shattered upon itself in cascading fractures, disintegrating completely under the sheer and unbearable force at which the time particles were vibrating and colliding. The land shook with catastrophic intensity, tremors tearing through earth and air with apocalyptic force.
The entire separate plane, which Klaus had reinforced earlier with his power that should have exceeded the destructive capability anyone present here was currently capable of unleashing, was actually being annihilated in real time, its reinforced structure collapsing like fragile glass before a tidal force.
Aaaninja’s body began to change in a manner that defied mortal perception, his physical form seeming to dissipate into time particles themselves as his body transformed into a flowing, radiant, miniature version of the ever-flowing River Of Time. Within this transcendent state, Aaaninja was now connected to all Universes and parallel Universes in existence; he could see through all timelines, read through all possibilities, learn through all variations of cause and consequence.
As he had turned into the River Of Time’s personification, he had become all-powerful and all-knowing within the jurisdiction of temporal dominion, a state approaching omniscience and omnipotence through chronology itself.
Aaaninja did not hesitate nor waver; with a single sovereign thought, he moved to alter the entire reality of the Galaxy itself, the modification he was imposing deceptively simple yet impossibly profound: everything would remain precisely as it was, history intact, structure intact, existence intact, but for this battle, no matter what Lucian Darkheart did, no matter what reality-warping abilities he invoked or how deeply he tampered with causality, this battle shall end in Lucian Darkheart’s loss, an outcome engraved into the spine of existence itself.
Aaaninja had made this a Canon Event, one that even anomalies, paradoxes, distortions, or irregularities should not have been able to break, bypass, or subvert under any conceivable circumstance.
And with that singular imposition, the entire separate plane exploded outward like an overfilled balloon, an overwhelming and all-consuming Temporal energy tearing outward in concentric waves, encroaching upon suns, stars, moons, space, void, everything within the Acarnis Galaxy being forcefully encompassed; anything that possessed a power level lower than the Galaxy level was suppressed and overwritten as Aaaninja rewrote reality in real time to cement an Unchanging Perfect Canon Event, and to attempt to alter it would require nothing less than the destruction of the Universe itself.
Lucian Darkheart felt himself being swallowed by the encroaching time particles, he could feel reality warping and restructuring around him with surgical inevitability, he could feel a change even he, who possessed perfect and absolute control over his body, could not destroy, repel, or override, he could feel it seeping into the marrow of his soul. Yet he could neither grasp the mechanism nor halt its advance.
But the smile on Lucian’s face never faded; instead, his grin widened with dangerous amusement. He had expected an overpowered ability, but this? This surpassed conventional absurdity. Aaaninja no longer possessed a True Body one could strike or target, as he was now the River Of Time itself; he was everywhere and nowhere simultaneously, omnipresent yet intangible, diffuse yet dominant.
"HAHHAAHHA! I never expected less from you, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos," Lucian shouted as he laughed like a maniac intoxicated by battle-high exhilaration. Although he could feel his entire existence being rewritten line by line, he did not panic, nor did he flinch.
His gaze rose toward the overwhelming and endless void of the Galaxy, he could sense Aaaninja’s presence everywhere, woven into the fabric of chronology itself, he could feel the Universe being forcefully linked to him through invisible chains of temporal force.
"My turn," Lucian stated with finality, his entire demeanor shifting as the air around him began to tremble in absolute madness, as though existence anticipated blasphemy.
Fourth Wall Breaking: LORDTEE’s Personification
As those words left Lucian’s lips, an overwhelming pin-drop silence tore through the entire Acarnis Galaxy, the silence deafening, maddening, corrupting even the fundamental vibrations of reality.
Then in the very next moment, that silence shattered completely as from nonexistence emerged existence itself, an overwhelming energy tearing down from above, an above no one could sense, define, or conceptualize, the energy collapsing upon Lucian Darkheart like a transcendent pillar of light descending from a dimension beyond comprehension.
Then in the next suspended instant, that energy vanished entirely, revealing Lucian’s body; nothing had changed externally, his hair remained black, his eyes remained black, his clothes were unchanged, but his presence... his aura... his demeanor... his composure... they now screamed TRUE OMNIPOTENCE with suffocating authority, as though he had stepped beyond the boundaries of narrative and causality.
He raised a single hand and willed it, and in the next moment planets shattered into astra debris, suns collapsed inward upon themselves, stars fractured into luminous fragments, moons groaned and split, space imploded violently, void seeped into the uppermost layers of existence like a creeping abyss.
Then in the following instant, they all transformed into countless threads of varying colors, each thread burning with an energy nobody had ever witnessed, vibrating with frequencies that mocked comprehension.
But not only the astra bodies such as stars and suns were affected; even Laws were forcefully reduced into threads, Origin unraveled into threads, Existence into threads, Reality into threads, Conception into threads, Actualisation into threads, Infinity into threads, Source into threads, Genesis into threads, Primordial into threads, nothing was spared from this unraveling at the most fundamental stratum.
They were all reduced into threads, each brimming with immeasurable power and dazzling in every conceivable color within the full spectrum of colour that existence could possibly manifest or imagine.
Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos was reshaping the Galaxy with the sovereignty of time itself, but Lucian Darkheart was unraveling it to its most primitive weave, dismantling it to its foundational strands, as he had touched a power deeper than Concepts and Authority, a power that did not merely command reality but stood outside it entirely, observing it, dissecting it, and rewriting it as though the entirety of creation were nothing more than fragile fabric between his fingers.
