MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 995: Memories-2

The scene seemed to change again, as this time Aaaninja had turned seven years old, and he had begun his training. His childish side seemed to vanish ever so slowly as he became aware of his lineage and how powerful his family truly was, and with that awareness came a quiet maturity far beyond his physical years.

Seven-year-old Aaaninja could be seen sleeping in his room, a room even Kings and Emperors wouldn’t be able to afford, but unknown to him, a shadow crept into the room from the darkness. The shadow shifted into a humanoid shape, a dagger in hand as they immediately stabbed toward the young Aaaninja, who slept peacefully, completely unaware of the imminent danger threatening his fragile mortal vessel.

But before the dagger could connect, the being froze in place, restrained by a power greater than anything they had ever encountered, a power so absolute that resistance itself was meaningless. At the side, within Aaaninja’s room, Nyxss and Zachary sat with calm eyes and indifferent gazes, as though they had always been waiting for this exact moment, their expressions devoid of fear, anger, or surprise.

And indeed, they had always been waiting. The assassination of children belonging to powerhouses wasn’t something new within the Galaxy, let alone within the Celestial Solar System. It was an unspoken truth that power invited hostility, and existence itself became a battlefield the moment one was born with overwhelming potential.

But unlike many people, Zachary and Nyxss didn’t make the mistake of merely sending out guards to look after their son. They understood the absolute certainty of danger, and so they looked after him themselves, remaining within his room whenever he slept, personally ensuring his safety with calm vigilance.

With a mere thought from Zachary, the assassin exploded into a shower of blood, gore, and organs right in front of the sleeping Aaaninja. Flesh tore apart without resistance, bones shattered into fragments, and existence itself rejected the intruder’s presence.

But little Aaaninja noticed none of this as he slept without a care in the world, his breathing calm and steady, as Zachary and Nyxss had ensured that he heard not a single sound or disturbance, preserving his peaceful slumber with absolute control.

Time blurred, years flew by and more assassins came. They emerged from shadows, from space itself, from dimensions unseen and unknown. And they were all wiped out with the same method, all meeting the same inevitable fate, their existence erased before they could accomplish their mission. None succeeded, none survived, none even came close.

Aaaninja awakened eventually, his talent shining brighter than everything within the history of the Celestial Solar System. His growth defied logic, his comprehension defied reason, and his existence itself defied limitation. Within his generation, he never lost a spar, he never lost a battle, every confrontation ending in flawless victory, every opponent falling before him without exception or resistance, his supremacy absolute and unquestioned.

He later began to handle the assassins by himself. Before they even came, he would already know of their presence, as he had awakened his Eyes Of Genesis, granting him perception beyond conventional space and time, allowing him to observe inevitabilities before they manifested into reality.

Aaaninja couldn’t help but smile at these memories as he watched them unfold before him. These memories shaped him, refined him, and forged him into the being he was today. Without these memories, he wouldn’t be Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos. Without the trials, without the danger, without the inevitability of conflict, he would have been someone else entirely, someone lesser, someone incomplete.

With a faint smile lingering on his lips, he took a step as he started to walk forward once more. But as he walked, the memories continued to play around him, surrounding him, moving alongside him as though bound to his existence. He watched silently as he walked, observing his past with calm acceptance. After an unknown amount of time, he came to a stop before yet another barrier that was formed entirely from time itself, its surface shimmering with incomprehensible temporal authority.

’I wonder what I will see behind this barrier,’ Aaaninja mused to himself, his thoughts calm and unhurried. Then, without hesitation, without fear or doubt, he stepped through the barrier. The scene rippled before his eyes like disturbed water, and then it changed. Gone were the memories of his early life. What met him now seemed to be... branches of the ever-occurring future.

They flowered endlessly, stretching outward infinitely, each branch representing a possibility, a path, a destiny not yet realized. They showed Aaaninja where his path could lead, where his path could end, where his path could shatter, where his path could be halted, where his path could be lost entirely to forces beyond comprehension.

A branch of the ever-evolving future showed him married to Altheria. They had two small Aaaninjas running around, twins, their laughter echoing with innocence and joy, their existence filled with warmth and belonging.

Another branch showed how he died at the hands of an enemy who had taken notice of him after he had touched something he wasn’t supposed to touch, something forbidden, something beyond his authority. Intrigued by his eyes, body, and soul, the being devoured Aaaninja where he stood, as he was simply too powerless before that existence. The difference in power between them seemed no different from the difference between a Galaxy and a Universe, an insurmountable and absolute disparity.

Another branch of the future showed him defeating Anthony after a battle that spanned days, their clash shaking existence itself. He had barely won, his body broken and exhausted, standing at the very edge of annihilation, and at the side, Lucian simply watched in absolute shock, unable to comprehend what he had witnessed.

Another branch showed the destruction of everything. The Galaxy, the Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse, all collapsing into nothingness, erased completely. Aaaninja could only stare in confusion at this particular branch of the future, as he couldn’t imagine what chain of events could possibly lead to such total and irreversible destruction.

But after a moment of thought, he decided not to dwell on it. They hadn’t even dealt with the Divinora Galaxy, let alone the Universe and Multiverse. Normally, he would have been surprised at the idea of a Multiverse, but after the knowledge he had once received while trying to save Lucian, he wasn’t surprised. Although he had lost all that knowledge, it had been erased from his mind, he still retained vague impressions, fragments of understanding that lingered like echoes.

Aaaninja took a step, but the moment he did, he finally felt time. He felt as though he had aged, as though a portion of his vitality had been sapped from him. But Aaaninja didn’t mind, he knew this wasn’t his physical body. So he walked. And the more he walked, the older he became. His hair, which had always been white, now appeared white from old age rather than origin. His blue skin became wrinkled and saggy, his posture weakened, his body resembling nothing more than a fragile vessel approaching its inevitable end.

But despite that, the time particles around him remained the same. The calmness in his eyes never changed, his composure never faltered. He simply walked with the same step and gait he had always possessed, unwavering and resolute.

Before long, he reached another barrier. And without stopping, without hesitation, he stepped into it with his aged body. But the moment he crossed this barrier, all he saw was a huge eye in the ever-expanding white sky. Aaaninja raised his head slowly, his Eyes Of Genesis meeting the eye in the sky, their gazes locking across existence itself.

The eye in the sky began to change. Its design shifted, its color transformed, and it began to mirror the exact design and color of Aaaninja’s Eyes Of Genesis, as though recognizing him, as though acknowledging him as something equal, something significant, something inevitable.

As that happened, Aaaninja fell to his knees. His strength vanished instantly, his aged body trembling as though its purpose had been fulfilled. Then he dropped forward completely, collapsing motionlessly as though he had died from an unknown and incomprehensible cause.

In the outer world, where everyone waited in calm anticipation, Aaaninja finally moved. His blue eyelashes fluttered open slowly, gently, as he graced the world once more with his rainbow-colored, clock-like, mesmerizing eyes, eyes that carried the silent authority of time itself.