MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1023: Vita Energy

Stunned and reeling, the nineteen remaining Angels stared on, struggling to process the lethal efficiency Irene had just displayed. The demise of their comrade remained incomprehensible; they simply could not fathom how she had achieved it.

This feat was performed through a unique, self-developed battle technique.

Known as the premier healer among many races, Crimson Irene possessed an unrivaled understanding of mortal anatomy. She believed that reaching the pinnacle of healing was impossible without a profound, intimate grasp of the biological functions she was working to restore.

The emerald aura dancing upon her fingertips during that fateful strike was her inherent class-based healing power. Rejecting the dull and generic 'Vitality Energy,' she had dubbed it Vita Energy instead.

This Vita Energy allowed her to perform feats of recovery that defied the wildest dreams of any genius. Yet, consistent with her level of power, that same touch could be reversed to effortlessly dismantle the very body she was meant to mend.

Such a reality was exactly why Supreme Monarchs were so hesitant to engage one another; they respected this terrifying truth. It was a capability shared by any elite-tier healer, not just Crimson Irene.

Ultimately, no top-tier Mana Ranker would willingly submit their physical form to a healer. The prospect of betrayal—a secret toxin or a hidden injury planted within their biology—was a risk far too great to ignore.

However, the Supreme Monarchs realized they were left with little choice. Their reserves of healing potions and resources were finite. To hoard them out of paranoia would be catastrophic; should a permanent injury occur in the absence of a master healer like Crimson Irene, their combat prowess would wither and their mana rank would inevitably suffer.

The most chilling aspect of Irene's Vita Energy was her mastery in bypassing traditional defenses. Despite the fallen Angel shielding himself with layers of Faith Energy, Irene’s Vita Energy had pierced his protection with absolute ease.

As she prepared to maneuver, a sudden malaise gripped her, draining her velocity until she felt as sluggish as a commoner. She instantly recognized the signature of a debuff spell. A split second later, a massive hammer manifested from her flank, cleaving through the cosmic barrier as it aimed directly for her diaphragm.

Irene bit her lip, her focus razor-sharp. Her teleportation skill remained on a three-second cooldown, with only two seconds having elapsed since its last use. Without wasting a single microsecond, she funneled every scrap of her mana into a desperate defensive barrier.

The warhammer, surging with raw Faith Energy, slammed into her with a kinetic force that mimicked the sound of a war drum exploding. The impact reverberated through the void, bone-shattering and thunderous.

Irene’s mana shield collapsed instantly, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure. The hammer crushed into her ribs, the sickening resonance of pulverized bone and shredded flesh echoing like a grim melody. The resulting inertia sent her spiraling backward with violent momentum.

Her mind surged with agony—a pain that transcended the physical and bit into her very essence. The Faith Energy embedded in the weapon ravaged her fundamental existence. Her trajectory carried her headlong into a distant planet; the collision was so immense that the world imploded upon impact as she burst through it.

Her battered form then hurtled directly into a nearby star, causing it to crack under the strain of her crash. She felt every fiber of her being screaming in protest, a cry rising to her throat, but she bit down hard, stifling the sound. She was unaccustomed to such suffering, yet she refused to yield to the overwhelming tide of pain.

Her inherent regeneration triggered immediately, knitting together her mangled flesh. She channeled her Vita Energy to mend her damaged essence, rapidly erasing the trauma inflicted upon her.

However, she knew more trauma was imminent. Lacking the battle-hardened resilience of a warrior, she risked losing consciousness from the feedback of the pain alone if she did not act.

She made a tactical decision. Her Vita Energy surged inward, flooding her brain. She forcefully neutralized the parietal lobe, the seat of pain localization; the insula, which managed emotional distress; and the thalamus, the primary relay for sensory suffering.

With those neural pathways severed, the immediate threat to her composure was neutralized.

This did not mean she was oblivious to her status. Her Vita Energy acted as a sensory extension, detecting every injury, internal or external, the moment it occurred. Knowledge of her wounds would no longer require the interference of agony.

Before she could recover from the flaming core of the star, another Angel moved. Planted beside a nearby sun, she delivered a strike with her armored foot of such monumental force that the celestial body was wrenched from its gravitational moorings. The sun hurtled through the void toward Irene, behaving like a ball kicked across a field, moving with terrifying, effortless momentum.