MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1127: Saintess Of Reality

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mitchelle decided to join the ongoing display of power. It was time for her to showcase her own unique capabilities.

"Since everyone is flaunting their strengths, it appears I must demonstrate why I stand leagues above you all," she declared with a playful grin, the banter filled with familial warmth. "While Michael and my father-in-law awakened a Bloodline or a Physique, my boon is an ability known as Elemental Source: Genesis Core," she revealed, a confident smile gracing her lips. "Its essence is quite straightforward: I no longer merely command elements, but rather, I orchestrate their very creation and interplay," she smirked, pausing to let the profound implications of her awakened power sink in.

"This means I can meld two elements to forge entirely new ones. Take, for instance, combining Void and Water to concoct Void Water. Furthermore, I possess absolute dominion over all elemental equilibrium, and I can instantly nullify an opponent's elemental techniques. Consequently, all spells, whether ancient or forbidden, become utterly impotent before me, as if they were never invoked."

A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers as they stared at her, a mix of awe and disbelief dawning on their faces. The ability to conjure new elements at will, only to collapse them into nothingness in the next instant, positioned her as both creator and destroyer. It was an ability that defied all reason and broke the boundaries of the imaginable.

"And that's not all," Mitchelle continued, as if the power to create elements wasn't extravagant enough. "I can now sway the very threads of Destiny and Fate to my command, albeit to a certain extent. This allows me to determine not only who is born with talent but also to cripple those already blessed, to decide if a dying soul sees another dawn, or if one destined for greatness is instead cast into ruin."

"At this very moment, I can perceive our intertwined threads of Destiny and Fate, and exert a minor influence over them," she stated, her gaze falling upon Irene, Collins, and Michael. Her eyes shimmered with a faint luminescence, suggesting she perceived a reality beyond the visible. Her attention then shifted to Anthony. "However, I cannot discern Anthony's threads," she admitted, a slight furrow in her brow betraying her confusion. "Perhaps it is due to the disparity in our strength," she mused aloud, her speculation offering a possible explanation. "You never cease to amaze me, Anthony," she sighed, shaking her head slowly, still grappling with his inscrutable nature.

The others, though acknowledging her unprecedented power over Destiny and Fate, chose to overlook her inability to perceive Anthony's threads. Her claim to manipulate destiny, even to a 'minor degree,' ignited a barrage of questions. How minor was this influence? What cascading effects could even the slightest alteration in the fabric of reality unleash? The potential for unforeseen consequences, stemming from the smallest deviation, was staggering.

Anthony offered a subtle shake of his head. He understood perfectly why Mitchelle's sight failed to penetrate his destiny. He was, quite simply, an anomaly, an entity existing beyond the natural order. Fate and Destiny held no sway over him; they possessed no authority, no dominion. His existence transcended their reach.

"Ah, you and Father seem to be the quintessential couple," Anthony couldn't help but comment, a gentle smile gracing his features. "He can sever Destiny, and you can manipulate it. If this isn't the very definition of a power couple, then I truly don't know what is," he sighed, his tone a blend of amusement and genuine admiration.

"Much like Michael relinquished his sword, I too have parted ways with my soul-bound codex, as it is no longer necessary," Mitchelle added, her voice regaining its customary composure. "My ability also bestows a ninety percent reduction in mana cost, enabling me to sustain spells that would otherwise deplete others entirely. Furthermore, the star adorning my forehead," she indicated it with a light touch, "grants me the capacity to store an infinite reservoir of mana, effectively eradicating any limitations imposed by mana exhaustion."

Mitchelle Crimson was, undeniably, overpowered in every conceivable aspect. Her current state elevated her far beyond the conventional definition of a mage.

A chorus of silent envy filled the air as heads shook in disbelief. The mana-related boons alone were game-breaking, let alone when combined with her other extraordinary abilities.

All eyes gradually shifted toward Irene, who had remained largely silent until this point. Given that her innate ability primarily involved healing, the others were curious about the extent of any potential upgrade she might have received, especially when contrasted with the overwhelming powers the others had just revealed.

With all eyes now upon her, Irene offered a gentle, unassuming smile. She didn't boast like the others, instead speaking with a quiet modesty, as if her revelation held no particular significance.

"Though I may not possess something as overwhelmingly powerful as the rest of you, I have acquired something quite valuable," she began, her voice soft yet distinctly audible. Collins, her husband, listened with rapt attention, his gaze fixed solely on her.

"I've awakened a Physique known as the Gaia Vessel. Its function is straightforward: within a defined kilometer radius, any individual who is injured or on the brink of death is instantly restored to their prime condition. This is a passive effect, requiring no mana or any other resource to activate," she elaborated. "Furthermore, on a battlefield, any enemies within that same range will passively lose their vitality, as my Physique siphons it and redirects it to me."

Astonished gazes turned towards Irene, her serene demeanor a stark contrast to the formidable implications of her abilities, making her appear almost like a life-devouring entity.

"Not only that," Irene continued in her calm, almost innocent tone, as if describing something entirely mundane, "I possess an ability called Reversion. This allows me to undo injuries before they even occur, effectively nullifying damage altogether. I can even reverse environmental destruction as if I were rewinding time itself. Moreover, I can revert beings to a previous state, be it their infancy, adolescence, or any point in their past, and their power levels will revert accordingly."

Before anyone could fully process her words, Irene added, "And finally, even if someone experiences True Death, I can now resurrect them, depending on the circumstances, although naturally, certain conditions must be met." She spoke of resurrection as if it were merely another readily available tool.

Irene then directed her attention to the devastation Michael had recently wrought. Her expression remained unchanged as she gently raised a hand. Mana flowed smoothly from her palm as she activated her Reversion ability. Instantly, everything reversed; the damage vanished completely, space and time stabilized seamlessly. The massive chasm that had torn across the verdant plain sealed itself shut as though it had never been, and the shattered remnants of a nearby tree reformed perfectly, reverting to its original, flawless state.

Everyone could only stare in profound awe. Her ability had transcended the very definition of healing. She no longer merely mended individuals; the World itself, Constellations, Solar Systems, Galaxies, and even entire Universes now seemed to fall within her sphere of influence. At this moment, Irene Crimson could quite literally mend reality itself.

She was truly the Saintess of the World... or perhaps, now... the Saintess of Reality, for it appeared that reality itself had not only acknowledged her but had fully embraced her existence without reservation.

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