MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 924: Unprecedented

Aura Nova’s upper torso drifted aimlessly through the galaxy's outer fringes—or rather, what was left of it. Only the section from her chest to her head remained whole; the rest of her form had been utterly annihilated by Kingsley’s devastating strike.

That she drew breath at all was a testament to the ridiculous vitality and essence resilience found in beings of their stature. Unless the brain or heart were obliterated, or death was dealt through some absolute method, regeneration remained possible regardless of how horrific the injuries were.

Despite this, Aura Nova found herself struggling to process the situation.

The further this engagement progressed, the deeper her confusion grew. Her entire life had been defined by power; she was steeped in it, surrounded by it, and it had always obeyed her command. Now, however, she was locked in combat with an opponent who was not just her equal, but who appeared to transcend the very laws she had spent a lifetime mastering.

In this moment, the sudden shift in the tide and Kingsley's final two strikes made no sense to her. It was as if the man were pulling trump cards out of thin air, unveiling something fresh and incomprehensible with every clash. This confusion wasn't a lack of intellect or perception on her part. In truth, no one knew of Concepts. They were not a power that beings of their galactic tier were meant to touch, much less comprehend.

Being helpless against such a thing was only natural.

The Code Replication Command, a sub-ability of her Omniedit, had almost never failed her before. It had been her ultimate weapon throughout her life, granting her the power to instantly analyze, deconstruct, and mimic techniques with lethal accuracy. Yet, as the fight with Kingsley wore on, it became undeniable that she could not copy his martial arts. Such a failure was unprecedented.

Even without her replication ability, her innate, monstrous talent usually allowed her to master any technique at a glance and execute it perfectly on the first try. That talent had failed her here. Kingsley's martial arts felt fundamentally different, as if they were more than mere techniques—they were expressions of his very existence, crafted solely for him and bound to his unique body and essence.

They simply could not be replicated.

And far worse than that was the Concept.

Even her Omniedit ability, as broken and overpowered as it was, could not analyze it. It could not define, deconstruct, or even properly perceive the power. To understand or copy a Concept was a mere pipe dream. Despite all her strength, Aura Nova did not stand on the level required to manipulate or override such a force.

At the very least, not with the level of Omniedit she was currently utilizing.

When Kingsley had unleashed that final blow, she had been forced to trigger the Overwrite Cascade Command, a power she almost never touched. Throughout the entire battle, she hadn't used it once until that moment. Overwrite Cascade allowed her to rewrite the very layers of reality and existence; so long as her mana held out, she possessed dominion over the galaxy. She had used it to force a state of absolute protection around herself.

By any standard, it was a terrifyingly overpowered ability.

Yet even that had proven futile against Kingsley’s Concept of Destruction.

His Concept sliced through the Layers of Reality, Existence, Order, and Law as if they were flimsy illusions. It was destruction in its purest form—absolute, final, and unquestionable.

Only because she had activated Overwrite Cascade had she managed to save even this much of herself. While everything from her chest to her head remained, the rest had been erased beyond any hope of recovery.

’I’m nearly drained... only about ten percent mana remains,’ Aura Nova thought darkly.

The moment that realization hit, she acted instantly, funneling her remaining mana into her regeneration. She had no idea where Kingsley was or what had happened to the others. The sheer force of the shockwave had propelled her across an unimaginable distance. It didn't matter. She had to heal immediately, before Kingsley could reveal another unexpected trick.

Once whole, she needed to end this fight once and for all.

As her body began to piece itself back together, with mana weaving flesh and bone into being, she felt a sudden tug. Though she instinctively tried to fight it, she quickly realized resistance was useless. The force enveloped her entirely, disregarding her will.

In the blink of an eye, she was pulled back into the separate plane.

She was stunned for a brief moment. That plane should have been erased from existence. But the truth soon dawned on her: Klaus had simply manifested another one, reconstructing the battlefield so their clash could continue.

It was then that Aura Nova spotted Kingsley.

He was down on one knee, bracing himself with a hand against the ground. That final attack had clearly cost him. After all, he had obliterated an entire sector of the galaxy—a feat that was utterly insane, even by their standards. His unique form was beginning to fade; the golden glow on his skin shimmered and died like cooling embers. The massive, wheel-like golden halo behind him vanished completely.

Kingsley returned to his normal state.

He was just a man, standing slightly over six feet tall, with golden hair and eyes.

His stamina had been drained by the limits Aura Nova had forced him to reach, but Kingsley remained unbothered. This was the essence of battle: two entities pushing one another to the edge of ruin. Even as his strength waned, his monstrous physique was already replenishing it. Kingsley didn't need rest or healing to recover his stamina; his body was an anomaly that functioned far beyond biological laws.

"I didn't think you'd survive that," he muttered, rising to his feet.

His gaze remained locked on Aura Nova, who stood before him as her body continued to knit itself back together. Neither made a move to attack. They were trapped in a tactical stalemate—one recovering from injuries, the other recovering his stamina.

Aura Nova remained silent.

Under normal circumstances, she would have attacked without a second thought, crushing her foe with overwhelming power. She couldn't afford to be reckless now. She had burned almost all her mana just to survive Kingsley's last strike with Overwrite Cascade.

What she required now was a single, decisive blow—one final strike powered by the last ten percent of her reserves. If she missed her mark, she would be completely at the mercy of the monster before her.

A monster that wore the skin of a man.

Kingsley Sky.