MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 949: Huge Golden Eye

Anthony gazed steadily at the spectacle unfolding before him, his face serene with a touch of subtle reflection, since he was fully aware that the Universe was personally stepping in and acting on behalf of its cherished one. The events he observed didn't truly catch him off guard. After all, if the Universe had gone out of its way just to cover the costs of Kingsley's purchases in the Ramen Singularity Timeline that he couldn't pay for, then it was no surprise that it would get involved in something so vital and perilous as this, particularly when death had shown up at the doorstep.

Kingsley, hovering suspended in the sky, abruptly stirred, his frame jerking faintly as if awareness was being woven back into him, strand after strand. His eyelids lifted softly, gradually, in a somewhat idle fashion, his golden pupils lifting toward the heavens that cascaded mysterious power into him like sacred rays streaming down from above. Kingsley stayed quiet. He himself held no skills or items for bringing life back from the grave, and he had never set up anything to stand against death's finality.

He had perished, yet the Universe stepped in for him.

The golden power that had covered the whole isolated realm began to pull back and fade away bit by bit, melting away like fog under the dawn light. Yet in that fleeting instant, a massive golden gaze seemed to form right in the firmament, immense and endless, its essence beyond understanding. It appeared ghostly, present and absent at once, real and unreal in the same breath, like a riddle shaped into being. The pupil of that golden gaze promptly turned toward Aaaninja, dwelling on him for an instant that stretched far longer than it actually lasted.

Aaaninja remained still. He just looked back steadily, his face unaltered and his stance firm, without any real fear. In the end, if that enormous golden gaze chose to strike, what option did he have but to flee into the River Of Time? Still, even with that idea crossing his mind, he sensed no force, no burden, no hostile aura whatsoever from the vast eye overhead. It felt much like any everyday glance directed his way, distant and neutral.

And naturally, the Universe wasn't issuing any threat. It was far too mighty to bother with such basic tactics. Even if the Universe desired to act against Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos, it couldn't. Behind this Time Celestial loomed the River Of Time, a force surpassing the Universe and even the Multiverse, an unending current that rose above every rule and framework.

At that, the enormous golden gaze in the heavens disappeared entirely, as if it had never been there to start with. Reality clicked back into order. The sky cleared up, the protective shields around the isolated realm swiftly reformed as the Universe effortlessly turned back time, mending all damage and returning things to how they were before its coming, like a minor error fixed without much thought.

A heavy quiet swept across the isolated realm for quite some time. If anyone had ever seen Kingsley as nothing more than an ordinary fellow without real support, just Anthony's companion coming along for the ride, that notion was wiped clean from their heads right away, broken irreparably. The rank they assigned to Kingsley in their minds shot up sharply, reaching levels they hadn't imagined before.

In the next instant, Klaus's voice shattered the hush. "Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos wins," he announced. Though he had claimed victory, the extraordinary event that just transpired utterly eclipsed his success, reducing what was meant to be a clear-cut win to a small detail next to the Universe's direct involvement.

Aaaninja paused in silence briefly, his Eyes Of Genesis fixing on Kingsley for a short while as though probing for something profound, something concealed just below the obvious. Then he gave a slight shake of his head and faded from his spot, gliding through the flow of Time and rematerializing in his chair as if he'd stayed put all along, as if the clash had never taken place.

Kingsley lingered quietly for a beat. He hadn't received any wondrous or exceptional boon; it was merely a direct revival, plain and simple. Right then, his thoughts looped through his fight with Aaaninja over and over. The Universe had replayed his defeat at Aaaninja's hands inside his head, making him face each weakness and each error with harsh precision.

'Sigh... I wonder where Anthony found these overpowered friends of his,' he thought to himself with soft defeat. 'I guess birds of a feather flock together.' With that in mind, he dissolved like a breeze, scattering into empty air before showing up again in his chair. But the second he settled in, all eyes turned his way, examining him like some otherworldly being, like they aimed to strip away layers and reveal what hid deep inside, to unravel the enigma at his core.

Yet Kingsley showed no response. If nobody questioned him, then there was nothing to share, after all.

'Is this guy bribing that greedy author with gifts?' Lucian pondered as he glanced discreetly at Kingsley, his look keen but relaxed. He was already aware that Kingsley was a figure shaped by the so-called Author.

'Hmmm...' he delved further into his musings. 'I wonder what he gained from the Enlightenment,' Lucian reflected silently, having confused the occurrence with Enlightenment. But he felt no worry or unease about possibly falling to Kingsley out of nowhere. If Aaaninja could prevail, then he could too. Power acknowledged power.

Romulus observed the whole scene without a word. 'So many anomalies in one Galaxy, all clustered in a single spot,' he considered with light interest. Usually, a Galaxy held just one anomaly, if that. But here, he could spot around five of them lounging around and clashing just for fun.

Did Romulus give it any mind? Not at all. He towered over the Galaxy, the Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse, and more. To him, they were just amusing specks scurrying on the earth, and nothing beyond that. With that, he turned his attention ahead, awaiting the following bout with cool entertainment.

"It seems your son would be in trouble if he runs into that Kingsley guy," Zachary remarked, his comment aimed at Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart, his voice easy but tinged with slight intrigue.

Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart remained utterly still and wordless. They had no need to talk. Their son's strength and blade would resolve every uncertainty and every query without relying on hollow words.

'Let’s continue, shall we?' Klaus inquired with a grin, his tone breezy yet authoritative. At that, all attention shifted to the display. The figures on the display spun quickly, cycling through numerals like a wheel of destiny picking outcomes. Then abruptly, it halted, showing two figures.

Three Vs Four

Lucian Darkheart Versus Aura Nova.

The instant their numbers showed up, they locked eyes, dark orbs clashing with bright azure ones, neither yielding an inch. In silence, they blinked out from their spots, trailing faint echoes as they materialized beneath the fighting ground.

Klaus, wasting no time after the last fight had ended so swiftly, stated firmly and without pause, "Begin."