MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 954: Conversation
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
Inside a crumbling structure, Aura Nova emerged with steady strides, the edifice appearing ready to tumble down at any instant yet holding firm as long as she lingered inside. Her aura remained serene, her movements deliberate and unhurried, and despite being tossed about twice in the skirmish, every hair stayed perfectly in place, as if her form naturally restored itself to impeccable perfection wherever imperfection dared to appear.
Lucian lounged atop a towering skyscraper, his face bearing a laid-back look while he observed her nearing, and right as she exited, the structure surrendered at last, crumbling completely with concrete and metal plummeting in a swirling dust haze, as she effortlessly jumped and touched down on the exposed roof of a facing building where Lucian perched, her landing soft and masterful like gravity handled her with care.
"You’re back," Lucian drawled with the air of someone who’d endured countless trials, "this is exactly why I warned you to skip the close-range brawl and just activate your Omniedit power right away... sigh, if only you’d heeded me," he added, gazing at Aura Nova with a playful grin, his voice carrying a mix of jest and mild scolding.
Even though Aura Nova held the edge in overall might, and her Omniedit power was undeniably overpowered and nearly unjust, Lucian believed his edge in real battle savvy put him ahead. He’d faced more near-death struggles than he could bother recalling, after all. His Absolute Copy power had hurled him across planets since his early youth, plunging him into wars, catastrophes, and skirmishes unknown to most.
In his view, he’d lived through far more than Aura Nova ever had, and that vast chasm in hard-earned fights mattered to him more than sheer power.
Aura Nova just offered Lucian a smile in response to his remarks, staying silent. She wasn’t the type to sulk or fume over a setback. Instead, she chalked up the defeat to neglecting her Sword Intent practice, figuring she’d have triumphed without that slip. Yet she voiced none of it, refusing to offer justifications, choosing to own the loss and press forward without fuss.
"I could test my sword skills, but they’d probably prove pointless," she pondered inwardly. While she trusted the immense potency of her sword arts, she realized Lucian, with his formidable strength, must wield a matching katana style, and boosted by his Sword Intent, the result was clear.
"Sigh... you’re right about that, but why should I just accept your advice outright?" she inquired, standing poised with a serene face, her azure eyes locking onto Lucian’s in steady poise, showing no aggression or yielding.
"This character of hers must stem from a big-spending reader, the kind the author crafts specially. I wonder if Aaaninja still holds the top spot on the fandom leaderboard, and where I rank now with this new lavish reader in play," he reflected silently, aware of the author’s tendency to pamper those who showered him with gifts...
Unless that avaricious author had undergone some miracle shift, which Lucian doubted, he figured the fellow would cling to his greed until the dire illness that haunted him pre-writing career claimed his life. That man would likely hoard right up to the end.
"So, planning to resist and unleash your sword arts on me?" he questioned Aura Nova, shoving aside thoughts of the avaricious author to focus back on the here and now.
He’d witnessed Aura Nova deploy her moves against Kingsley, and though they shone with undeniable might and grace, they paled against his Nothingness Technique, which dissolved opposition instead of meeting it head-on.
"She just needs to venture across the stars and expand her worldview, then she’ll undergo a wild evolution and surge to insane levels beyond her current self," Lucian contemplated, eyeing Aura Nova with a contemplative stare.
Aura Nova had passed most of her days confined to her homeworld, shielded by Rain, the planet’s mightiest guardian, her progress reliable yet confined by one realm’s limits.
"Can’t wait to witness her true metamorphosis and whatever the author cooks up next," Lucian’s meta musings persisted, blending amusement with intrigue.
"No point, I know I’d fall short there... at least for the moment, so I won’t squander my strength," Aura Nova answered, openly admitting she’d be defeated in any further pointless armament duel.
Lucian grinned as he responded, "You’re not quite as bullheaded as you seem," he chuckled softly while rising to his feet, rolling his shoulders like the bout had only just begun to stir him.
Aura Nova raised an eyebrow and shot back, "And what gives you the idea I’m bullheaded?" she pressed, truly puzzled by the notion.
"Well... you went against my counsel and took on Anthony anyway, but that’s beside the point now. You’ll see for yourself soon enough, in a few hours," Lucian pondered aloud, his words laced with peculiar foresight.
"You claim that, yet you jumped into a match with him yourself," Aura Nova countered, highlighting his obvious hypocrisy.
Lucian’s mouth quirked as if he itched to yell that her sly prompting had dragged him into challenging Anthony, but he bit it back, realizing it’d only paint him as immature.
With that, Aura Nova and Lucian transformed the recent warzone into an ordinary chat spot, bantering easily as if their earlier lethal duel with murderous vibes had never happened mere minutes before, their tones even, their stances at ease, the strain vanished like a forgotten dream.
The onlookers stood baffled too, having just viewed a fierce showdown brimming with ruinous might and deadly accuracy, only to now eavesdrop on what resembled a lighthearted TV banter rather than the close of a perilous confrontation.