MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 983: Cannon Event

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos sensed it unfolding right then, the authority he wielded across the Galaxy, across existence, across the Universe, across the Parallel Universes getting supplanted by an influence beyond the realm of time. His form endured as the embodiment of the River Of Time, granting him unchallenged rule over all temporal flows, yet a mightier presence had entered the fray, blocking the shifts and Unchanging Canon Event he was threading into the Galaxy's fundamental essence with precise certainty.

Lucian kept pushing forward without pause, his smirk locked solidly on his expression as a strength he was sure would elude him for countless years of cultivation now rushed through his bloodstream and danced on his tongue like sacred bliss.

In one mere notion, each strand—countless in the billions and trillions—rushed at him like animated holy snakes, twisting with abstract power, and then instantly, every strand smashed into the rest, intertwining to form an entity that started to solidify with careful intent.

Soon enough, the myriad strands in diverse hues flared with dazzling intensity, lighting up the ripped veil of the Galaxy, and right after, a tome appeared out of thin air as the strands faded away completely, having morphed into that one item of boundless importance.

The tome featured a sturdy and commanding exterior, its face emanating an unfathomable gravity, and etched across it in striking, defiant script was its name;

Across the front depicted a figure with cascading silver locks, intense azure gaze, an ideal visage carved as if by godly craft, and a defined chin that projected subtle command, requiring no more than a fleeting glance to identify it as Anthony's likeness stamped boldly on the surface.

With a fresh idea, the tome parted its pages by itself, sheets flipping swiftly beyond Chapter 1, the paper whispering and rustling clearly until it arrived at Chapter 983, marking the most recent entry in the tale. With another notion, fresh strands emerged from the void, braiding into the form of a quill, and without delay, Lucian started inscribing into the tome live with wild assurance.

As his words filled the pages, they shimmered with piercing bursts of radiant glow, the quill gliding smoothly over the spotless blank expanses as if directed by ultimate command. Though Lucian might have penned nearly anything, reshaping fates in ways past dreaming, he opted for straightforwardness, no call to overdo it wildly... even if his current actions were blatantly excessive in all possible ways.

When he added the last period to close the line, the tome shook fiercely, the emptiness around it wailing in a wordless cry for reprieve, then abruptly the tome erased itself from being, melting into oblivion, and then slipping away even from that as if it had never appeared at all.

As the tome faded, the immense strength Lucian had sensed flooding his frame drained away too, restoring him to the ordinary mortal he had started as. And precisely then, the Acarnis Galaxy quaked hard as the sequence Aaaninja had triggered started unraveling itself like time flowing in reverse out of rebellion. All the alterations he had imposed unraveled, temporal specks streaming rearward in compliant withdrawal, guided by an authority that appeared to tower over Time in every way.

Aaaninja experienced the fallout right away, his hold on the Universe and the Parallel Universes slipping away at alarming pace, shock overwhelming his mind. Prior to enforcing the Unchangeable Perfect Canon Event, he had probed endless Parallel Universes and branching worlds, and in none had he anticipated this result, but it played out before him all the same.

He clenched his jaw while trying to unleash extra might and chronal force, compelling the River Of Time to heed his command again, but it proved pointless, nothing heeded him now, neither the Galaxy, nor the temporal specks, nor the subtle traces of cause and effect. Moments later, a fresh surge of temporal specks swirled about him and his form started solidifying anew, he fought against the rebuilding, but it was hopeless once more.

In the instant that followed, his whole physique reassembled fully, his complete bodily presence materializing into solid form, his feet touching down on the desolate face of a lifeless moon. The second his figure turned visible and steady, Aaaninja wasted no time, instantly triggering his Eyes Of Genesis, urgency hidden under his steady gaze, he had no clue what Lucian had pulled off, but he knew without doubt that he couldn't allow defeat in this clash no matter what.

Yet even with the Eyes Of Genesis engaged, he detected absolutely nothing... though he sensed an ineffable presence. He felt his skull separate from his neck in a sudden, unheralded flash, the surroundings inverting in his sight as his detached head hit the moon's ground and tumbled over it like a discarded stone tossed by destiny, and with a solid impact, his headless corpse toppled onto the lunar terrain, kicking up swirls of ghostly moon dust into the hushed vacuum.

Even as he perished, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos failed to grasp what Lucian Darkheart had achieved. But one irrefutable fact he grasped: Lucian had grasped a force that surpassed the River Of Time entirely. And as awareness dimmed, he struggled to accept it fully.

The River Of Time ought to reign supreme over the Omniverse, over the Multiverse, over every imaginable tier of being, yet a strength lingered that outranked even that hallowed stream.

Lucian hovered with serene and fluid poise as he looked down at Aaaninja's motionless form, his smile holding firm on his features. This round, he was utterly convinced Aaaninja wasn't faking his end or plotting some secret riposte, having guaranteed the permanence of the result.

Indeed, the River Of Time held inconceivable potency, but entities like ??? and Romulus surpassed it in raw force and bottomless strength. But unseen by all, even by ??? and Romulus, one being claimed supremacy over every other in total rule; the AUTHOR.

Thus, while Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos had risen as the embodiment of the River Of Time, Lucian Darkheart had elevated to embody the Author in person, empowering him, Lucian Darkheart, to revise the ongoing Chapter straight by shattering the fourth wall and calling forth the exact tome that ruled their reality.

Lucian Darkheart simply drifted in sheer and heady rapture, intoxicated by the scale of his triumph and the boldness of his feat.

And so, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos succumbed to a foe he had bested three years earlier, a rival he once dismissed as a trivial threat.

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