MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 995: Memories-2

The view shifted once more, revealing Aaaninja now at the age of seven, embarking on his initial training. Gradually, his playful innocence faded away as awareness of his heritage dawned on him, along with the true might of his clan, ushering in a subtle wisdom that outstripped his young frame by leaps and bounds.

Within his lavish chamber, one that even monarchs and rulers could scarcely claim, the seven-year-old Aaaninja rested in slumber. Unseen by him, a dark figure slithered in from the gloom. It morphed into a person-like form, clutching a blade, and thrust it swiftly at the innocent boy, who slumbered soundly, utterly oblivious to the deadly threat looming over his delicate form.

Yet the blade never struck, as the intruder halted abruptly, bound by a force beyond anything it had faced, an authority so total that any struggle proved futile. Nearby in Aaaninja’s quarters, Nyxss and Zachary observed with steady eyes and detached stares, as if they had anticipated this precise instant all along, their faces showing no trace of alarm, fury, or astonishment.

And truly, they had prepared for it endlessly. Attempts on the lives of heirs from mighty lineages were commonplace across the Galaxy, especially in the Celestial Solar System. It stood as an unwritten rule that strength drew enmity, turning life into a warzone from the very moment one entered the world with boundless promise.

However, unlike so many others, Zachary and Nyxss avoided the error of just deploying sentinels to guard their child. They grasped the unavoidable peril, choosing instead to watch over him directly, lingering in his space during his rests, safeguarding him personally with unflinching watchfulness.

With a single mental command from Zachary, the attacker burst apart in a spray of blood, viscera, and innards directly before the dozing Aaaninja. Tissues ripped open effortlessly, skeletons cracked into shards, and reality itself expelled the interloper’s being.

Yet the young Aaaninja remained oblivious to it all, drifting in carefree sleep with even breaths, since Zachary and Nyxss had blocked every noise and ripple, upholding his tranquil rest through flawless mastery.

Moments blurred into years, and further assailants arrived. They slunk from the voids, from the void of space, from hidden realms and mysteries. Each met the same ruthless end through identical means, their lives snuffed out prior to fulfilling their aims. No one triumphed, no one endured, no one even approached success.

Eventually, Aaaninja stirred to life, his gifts outshining all records in the Celestial Solar System’s annals. His progress ignored all rationale, his insight scorned all logic, and his very being rejected all bounds. Among his peers, he claimed victory in every duel, every fight, each clash concluding in perfect dominance, every rival crumbling before him without fail or fightback, his dominance total and unchallenged.

Soon after, he managed the intruders on his own. Even prior to their arrival, he sensed them, having unlocked his Eyes Of Genesis, which bestowed awareness transcending normal dimensions and eras, enabling him to glimpse certainties prior to their emergence into the tangible world.

Aaaninja found himself grinning at these recollections as they played out in his view. Such experiences molded him, honed him, and tempered him into the entity he now embodied. Absent these echoes, he wouldn’t stand as Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos. Without the ordeals, without the perils, without the certainty of strife, he would have emerged as a different soul altogether, one diminished, one unfinished.

A subtle grin clung to his mouth as he advanced with a stride, resuming his journey ahead. Yet as he progressed, the visions persisted in swirling about him, encircling him, trailing him like ties to his essence. He observed quietly while moving, gazing upon his history with serene resignation. After an undefined span, he halted at another wall crafted purely from time, its face gleaming with unfathomable chrono-power.

’I wonder what lies beyond this wall,’ Aaaninja pondered inwardly, his mind steady and leisurely. Then, devoid of pause, free of trepidation or uncertainty, he passed through the wall. The vista wavered like rippled liquid before his sight, then transformed. The echoes of his youth dissolved. What greeted him instead appeared to be... limbs of the perpetual tomorrow.

They bloomed without end, extending boundlessly, each limb embodying a chance, a route, a fate still unborn. They revealed to Aaaninja the directions his journey might take, the conclusions it might reach, the fractures it might suffer, the stops it might face, the losses it might endure to powers defying grasp.

One limb of the unfolding tomorrow depicted him wed to Altheria. They shared two tiny Aaaninjas scampering about, twins, their giggles resounding with purity and delight, their lives brimming with comfort and connection.

A different limb illustrated his demise by a foe who spotted him after he meddled with an item off-limits, something taboo, something outside his reach. Drawn to his eyes, form, and spirit, the entity consumed Aaaninja on the spot, for he stood utterly helpless against that presence. The gap in might between them mirrored that between a Galaxy and a Universe, an unbridgeable and utter chasm.

Yet another limb of tomorrow displayed him overcoming Anthony following a duel lasting days, their duel quaking reality at its core. He eked out a narrow triumph, his frame shattered and drained, teetering on oblivion’s brink, while Lucian nearby gaped in total disbelief, struggling to process the spectacle.

One more limb unveiled total ruin. The Galaxy, the Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse, all crumbling into void, wiped out utterly. Aaaninja could only gaze in bewilderment at this specific tomorrow’s limb, unable to fathom the sequence that might trigger such complete and final obliteration.

But after brief reflection, he chose to move past it. They hadn’t even confronted the Divinora Galaxy, much less the Universe or Multiverse. Under ordinary circumstances, a Multiverse concept might have stunned him, yet following the insights he once gained while attempting to rescue Lucian, it held no shock. Though that wisdom had vanished from his thoughts, scrubbed clean, faint remnants persisted, shards of insight echoing softly.

Aaaninja advanced a pace, but instantly, he sensed time’s touch. It felt like years had piled on, like some life force had drained away. Still, Aaaninja shrugged it off, recognizing this wasn’t his true form. Thus he pressed on. With each step, age deepened. His eternally white locks now gleamed with the pallor of senescence, not birth. His azure flesh grew creased and loose, his stance faltered, his figure akin to a brittle shell nearing its doom.

Nevertheless, the chrono-essence encircling him stayed constant. The poise in his gaze held firm, his steadiness never wavered. He simply strode with the familiar rhythm and resolve he’d always known, unyielding and determined.

Soon enough, he arrived at yet another divide. And pausing not at all, without a second thought, he entered it with his weathered frame. But upon breaching this divide, his vision filled with a massive orb amid the boundless pale heavens. Aaaninja lifted his gaze gradually, his Eyes Of Genesis clashing with the sky’s orb, their stares connecting over all creation.

The sky’s orb started to alter. Its pattern evolved, its hue shifted, and it began to echo precisely the pattern and hue of Aaaninja’s Eyes Of Genesis, as if identifying him, as if hailing him as a peer, as something vital, something destined.

As this unfolded, Aaaninja sank to his knees. His vigor fled in a flash, his elderly form quaking as if its role had concluded. Then he pitched forward entirely, slumping still as though felled by some arcane and baffling demise.

In the realm beyond, where all lingered in quiet expectation, Aaaninja at last stirred. His azure lashes parted softly, easing open, as he unveiled to the world anew his prismatic, timepiece-like, captivating eyes, orbs bearing the hushed command of time’s own essence.