MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 723: Madness and Ruin

”AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

A piercing scream tore out from Vega’s throat, a sound born of agony so profound it seemed to rend the chamber apart. This was no ordinary pain, no sword wound her Pain Nullification skill could suppress. No, this pain arose from deep within her essence, from the very core of her existence, from the uniqueness of her being.

Her cry tore through the air like a blade, shattering silence, while the golden and white brilliance enveloping the chamber surged higher, almost as if it refused to be outdone by her suffering.

The ancient rune formations etched into the walls and floor, designed to suppress torment, blazed valiantly against her anguish. But even their intricate magic faltered, useless against this Primordial force. They flared brightly, yes, but their power was futile.

Vega was a girl who had been sheltered all her life, shielded from pain and hardship. How could she possibly hope to endure this torment? To believe she could was nothing but wishful thinking.

Even she herself had not anticipated pain that struck this deeply.

It felt as though she had swallowed the very core of a universe, the boundless energy tearing through her being. Her heart hammered against her ribs with such violence it seemed intent on escaping, blood surging wildly through her veins, pumping faster, hotter.

Then, it began.

In a horrifying instant, both of her hands ruptured, detonating into gore that sprayed across the chamber in a crimson storm. Flesh, bone, veins, and ligaments burst outward, spattering the once-pristine floor in madness and ruin.

The agony skyrocketed. It rose to new, unfathomable heights, punishing her for daring to break the shackles of her bloodline. Her scream ascended with it, each time surpassing the last. Every time it seemed she had reached the limit of her voice, the pain drove her to unleash an even higher, more harrowing cry.

Her legs followed, bursting like overfilled vessels, the sound of rupturing flesh echoing sickeningly through the chamber. Her beautiful purple eyes shattered outward in an explosion of gore, her sight obliterated in a grotesque instant. Then, her throat, already trembling as though it could not contain her screams, finally collapsed, her entire neck and head detonating in a gruesome eruption.

Her screams ceased, the silence that followed heavier than any sound. The golden and white lights did not retreat, however. They pulsed and flared all the brighter, their intensity climbing higher and higher, as though they themselves were orchestrating her destruction.

The gore escalated to unimaginable levels.

Vega was officially dead. Her skull fragments, brain matter, and shards of her beauty littered the chamber floor, arranged by violence into a grotesque tableau.

Her chest soon gave way, splitting open as her heart exploded in a burst of crimson ruin. Her lungs, kidneys, spleen, liver, and diaphragm followed in quick succession. Organs burst, bones cracked, muscles shredded, her body unraveling into nothing but gore.

Klaus and Amara could only stand, helpless, as their beloved daughter died before their very eyes. Every fiber of their being screamed to intervene, but they did not move. They could not. They, too, had endured this torment when their own bloodlines ascended. To shield Vega from this trial would be to deny her birthright.

Still, the anguish tore through their hearts, through their veins, their very souls, leaving them bleeding inside.

Anthony, meanwhile, stood with a composure that was crumbling like a building on a cracked foundation. His woman, his light, his muse, his perfect half, had just been obliterated before his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to rush forward, to catch her, to defy fate itself. But he forced himself still. The fact that her parents did not intervene told him all he needed to know: this was meant to happen.

And yet, his heart refused to yield to reason.

He had read numerous novels of protagonists awakening dormant bloodlines or hidden physiques. In those stories, there was always pain, sometimes excruciating pain. But never this. Never bodies exploding into gore. Never organs bursting like overripe fruit.

’What kind of monstrous bloodline awakening is this?’ the question thundered in Anthony’s mind, unleaving.

His own bloodline awakening had been nothing like this. The Limit Breaker had elevated him instantly, skipping such torment entirely. The Unbound had been too powerful to be bound by trials such as this, simply upgrading him without hesitation.

Now, watching Vega’s suffering, his nails dug deep into his arms until his skin broke, crimson trailing down his forearms. It was as though he could feel echoes of her pain within his own flesh, as though love had tethered their agony together.

And then, movement.

From amidst the ruin, a single drop of blood floated upward, shimmering in the light. Then another, and another, until every fragment of gore lifted into the air. Every piece of flesh, every torn ligament, every bone shard, every strand of hair, every splinter of organ, every microscopic strand of DNA and RNA, all of it ascended, gathering at the very point in space where Vega had once sat.

Instantly, the golden and white light that had bathed the chamber surged as though ignited anew. Their brilliance intensified beyond comprehension, blazing so fiercely it seemed the world itself would collapse under their weight. Then, with a detonation that shook the chamber like the dying gasp of a world, the twin forces of light slammed into the floating remains of Vega.

One by one, her broken pieces began to knit together.

Every fragment of tendon, every shred of muscle, every delicate ligament reconnected, weaving themselves with miraculous precision. It was as though the universe itself had taken to sculpting, showcasing the very process of human creation.

With each reconstruction, the golden and white lights poured into her body with reckless abandon, their supply limitless. Her legs reformed, followed swiftly by her hips, then her torso, piece by piece her body rebuilt itself.

Her hands reappeared, fingers shaped with perfect detail. Her skull reformed, bone knitting together before eyes blossomed anew within their sockets. Her chest expanded, ribs snapping into place as a heart was sculpted fresh within her body. But even after the heart had taken shape, it did not beat. It remained utterly still, lifeless.

The energy, however, did not relent. It continued pouring into her with ferocity, as though life itself were being rewritten.

Klaus, Amara, and Anthony did not blink, their eyes locked unflinchingly upon the miracle, and the horror, before them. Not once did the blinding lights obscure their vision. It allowed them to bear witness to everything.

Then, with one final, deafening burst, the lights exploded outward, filling the chamber with radiance before vanishing completely. Silence and stillness reclaimed the room. The chamber floor, once drowned in gore, was now spotless and pristine, as though not a single drop of blood had ever tainted it.

Vega’s body floated in the air, suspended by some unseen force. She lay as though resting on an invisible altar, her back parallel to the ground, her face turned upward toward the ceiling.

But she did not stir.

She did not open her eyes.

She remained utterly still.

Anthony, Amara, and Klaus stood where they were, their breaths held, their hearts straining. They did not know what they were waiting for, only that something had yet to conclude. And so they remained, unmoving, watching.

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