MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 949: Huge Golden Eye

Anthony simply stared at the ongoing phenomenon, his expression calm yet faintly contemplative, because he already knew it was the Universe itself that was acting and moving for its favorite child. He was not exactly surprised by what he was witnessing. If the Universe itself could intervene merely to pay for the things Kingsley bought at the Ramen Singularity Timeline but could not afford, then obviously it would interfere in a matter as important and life-threatening as this, especially when death itself had come knocking.

Kingsley, who was floating in the air, suddenly moved, his body twitching ever so slightly as though consciousness were being stitched back into him thread by thread. His eyes fluttered open gently, slowly, almost lazily, his golden irises gazing upward at the sky that poured down unknown energy into his body like divine light descending from the heavens. Kingsley did not speak. He personally did not possess any life resurrection abilities or artifacts, nor had he ever prepared anything that could defy death itself.

He had died, and the Universe made a move for him.

The golden energy that blanketed the entire separate plane started to recede and vanish ever so slowly, dissolving like mist beneath the morning sun. But for a brief moment, a huge golden eye seemed to appear within the sky itself, vast and boundless, its presence incomprehensible. It looked illusionary, as though it was there and yet not there at the same time, existing and not existing simultaneously, like a paradox given form. The iris of the golden eye immediately shifted toward Aaaninja, lingering on him for a moment that felt far longer than it truly was.

Aaaninja did not move. He simply stared back, his expression unchanged and his posture steady, not really afraid. After all, if the huge golden eye decided to attack, what could he possibly do besides escape to the River Of Time? And yet, even with that thought, he did not feel any pressure, weight, or killing intent of any kind from the huge eye above. It seemed as though the golden eye was no different from any other ordinary eye that gazed at him on a daily basis, detached and indifferent.

And of course, the Universe was not threatening him. It was simply too powerful to resort to something so crude. Even if the Universe wanted to do something to Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos, it could not. After all, behind this Time Celestial stood the River Of Time itself, an existence that stood above the Universe and even the Multiverse, an eternal flow that transcended all laws and structures.

With that, the huge golden eye in the sky vanished completely as though it had never existed to begin with. Everything snapped back into place. The sky returned to normal, the outer barriers of the separate plane immediately regenerating as the Universe casually reversed time, restoring everything back to its previous state prior to its arrival as though the destruction had merely been a trivial mistake corrected on a whim.

Silence tore through the separate plane for a long moment. If anyone had once thought that Kingsley was just a simple person who did not have anyone backing him and was merely Anthony’s friend tagging along, then that thought was erased from their minds instantly, shattered beyond repair. The level at which they had placed Kingsley within their thoughts rose drastically, climbing to heights none of them had previously considered.

The next moment, Klaus’ voice broke the silence. ”Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos wins,” he declared. Although he had won, whatever had just happened completely overshadowed his victory, turning what should have been a decisive triumph into a mere footnote in comparison to the Universe’s intervention.

Aaaninja stayed silent for a moment, his Eyes Of Genesis resting on Kingsley briefly as if trying to analyze something deeper, something hidden beneath the surface. Then he shook his head faintly and vanished from where he stood, slipping through Time itself and reappearing in his seat as though he had never moved in the first place, as though the battle had never occurred.

Kingsley stood in silence for a moment. He had not gained anything miraculous or extraordinary; it was simply a straightforward resurrection, nothing more and nothing less. At this moment, his mind replayed his battle with Aaaninja repeatedly. The Universe had played out how he lost against Aaaninja for him within his mind, forcing him to confront every flaw and every mistake with brutal clarity.

’Sigh... I wonder where Anthony found these overpowered friends of his,’ he muttered inwardly with quiet resignation. ’I guess birds of a feather flock together.’ With that thought, he vanished like the wind, dispersing into nothingness before reappearing in his own seat. But the moment he sat down, every eye fell on him, scrutinizing him as though he were an alien existence, as though they wanted to peel him skin by skin and see what truly lay underneath, to uncover the mystery hidden within him.

But Kingsley did not react. If no one asked him anything, then there was nothing to say after all.

’Is this guy bribing that greedy author with gifts?’ Lucian thought as he stared subtly at Kingsley, his gaze sharp yet casual. He already knew Kingsley was a character created by the so-called Author.

’Hmmm...’ he sank deeper into thought. ’I wonder what he gained from the Enlightenment,’ Lucian mused internally, having mistaken what had happened for Enlightenment. But he was not bothered or concerned that he would suddenly lose against Kingsley. If Aaaninja could win, then so could he. Strength recognized strength.

Romulus stayed silent as he simply watched everything unfold. ’So many anomalies within one Galaxy, and all of them gathered within one place,’ he thought to himself with mild curiosity. Normally, a Galaxy had only one anomaly, if any at all. But here, he could clearly identify about five of them sitting casually and battling one another purely for entertainment.

But did Romulus care? Absolutely not. He stood above the Galaxy, the Universe, the Multiverse, the Omniverse, and beyond. To him, they were nothing more than entertaining ants scrambling across the ground, and that was all there was to it. With that, he simply looked forward to the next battle with detached amusement.

”It seems your son would be in trouble if he runs into that Kingsley guy,” Zachary spoke, his words directed toward Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart, his tone casual yet laced with faint curiosity.

Riven Darkheart and Vespera Darkheart sat in absolute silence without uttering a single word. They did not need to speak. Their son’s power and sword would answer every doubt and every question that arose without the need for empty explanations.

’Let’s continue, shall we?’ Klaus asked with a smile on his face, his voice light yet commanding. With that, everyone focused on the screen. The numbers on the screen flipped rapidly, rotating between digits like a roulette wheel deciding fate itself. Then suddenly, it stopped, displaying two numbers.

Three Vs Four

Lucian Darkheart Versus Aura Nova.

The moment their numbers appeared, they gazed at each other, black eyes meeting sky-blue ones, neither backing down nor wavering. Without a word, they vanished from their seats, leaving afterimages in their wake as they appeared below the arena.

Klaus, not hesitating since the previous battle had been far too short, spoke clearly and firmly, ”Begin.”