MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 311: No respite

A cacophony of alarms blared in Lucian’s mind, each shrill note a reminder that everything he once held dear had been stripped away.

Though he had lost nearly everything, his instincts remained razor sharp, a glimmer of resilience amid the ruin.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped back, his figure dissolving into a fleeting blur as if trying to outrun the very specter of the incoming despair.

Yet, in the midst of his desperate retreat, his evasive maneuvers proved futile.

Aaaninja granted Lucian no reprieve.

With nothing but a cold thought, Aaaninja summoned forth another ability, a power that defied the natural order.

[Temporal Gravity]

In that very instant, the skill manifested.

Lucian, who had already put several kilometers between himself and Aaaninja, was abruptly halted mid stride.

An unseen, overwhelming force seized him, dragging him forward with an inescapable pull as if the very fabric of time were conspiring against his flight.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself back at his starting point, as if his progress had been undone, as if time itself had been mercilessly reversed.

Temporal Gravity bestowed upon Aaaninja dominion over time’s relentless march, enabling him to generate gravitational effects by manipulating its flow.

With a mere thought, he could pull or push objects, living or inanimate, across the temporal plane.

The art of rewinding time exacted an immense toll; it was a power Aaaninja wielded sparingly, only reserved for mending his own injuries.

Even reversing another’s movements was a feat few could accomplish.

Nevertheless, through Temporal Gravity, Aaaninja had discovered a way to sidestep these constraints.

Before Lucian could fully comprehend the shifting currents of time, Aaaninja’s hand clamped around his head, exerting a force that shattered all hope of escape.

With a calamitous force, he drove Lucian’s head into the earth, and in that terrible moment, agony surged through his body, an agony that flowed like molten blood through his veins, as relentless and destructive as water bursting through fractured pipes.

Without pause or pity, Aaaninja yanked him upward, hoisting him into the air as though he were no more substantial than a ragdoll caught in a violent gale.

As gravity prepared to reclaim its due, Lucian’s descent was intercepted by a fist, a fist that struck like the explosive resonance of a detonating war drum, swift, punishing, and utterly merciless.

The collision hurled Lucian upward, his battered form streaking into the sky like a shattered kite caught in a tempest.

For a suspended moment, he defied gravity’s pull, suspended at the peak of his ascent.

It was then that Aaaninja materialized beside him, silent, inevitable, an embodiment of fate itself.

With a precision borne of dark mastery, Aaaninja’s foot crashed down upon Lucian’s jaw, delivering a blow as cataclysmic as a comet’s impact upon a distant planet.

The force of the strike shattered Lucian’s resolve along with his teeth; blood flowed unimpeded, and shards of his shattered teeth scattered like broken pearls across the void of his disoriented vision.

Without warning, gravity reclaimed him once more, and he plummeted toward the ground.

His body struck the earth with a sickening thud, a final punctuation to one phase of his torment.

But Aaaninja was far from finished.

Like a falling executioner descending upon his prey, Aaaninja allowed gravity to reclaim him as he surged downward.

With a thunderous boom, both feet hammered into Lucian’s gut, penetrating with the relentless force of twin meteorites crashing into an unyielding surface.

The sudden impact snatched the very air from Lucian’s lungs, leaving him gasping in a place where oxygen had once sustained him.

Hovering effortlessly above the chaos he had wrought, Aaaninja fixed his gaze upon Lucian, a sight of destruction and defiance intertwined.

With a mere thought Temporal Gravity activated once more, and the boundaries of reality bent to Aaaninja’s indomitable will.

In an instant, Lucian’s battered body reappeared before him, as if conjured from the remnants of shattered time itself.

Without a moment’s delay, Aaaninja seized Lucian by the throat, his grip cold and natural, and invoked yet another devastating skill.

[Temporal Cloning]

The air around them crackled with raw energy.

From the heavens, lightning was summoned, a fierce, unpredictable force heralded by thick, roiling storm clouds that gathered in silent witness to the carnage below.

High above, jagged bolts of electricity flashed intermittently, illuminating the heavens with an eerie, almost spectral brilliance.

Then, as swiftly as it had arisen, the lightning descended, a torrent of blinding white energy that enveloped the battlefield in a luminous cascade, as if calamity itself had come crashing down upon them.

Temporal Cloning granted Aaaninja the power to replicate any attack he had ever witnessed, provided he understood its inner workings.

The aftermath of the lightning strike was nothing short of apocalyptic, charred leaves disintegrated into ash, thick plumes of smoke coiled into the sky like serpentine specters, and fires raged uncontrollably as oxygen fed their insatiable hunger.

Yet even as the world burned around him, Aaaninja’s resolve showed no sign of faltering.

He offered no rest to his enemy.

In the midst of the ruin, flames ignited into existence, twisting and writhing like living serpents before coiling around Lucian’s form.

The searing heat burned his flesh into a deep, agonized crimson, a torment that cut into him with every passing second.

And still, no healing power came to his aid.

Once, Lucian had possessed regenerative abilities, a precious gift he had copied from others.

But now, those abilities lay dormant, stripped from him along with every ounce of power he once commanded.

Even his system, the vital core that had sustained his every battle, had not been spared from Aaaninja’s ruthless assault.

With his jaw clenched tight against the encroaching pain, Lucian’s will became the only fragile thread anchoring him to consciousness.

In that bleak moment, he recognized a grim truth: the moment unconsciousness claimed him, the battle would be irrevocably lost.

So he endured, endured the searing agony, the unrelenting flames, and the crushing weight of Aaaninja’s overwhelming might.

All the while, he clung desperately to a single hope, that this relentless ability, much like his once trusted Null Field, might be constrained by time.

But Aaaninja showed no mercy.

In a seamless transition control, another skill ignited at his command.

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[Chrono Illusion]

Reality itself wavered under the strain of this new assault.

By distorting Lucian’s perception of time, Aaaninja wove an illusion so seamless and absolute that even the fabric of existence seemed to betray its own laws.

For some time, Aaaninja had carried this skill as a mere accessory, its full potential squandered against foes like Anthony and Lucian, combatants who ascended the steps of the Ascension Mirage with a grace that defied mortal limits.

But now, with Lucian’s system cruelly stripped of its former capabilities, illusion transformed from a possibility into a lethal weapon.

In an instant, Lucian’s mind was yanked into the depths of his own past. Continue your saga on novelbuddy

There, in a relentless cycle of memory, he was forced to relive every defeat.

Defeat after defeat, he faced Aaaninja repeatedly, each encounter a bitter reminder of his own limitations.

No matter how fiercely he fought or how desperately he struggled, he never attained even the coveted Rank 1 fan value, a benchmark of he relentlessly sought.

Now, trapped in this fabricated past, history itself threatened to repeat its cruel pattern.

Then, as if to compound his torment, Aaaninja invoked yet another ability, a power that wrenched its victims from the natural flow of time.

[Chrono Imprisonment]

In combination with Chrono Illusion, Chrono Imprisonment became an instrument of unspeakable torment.

Lucian was ensnared in a temporal trap, forced to relive a single, agonizing moment over and over again, until the concept of time itself began to disintegrate into meaninglessness.

A single second stretched out into an eternity, each heartbeat a reminder of his own loss.

His mind, already battered by relentless onslaughts, began to crumble under the weight of his perpetual torment.

His will faltered, and his consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion.

And then, just as the abyss of unconsciousness threatened to claim him, a sound pierced through the illusion.

Faint, yet achingly familiar, the sound of a mechanical chime echoed in the emptiness.

[Ding]

[System is back online]

The moment the system reawakened, the illusion binding Lucian shattered like glass.

Clarity rushed back into his mind, only to be drowned by an all consuming, world ending pain.

But he couldn’t move.

Time itself had ensnared him, freezing him in place.

’System…where have you been?’

[Ding]

[Order was rewritten. It took some time to rewrite Order itself]

Lucian’s thoughts reeled.

Order?

What did the system mean?

But now wasn’t the time for questions.

Aaaninja had twisted reality, reshaped the very fabric of existence itself.

But it didn’t matter.

Because with the system, he could bring everything back.

And so, with a single thought, Lucian invoked his own shattered skill.

[Reality Anchor]

Then, it happened.

The world lurched.

Time shuddered.

Everything slowed to a crawling standstill.

Truth itself paused.

The Heavens held their breath.

Then it all changed.