MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 337 : Flick

Gorath Storm—the Titan Patriarch.

Iserios Von Deathwrath—the Dragon King.

Baldor Ironhammer—the Dwarf King.

Aurelius Ignis—the Phoenix King.

Four sovereigns of unparalleled might, each a legend in their own right, now stood upon the precipice of annihilation.

Before them, the culmination of their adversaries' overwhelming power surged forth, an inescapable tide of destruction.

They could do nothing but bear witness as the final, merciless strike descended upon them.

In this moment, even their most revered artifacts, were rendered meaningless.

The Eclipsian race had once again proven why they were regarded among the apex of all races.

They had utterly subdued these legendary beings without even invoking the power of Absolute Duality, a testament to their overwhelming supremacy.

Aldric had only activated his against Gorath, not out of necessity, but as a gesture of respect, one martial artist acknowledging another.

Yet, even without his shadow, Aldric would have effortlessly overwhelmed Gorath.

His strength was simply beyond question.

Such was his dominion.

But just as the final attacks were about to strike, something happened.

An interference.

Aldric, Solvani, Ebonis, and Malakar, all masters of their domains halted mid action.

Their instincts flared, their bodies tensed.

Their eyes narrowed in unison as they sensed it... or something.

Then—

A pause.

Not just in battle, but in everything.

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The cosmos itself stilled.

Stars ceased their shimmer.

Suns abandoned their eternal course.

Planets hung motionless in the vast abyss.

Even the very fabric of space froze, as if reality itself had drawn its final breath.

Then—

A presence.

It did not arrive.

It did not manifest.

It simply was.

Like an unshakable truth, it pressed upon existence itself, not merely tyrannical, nor merely oppressive.

It was beyond weight, beyond measure.

It was absolute.

Then, from nowhere yet everywhere, a voice descended, carrying a tone of amusement laced with indifference.

"Hooo... A gathering of so called higher races, preying upon the lesser. How fascinating"

And then, reality shifted.

The frozen cosmos moved.

The devastating attacks of the four Eclipsians vanished.

Not deflected, not countered.

Simply erased.

Their energy dissipated like mist under the morning sun, dissolving into nothingness.

Then, space itself folded, warping and twisting like a great cosmic tapestry being rewritten.

Before any of them could react, before even a thought could take form—

They were taken.

Forcibly, without resistance, without choice.

Teleported to a fate unknown.

Gorath, Aurelius, Baldor, and Iserios could only watch in stunned silence.

They knew that voice.

They would recognize it anywhere, even on their deathbeds.

A human.

The only human.

The only being from their world who stood above all others.

A man who cared nothing for alliances, who dismissed the weight of numbers as meaningless.

To him, status held no value.

Names were irrelevant.

He acknowledged nothing.

He feared nothing.

The one being the entire world dared not provoke.

KLAUS.

At another location, the four Eclipsians appeared.

Their shock was palpable.

They could feel it, an instinct honed through countless battles, sharpened by the ages.

Every fiber of their being screamed in warning, an undeniable truth carved into their very souls.

As they met Klaus's gaze, only one sensation filled them.

Death.

Not the threat of it. Not the possibility.

The certainty.

There was no time for thought.

No room for hesitation.

They moved.

Orb like artifacts materialized in their hands, radiating an intense, almost blinding light.

Each orb had but one purpose, to return them to their home planet.

It was their last resort, their ultimate safeguard.

A fail safe that no force, no being, no law of reality could interfere with.

Even if time itself were frozen, the artifact would still function.

But before the orbs could fully activate—

They crumbled.

No, not simply crumbled.

They were reduced to dust.

Obliterated.

The Eclipsians stood frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Their trump card, their absolute escape, something designed to be beyond the grasp of any outside force, had been erased as if it never existed.

This was impossible.

And yet, Klaus had done it.

Yet this being… no, this human, had turned their ultimate safeguard to dust.

Without a word.

Without a gesture.

Without even moving.

'IMPOSSIBLE!'

Their thoughts fractured, their minds blanking for a moment, something they had not experienced in ages.

"How is this possible...?"

Ebonis muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched the last specks of dust drift from his hand.

But shock was a luxury they could not afford.

They were veterans, honed by endless war, shaped by conflict.

A moment of hesitation on the battlefield was a death sentence.

They acted.

Without hesitation, without a word, all four unleashed their innate ability.

Their bodies pulsed with great force, the air around them distorting, space fracturing beneath their feet.

ABSOLUTE DUALITY.

Within a single breath, four shadows emerged from the void, reflections of their wielders, infused with the full might of Absolute Duality.

Without hesitation, the shadows lunged forward, surging like a tempest toward Klaus.

Meanwhile, their true bodies retreated, vanishing into the distance with impossible speed.

This was not a mere tactical maneuver.

It was survival.

For all their arrogance, for all their supremacy, the Eclipsians were still living beings.

And all living beings shared one undeniable instinct—the will to live.

Not even their pride could suppress it.

And so, they ran.

Yet Klaus…

He simply watched.

His expression unreadable.

His stance unchanged.

The shadows tore through space like a divine calamity, their force rivaling the fury of an apocalyptic storm.

But Klaus…

Did not move.

Then—

He moved.

Not with a surge of energy.

Not with a grand display of power.

Not with a flurry of attacks.

Just, a single step.

And that was all that was needed.

The shadows froze mid-air, their momentum vanishing as if shackled by an unseen force.

Then—

They exploded.

No resistance.

No struggle. Just pure, absolute erasure.

Darkness unraveled, dispersing like mist under the morning sun.

Means of attack?

Simple—UNKNOWN.

Ebonis, Aldric, Malakar, and Solvani suddenly vomited blood mid-flight.

Their bodies convulsed from the unseen backlash, yet they did not stop.

They could not.

But they felt it.

A void.

A rupture in their very existence.

Something fundamental had been taken.

Their innate ability, Absolute Duality was gone.

Not sealed.

Not suppressed.

Erased.

This was impossible.

Even if their shadows were destroyed, they should never suffer a backlash.

Yet they had.

And that only meant one thing.

This was not mere destruction.

It was annihilation at the most fundamental level.

The realization sent a chill through them.

Their arrogance no longer mattered.

Their pride was irrelevant.

Survival was all that remained.

Without hesitation, they pushed themselves even faster.

"Why are you running? Aren't humans supposed to be beneath you?"

Klaus's voice slithered into their ears, a chuckle, dark and laced with amusement.

But beneath it, there was something else.

Something worse.

It was not mockery.

It was not anger.

It was entertainment.

And then, they saw him.

Standing in the air before them.

Waiting.

Unbothered. Unrushed. Inevitable.

With the single step from earlier, he had arrived.

The four froze, their bodies stiff with terror.

They knew it now.

Truly. Absolutely.

They could not escape.

Their opponent was faster.

Their opponent was stronger.

And worst of all—

He had erased the very ability that made them stand at the peak of the galaxy.

Something that had never happened in the history of their existence.

"What do you want?"

Solvani's voice was strained, his breath ragged.

His once proud stature now wavered, his body pale from the backlash.

Klaus regarded them with a calm, almost lazy gaze before replying.

"There is nothing I want or need. But I'm curious, what can you possibly offer me in exchange for your lives?"

The four Eclipsians exchanged glances.

There was no hesitation.

No pride left to uphold.

One by one, they began to pull out treasures, artifacts of unfathomable power, celestial relics that could shake entire worlds, condensed essences of the galaxy itself.

Yet—

Klaus merely watched.

Unimpressed. Unmoved.

Then he sighed.

"In the end, you are only this poor?"

He shook his head, almost disappointed.

The four suddenly felt it, a terrible premonition.

Negotiations had failed.

They knew it.

Felt it deep within their very souls.

Yet, they could not move.

Space had been frozen again.

There was no chance to escape.

No time for resistance.

Klaus had no intention of chasing.

There was no need.

Instead, he simply raised a hand.

Three fingers stretched forward.

The thumb held back the index finger.

A simple gesture.

A flick.

SNAP!

At first, nothing.

No ripple.

No shockwave.

No devastation.

Yet, there was death.

Ebonis. Malakar. Solvani. Aldric.

They exploded.

Like their shadow counterparts before them.

Not a drop of blood remained.

Not a speck of dust.

Their existence itself was erased.

Even the universal law of reincarnation, the endless cycle of rebirth, was denied.

For them, there would be nothing.

Not now.

Not ever.