Timeless Assassin-Chapter 1055: Timeskip (5)

(Inside The Fourth Dimension, Leo’s POV)

Suddenly, Leo sensed something abnormal.

Something that felt like an anomaly, as he studied it closely.

His aura, already spread thin across the void, tightened instinctively around that fleeting disturbance as his awareness locked onto it with absolute focus, as for a brief, indescribable instant the flow of time around him shifted in a way that felt both subtle and profound, as though a single moment had briefly doubled before collapsing back into one seamless continuity.

*Controlled breathing*

Leo steadied his breathing as his entire consciousness converged onto that point, replaying the sensation again and again as he tried to grasp what he had just experienced, as something about it felt strangely familiar, as though he had witnessed it before without fully understanding it at the time.

And then—

The memory surfaced.

The Timeless Assassin, standing before him with an apple that was both in his hand and not, a moment that had defied everything Leo believed to be true, and Soron, moving in a way that could not be tracked, not because he was fast, but because he existed within moments that others could not perceive, as both of them had demonstrated something that went beyond speed or skill and instead touched the very structure of time itself.

"...That’s it," Leo muttered, as the realization began to take shape within his mind.

As he finally realized that what he had sensed was not a disruption in time, but a divergence within it, as for an infinitesimal instant the singular stream of time branched into two separate flows, each carrying a different state of reality before merging back together so seamlessly that it left behind the illusion of contradiction.

Leo closed his eyes once more as his perception deepened, as he followed that thought to its conclusion, understanding that time itself remained continuous and singular in its nature, however within that continuity existed moments where its flow divided into parallel paths, allowing two outcomes to unfold simultaneously before reconverging into one.

In that instant—

Everything aligned.

The apple that existed and did not exist.

The movement that could not be followed.

The moment that felt both present and absent.

All of it stemmed from the same principle, as time allowed for a brief divergence within its own structure, splitting into parallel states before collapsing back into a singular flow.

Leo’s mind sharpened further as he visualized it, as the flow of time resembled a continuous stream that, at certain points, split momentarily into two branches, like a binary pulse flickering between states, before immediately merging again into one unified current, as those infinitesimal divergences were what created the anomalies he had been searching for.

And within those anomalies, two realities coexisted for a fraction of a moment, each valid within its own branch, yet never conflicting because they were never truly part of the same uninterrupted flow, as they existed in parallel before resolving into a single outcome.

Leo exhaled slowly.

A faint smile formed on his lips.

Because for the first time—

He understood it.

Truly.

The anomaly was not something external to time, but an intrinsic behavior of it, a momentary divergence that allowed for duality within a system that ultimately remained singular.

The void around him felt different now, as though the invisible structure of time had begun to reveal itself in greater clarity, as he could almost trace the subtle fluctuations within its flow, sensing where it remained constant and where it momentarily split before returning to its natural state.

And with that understanding, Leo steadied his aura once more, refining his perception as he focused on that same point of divergence, no longer searching blindly, but with intent, as he sought to not only observe the anomaly, but to feel it, to align himself with that fleeting split in the flow.

Because if he could step into that moment, even for an instant, then he would no longer be bound entirely to the singular stream of time.

As he would then gain access to the space where reality briefly diverged before resolving.

And that was where true control began.

"I did it.... I finally understood all the basics of the law of time!"

Leo declared proudly, as he grinned from ear to ear, and opened a portal back to planet V-Star.

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(Meanwhile, Commander Sparrow and Su Yang’s POV)

Fifteen years had passed within the Time-Stilled World, and in that span of time, both Commander Sparrow and Su Yang had reached the very limits of what the Monarch tier had to offer, as countless battles, endless sparring sessions, and relentless refinement had carved them into warriors far sharper than what they had once been.

They were no longer growing in bursts.

No longer chasing strength blindly.

They had reached the peak.

And now, the next step awaited them.....

The transition beyond the Monarch tier, into the Demi God Realm.

The air between them felt different that day, as Su Yang approached Sparrow one final time, his posture calm yet heavy with unspoken weight, as both of them understood that this moment had been coming for a while now.

"The last fifteen years spent sparring and training with you have truly reshaped me as a warrior.

You are a good friend, Sparrow.

But it is finally time for me to return to the Su Clan."

Su Yang began, as he spoke in a deep tone.

"I will never forget what we built here over the last decade and a half.

To me... you are my brother now, from now until time itself ends.

And hopefully, the next time I see you won’t be after too long.

By then... I hope we’ve both figured out a way to step into the realm of Demi-Gods."

Su Yang said, as his voice remained steady, yet carried a depth of sincerity that could not be faked.

Veyr listened without interrupting.

A faint smile rested on his face.

Not wide.

Not exaggerated.

Just enough.

"It has truly been a pleasure.

And I think... we will be seeing each other again very soon."

Veyr replied, as his tone remained composed, yet there was a quiet warmth beneath it that had not been there fifteen years ago.

Because time had not only sharpened their strength—

It had forged something else.

Respect, trust and brotherhood, as without another word, the two stepped forward.

Their hands met.

*Clap*

A firm handshake.

No theatrics.

No unnecessary gestures.

Just mutual understanding.

Because they both understood that some bonds did not weaken with distance.

They endured.

Until the next time their paths crossed again.