MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 502: Let There Be Light

The light in Spectre’s eyes did not dim, no, it blazed even fiercer. His battle intent surged, unrelenting, as his grip tightened around the katana in his sole remaining hand.

With heavy exhale, he chose to pour everything, his strength, his will, his mana, his aura into a one final attack.

Lightning coiled around his body like a living beast, writing, snarling, screaming for release.

His aura thickened, condensing so violently it made the air around him distort and crack. Sparks crawled across his skin, racing down his arm and surging into the blade like a tidal wave crashing into steel.

Every muscle in his body tensed as he raised the katana overhead. Mana and aura fused within him, creating a volatile current that pulsed beneath his skin, threatening to tear him apart from the inside.

His lips parted. A slow breath escaped.

[Spectre Katana Technique: Pulse Obliteration]

Then he slammed the katana into the ground.

Then it came.

An omnidirectional pulse of lightning erupted into existence, wild, untamed, as though the very skies had bent to Spectre’s will, ready to consume the world in his name.

It expanded at blinding speed, vaporizing all within reach. The ground beneath was scorched to ash, the terrain transformed into molten, glassy ruin.

Yet Anthony only watched.

Anthony stood unmoving as the attack threatened to devour him whole, but he had no need to entertain the attack, even if it was Spectre’s last ditch effort.

Blue flames pulsed around Anthony, serene, yet absolute. Each tendril of lightning that neared him was instantly consumed, devoured as if the flames existed to erase all that dared approach.

Then, with a single breath of intent, the blue flames expanded outward in a sweeping surge, extinguishing every rogue bolt of lightning that dared linger.

Spectre collapsed to his knees, his breaths ragged, his body trembling. He had poured everything into that final strike, every ounce of mana, every last shred of will.

And yet.

It had achieved nothing.

Another voice echoed coldly from behind Anthony.

Abyssal Realm

It was Clement.

The Mirror Dimension collapsed into a veil of utter darkness. Light itself seemed to retreat, consumed by a creeping void that swallowed space and reason alike. In the blink of an eye, Anthony found himself elsewhere, no longer tethered to the Mirror Dimension, but pulled into a twisted domain of death and despair.

He felt it at once.

His vitality began to drain, siphoned by unseen hands. His mana, his aura, his very essence, devoured like a feast laid before a ravenous abyss.

A crushing weight pressed down upon his mind and soul, madness creeping inward, eager to fracture thought and unravel sanity.

But the realm met resistance.

Anthony remained still.

The attempt to shatter his mind fell flat. The corruption aimed at his soul scattered like dust in the wind.

The System, an omnipresent force within him, and Romulus, guardian of his soul, stood as impenetrable bulwarks against the assault.

No madness could reach him. No whisper of death could unravel what had been forged beyond even a god’s comprehension.

As for his mana?

It was infinite.

As for his vitality?

He was nineteen, youthful, brimming with life. Let the realm devour its fill. He had plenty to give.

But.

His opponent had made a move. And Anthony never left an attack unanswered.

Slowly, he turned his head toward Clement, who hovered above in the shadowed void, watching, waiting, as though expecting Anthony to fall, to succumb, to break.

Instead, Anthony raised a single hand. Just one finger.

And then he spoke, his voice calm and echoing like a divine decree.

"Let There Be Light"

In the heart of absolute darkness, something impossible occurred.

A flicker.

A single photon ignited above Anthony’s fingertip, fragile, at first, like a whisper in an eternal night. And then it expanded, pulsing outward with unbearable brilliance.

A radiance so pure it defied the rules of the Abyssal Realm, as though the sun itself had descended into the void.

And then.

It devoured.

Light surged, merciless and holy, sweeping through the black expanse like judgment incarnate. Darkness screamed in silence as the Abyssal Realm began to crack, splintering like fragile glass beneath the weight of something that should not exist here.

Clement felt it, the unraveling. His domain, his ultimate weapon, crumbling. His control slipping.

Then, with a deafening shatter, it was gone.

The realm collapsed in on itself, consumed by Anthony’s light.

Clement plummeted from the sky like a puppet with cut strings, crashing beside Spectre. His body trembled with exhaustion, his eyes wide, disbelieving.

He had poured everything into summoning the Abyssal Realm.

And yet.

Anthony had dismantled it with a single sentence.

The two stared at Anthony with a helpless expression, it seemed no matter how many times they tried, it was useless.

Anthony’s eyes finally opened as his piercing, gem-like blue eyes landed on them.

Then he landed on the ground, then he walked towards them.

"No need to be hard on yourselves. I’m impossible to surpass"

He stated calmly, with no arrogance in his tone.

"Besides. I’m satisfied, you’ve made ridiculous improvements, surpassing my own expectations"

Anthony continued.

"Thank you"

Spectre spoke as he lifted himself off the ground, his injuries still healing.

Seeing this, Anthony used light magic to completely heal him.

"It seems we are nowhere near you"

Spectre spoke once again.

"I thought you didn’t like comparing yourself to me. I advise you not to, if you did, it might do more harm than good"

Anthony simply replied.

As for Clement, he just sat there with a mana potion in his hand as he drank it.

His mind was distant; he was going through his battle with Anthony in his mind, thinking of what he could have done better.

He had at least felt confident with his Abyssal Realm that he could at least deal some damage to Anthony.

His Abyssal Realm could literally corrupt anyone. If they didn’t have an immunity to soul and mind attacks, then defense was futile.

He sighed. Although he had lost, he felt better.

After all, he had spent over a year in the military without being able to unleash these levels of attack without care.

Although he didn’t use some skills, it didn’t matter to him. After all, such skills wouldn’t work against Anthony, but against other people they would.

"Restore your mana. I will introduce you to my teammates"

Anthony spoke as he finally remembered his teammates he had told he would be back in a few minutes.

With a thought, the Mirror Dimension shattered, and they appeared back in the forest.

"How strong are they?"

Spectre asked.

"No need to overthink it. You will defeat them, aside from one of them I guess"

Anthony replied, his words even caught Clement’s attention.

"Someone we can’t defeat?"

Clement spoke.

"I said maybe. His name is Kingsley, you can think of him as the universe’s favourite son"

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With that, Anthony waited a few minutes for them to restore their mana.

Although mana couldn’t be restored in a few minutes, but with the system, everything is possible.

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