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Aaaninja's body collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud.

Silence consumed the battlefield.

Shock paralyzed the onlookers.

No one dared to utter a word.

And even if they did, what could they possibly say?

For a fleeting moment, the sheer spectacle of the battle they had just witnessed eclipsed even the legendary clash between Anthony and Charles, its intensity defying all logic.

A mere human had dared to kill in the Battle of the Tens.

And not just any opponent, he had slain a Celestial.

The overseer stood motionless, a manic grin stretching across his face, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He was waiting…waiting for the inevitable eruption.

Zachary, once a staunch defender of the Blue Planet's delegates, now stood betrayed.

Their so called champion had done the unthinkable, he had slain Zachary's son, his only child.

Minds flickered with revelation.

This was more than just an act of defiance.

It was an opportunity.

An opportunity to obtain the way to summon the ancients.

The being might not respond to the summons, but progress had been made.

They waited, anticipating rage, a flicker of killing intent, some sign of retribution. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

Anything.

Yet the Celestials remained unmoved.

They did not stir.

They did not speak.

Confusion spread among the delegates, uncertainty gripping their minds.

But before long, the answer revealed itself.

Aaaninja's body began to distort, flickering unnaturally, as if reality itself were undecided on whether to erase him or let him remain.

Then, without warning, he vanished, dissolving into nothingness.

As the body vanished, time particles twisted and coiled, distorting reality itself.

In a distant location, another Aaaninja emerged.

Not a single wound marked his body.

Not a single trace of the battle remained upon him.

Aaaninja had resurrected.

[Chrono Rebirth]

A skill born from his own unparalleled talent, an ability he had forged without guidance, without precedent.

It granted him a second life, a return from the void itself.

And the activation condition?

Death.

Aaaninja did not need to cast or will it into activation, Chrono Rebirth triggered the moment he perished.

It required no mana, no external force. Not even the Eyes Of Genesis could enhance its power.

Yet, for all its defiance of death, even this ability was not absolute.

Everything had a limit.

Chrono Rebirth could not sustain him indefinitely.

At most, he could return once per day.

If he died again before that time elapsed… there would be no second resurrection.

Aaaninja's gaze locked onto Anthony, an unspoken weight in his stare.

The air trembled with unspoken questions.

But he was not shocked by death itself.

No, his mind reeled at something far greater.

The how.

Aaaninja was a man who relentlessly pushed himself beyond his limits, always seeking ways to counter his own time based abilities, only to devise counters to those counters, ensuring no enemy could ever outmaneuver him.

Yet, even his unparalleled intellect had met its match.

A force beyond his genius.

The Eyes Of Genesis.

For years, he had searched for a flaw, a weakness, an imperfection, anything that could undermine their absolute power.

Yet, no matter how deeply he studied, no matter how many scenarios he envisioned, he found none.

Eventually, he conceded.

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An existence beyond counters.

And yet…

Here stood a mere human.

A human who had done the impossible.

A human who had denied his sight.

He had blocked Omniscient View, one of the very ability that made the Eyes of Genesis what it is.

The reason Aaaninja had fallen in that fleeting moment, despite his ability to perceive countless parallel realities, was because Anthony had severed his vision at the source.

How?

The answer was simple.

Anthony had activated his own skill, The Perfect One.

A skill that alerted him whenever someone attempted to extract information about him, whether through physical or magical means.

Not only did it notify him, but it granted him complete control, he could block any attempt at prying into his existence or even fabricate false information at will.

Yet, despite wielding such a power, Anthony had always restrained himself.

He refused to use Authority Of Information in battle.

Where was the thrill if he already knew every skill, every ability, every move his opponent possessed?

For him, true combat was about unpredictability.

About the unknown.

Since Aaaninja was gathering information across parallel realities, Anthony had simply activated The Perfect One, severing Omniscient View at its core.

That was why Aaaninja never foresaw his own death, because, quite simply, he couldn't see it.

Blinded at the most critical moment, he had walked straight into his demise.

As for his sudden pause before the decapitation?

That, too, was part of Anthony's design.

From the very beginning, Anthony had recognized one undeniable truth, he could never manipulate time better than Aaaninja.

There was no point in even trying.

Aaaninja's mastery over temporal forces was better, his control far superior.

Any attempt to control time would have been effortlessly overwritten, hijacked by Aaaninja's higher elemental control.

So Anthony never bothered.

But Anthony had been watching.

Observing the way Aaaninja commanded time particles, how they twisted, molded, and bent to his will, how they obeyed him without hesitation.

His mind processed every detail, every nuance, dissecting the very essence of Aaaninja's control as their battle unfolded.

Yet, even with his Limitless Talent , he knew he couldn't instantly match Aaaninja's mastery.

And with Aaaninja's Eyes of Genesis wide open, amplifying his dominion over time, the gap between them had only widened.

So Anthony simply just waited patiently.

He knew he had but a fraction of a second.

A single instant in which to act.

Then, he struck.

Anthony activated The Perfect One and Temporal Stasis simultaneously.

In that instant, Aaaninja was frozen mid air, his movements locked in place, his omniscience severed.

Two abilities, perfectly timed.

One to blind him.

One to bind him.

All Anthony had to do was kill him before Aaaninja could reassert control over the time particles in the next split second.

Aaaninja's eyes widened.

The smile that had once graced his lips was gone, replaced only by raw, unfiltered shock.

He couldn't see across parallel realities anymore.

The infinite possibilities, the endless visions of what was and what could be, all gone.

And yet…

His Omniscient View was still active.

He could feel it, his mana still being devoured by his eyes.

It was working, yet it saw nothing.

A slow smile crept across Anthony's face as he took in Aaaninja's shock ridden expression.

There was a quiet satisfaction in watching the so called untouchable warrior face the impossible.

But Aaaninja had no time to dwell on Anthony's amusement.

He acted instantly.

His fingers rose, then snapped.

And in that moment:

Time and space particles erupted into chaos.

They collided violently, spiraling out of control, distorting the very fabric of existence.

Then they detonated.

[Temporal Echo]

Aaaninja's voice reverberated, rippling through the fractured fabric of existence.

Reality shattered.

Space tore open.

And from the ruptured void, three figures emerged.

Their presence was overwhelming, their very existence distorting time itself.

Each figure bore the same face as Aaaninja, yet they were not mere copies.

They were Aaaninjas from different realities.

Each one wielding their own unique abilities.

Yet all of them shared a single, immutable truth, the mastery of Time.

Now, there stood four Aaaninjas.

Four Time Elemental Aaaninjas.