MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 842
842: Omniedit 842: Omniedit Aura floated forward with a calm smile on her face, her expression serene despite the tension thickening the cosmic air around her.
She could feel countless eyes drilling into her back, heavy, curious, fearful, and judgmental, but she refused to turn or meet a single one of their gazes.
Instead, she simply continued to glide forward, her slender figure approaching the unstable zone where Space, Time, Mana, and Void twisted with erratic violence.
The deeper she moved, the more the cosmic fabric rippled as though reacting to her presence, yet her smile remained undisturbed.
Everyone watching stood rooted in absolute shock and disbelief.
“Is… she really doing that?” someone from the Younger generation whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and fear as she stared ahead.
“Is she mad?
She’s going to die!” another shouted in panic, unable to understand how Aura Nova could fly so willingly toward certain annihilation.
“Another foolish Human… at least she was beautiful,” a member of the Ant race muttered, clicking his mandibles as he observed Aura with a mixture of disdain and reluctant admiration.
The moment Aura’s body crossed the threshold of the unstable zone, Space and Void boomed and shattered like exploding glass, as though eager to devour her entirely.
Reality warped around her, twisting into ravenous spirals that threatened to swallow her whole.
Everyone held their breaths, expecting her to scream, to burn, to be instantly erased from existence without even a trace left behind.
But nothing happened.
The unstable zone, instead of tearing her apart, seemed to fold away and quiet itself as though unable, or unwilling, to sense her presence.
Aura’s sky-blue eyes shifted toward the Tear ahead, calm and unblinking.
She felt the immense gravitational pull emanating from it, a force strong enough to crush lesser beings into cosmic dust, yet it held no influence over her.
Her slender hand rose with elegance, her thumb meeting her middle finger as she snapped them lightly.
Her voice echoed throughout the Void of the Galaxy, soft yet commanding, a divine whisper carrying infinite authority: Omniedit: Command: Logic Hijack.
At those words, an incomprehensible surge of mana erupted outward from her core, flooding the cosmic air, rippling through the Void, and shaking distant stars.
The unstable zone quivered with frantic madness as though it instinctively recognized that something extraordinary, something forbidden, was about to unfold.
But the chaos was futile.
Aura’s eyes glowed with ethereal brilliance as her perception shifted instantaneously.
She saw through Space itself, witnessing its true skeletal essence, the raw blueprint woven beneath its physical manifestation.
Her vision didn’t stop there.
It pierced into the Void directly, examining the primal emptiness where laws weakened and creation trembled.
Without hesitation, her mana slammed into Space, Time, Void, and Mana simultaneously.
Trembling Space halted in an instant as though a divine hand had pressed pause upon existence.
Time froze mid-flow, Space stilled completely, Mana paused with obedient stillness, and the Void quieted as if humbled.
Everything came to a halt at her thought, unable to resist or defy her command.
With a single thought, she had hijacked the entire unstable zone.
But she was far from finished.
With another simple thought, Space resumed, slowly at first, then with growing harmony.
The Void shifted and aligned; Time tilted back into its path; mana smoothed into a sublime flow.
Everything stabilized one after another.
The oppressive darkness and swirling blackness that once filled the Void vanished.
Time snapped back into its rightful place, realigning with existing reality.
Even the cosmic energy lingering from the previous explosion dissipated beneath the weight of her command.
With one skill, with one gesture, she had accomplished what millions of the Older generation could not achieve.
They stared at her in utter disbelief.
Their minds failed to comprehend the sight before them.
They had watched carefully, tried desperately to understand the principles behind what she had done, searching for logic or technique, yet all their efforts crumbled.
Whatever she used was simply beyond their scope of understanding, far outside the boundaries of mortal mastery.
Aura now floated before a perfectly stabilized Space.
There were no more explosions, no cosmic ruptures, no chaotic energy surges, nothing.
Silence reigned.
The Tear trembled faintly, as though alive and contemplating another reaction.
But Aura would never allow that.
Her first skill still lingered, binding the unstable zone beneath her dominion.
She snapped her fingers again, a soft sound that echoed like divine bell.
Instantly, the stabilized Space bent to her will once more.
It shattered like fragile glass, splintering into countless crystalline pieces before folding inward around her and the Tear, sealing both within a perfect chamber of inverted reality.
Aura walked forward slowly, her feet echoing upon the Void as though it were solid earth.
With each step, existence itself adapted to her presence.
She approached the Tear, stopping just a few meters away.
Her sky-blue eyes shimmered with fascination as she gazed at it.
Her ability allowed her to perceive every intricate detail, every hidden thread, every forbidden mechanism woven into its structure.
‘Beautiful,’ she thought to herself with genuine admiration.
‘I could reverse engineer it,’ she mused, a soft smile gracing her lips.
She could, if she wished, flip the Tear upon its axis and force a bridge that allowed their Galaxy to invade the Divinora Galaxy.
It would be easy for her.
But Aura Nova knew that was not the goal.
Her Galaxy was far from ready to launch an invasion.
Besides, the Divinora Galaxy might already be waiting on the other side, just as they themselves waited for the Angels.
With gentle confidence, her lips parted once more as she uttered: Omniedit: Command: Code Replication.
Mana trembled violently around her before bursting outward in a radiant wave, slamming into the Tear with apocalyptic force.
The Tear writhed, its essence shaking as though in agony, but Aura remained unmoved.
Gravity intensified around her as the Tear attempted to defend its secrets, but she merely reversed gravity back to normal with casual ease.
Within moments, Aura had replicated the Tear, its structure, its essence, its cosmic signature, its secrets perfectly.
At any moment, she could open a Tear of her own, linking it to any place she desired, so long as she held even the faintest connection to it.
With the Tear no longer holding any purpose, Aura spoke again: Omniedit: Command: Source Edit.
Another torrent of mana thundered into the cosmic sky, drowning the starlight overhead.
Her eyes glowed, flat and analytical, as she gazed the Tear she once admired.
It was no longer awe-inspiring.
She had seen through every secret it possessed; it held no further wonder.
Mana spiraled around her like a vortex, converging upon the Tear as it struggled fruitlessly.
With a single thought, her Source Edit bloomed into existence, rewriting reality at its most fundamental level.
The Tear shrunk by half in an instant, then half again, collapsing rapidly until it became a small, harmless portal floating above her palm.
Staring at the now-minuscule Tear, she activated Omniedit once more.
Instantly, the Tear transformed into a big piece of dry kibble.
A heartbeat later, Akira vanished from Aaaninja’s head, reappearing atop Aura’s instead.
She raised her hand and fed her cat a ‘simple and normal dry kibble,’ the remnant of a cosmic catastrophe now reduced to a mere snack for a cat.