MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 913: Four Versus Five

Chapter 913: Four Versus Five

"Mr. Klaus, due to the current situation of the Acarnis Galaxy, we can’t hold such an event," Zachary explained calmly. "After all, a battle can be held at any ti, but we never know when the Divinora Galaxy will make its move."

He wasn’t afraid of battle, far from it. However, unlike many others present, he carried heavier responsibilities on his shoulders. There were things he had to prioritize, matters that extended far beyond personal excitent or the desire to clash with powerful opponents.

Although he hadn’t seen Klaus or Amara at the galaxy-wide eting, Zachary was certain they were already aware of everything. After all, Amara had casually ntioned the battle against the Angel only monts ago, a clear sign that they were fully inford of the broader situation.

Klaus’s eyes shifted toward Zachary. He stared at him for a brief mont before letting out a slow sigh. To Klaus, the incoming war was nothing more than child’s play, sothing hardly worth worrying about. Still, he understood the plight of others, especially those burdened with responsibility.

’Maybe I should just go to the Divinora Galaxy and wipe out every living being there,’ Klaus thought lazily. ’Then destroy the Galaxy itself and their stupid God... that should solve everything, right?’

The solution ford instantly in his mind, simple and brutally efficient.

"I know what you’re thinking," Amara’s voice ca from the side, calm yet firm as her golden eyes fixed on Klaus. "Don’t even think about it."

Klaus paused, then smiled faintly and shook his head. "I guess I won’t," he said lightly. "It seems you really do know

too well."

He wasn’t wrong. Amara had been his wife for millennia. It would have been strange if she didn’t know what he was thinking at monts like these. If anyone else had understood the exchange between the two of them, they would have choked on the sheer absurdity of it all.

Klaus’s gaze then shifted toward Michael. "You’ve gotten stronger again," he said, genuine interest flickering in his eyes. "I look forward to our next battle."

Michael simply nodded in response, a small smile forming on his face. There was nothing more to say. Words were unnecessary between them. When the ti ca, they would et, and they would fight.

"Let’s go, Dad. We’ve wasted too much ti," Vega spoke from the side with a sigh.

Klaus nodded. Vega had already inford him that they intended to use one of his separate planes. Without another word, he raised a hand and waved it casually. Reality and space rippled like the surface of calm water disturbed by a single drop, and a portal tore open before them. Holding Amara’s hand in his, Klaus stepped through without hesitation, Amara following beside him just as silently.

"Tsk... they didn’t even wait for their daughter," Vega clicked her tongue as she muttered under her breath.

"Why are you so angry when you’re the one holding my hand?" Anthony’s voice ca from the side.

Vega turned toward him, then smiled faintly. Without a word, she placed her hand in his. Together, they stepped through the portal. One by one, everyone followed, passing through the distortion in space as they headed toward the battlefield.

Aura Nova appeared in the sky as she stepped out of the portal. White clouds surrounded her as others floated nearby, their gazes fixed downward at the new place they had arrived in.

"So this is the separate plane," Aura Nova murmured quietly as she looked around.

The environnt stretched endlessly before her. No matter how far her gaze traveled, she couldn’t see its end. Below her, trees rose hundreds of ters into the air, as though reaching desperately toward the sky. Mountains towered far higher than any normal range, their peaks cutting into the sky itself. Vast oceans and winding rivers extended endlessly, mirroring the boundless sky above, while scorching deserts sprawled under the blazing sun.

There was nothing else beyond these features, no signs of civilization, no structures, no life aside from the natural world itself.

"They possess the sa endurance as planets and other Astra bodies, huh?" she murmured thoughtfully.

Raising her arm, Aura Nova flicked a finger. With that single, casual motion, the air exploded. Space itself quaked as a terrifying wave of destructive force was unleashed, power sufficient to erase entire nations from existence in an instant.

When the attack reached the trees and mountains below, however, nothing happened. They didn’t shake. They didn’t crack. The leaves didn’t even rustle. Everything remained exactly as it was, as though the destructive force had never existed.

"...Interesting," Aura Nova murmured.

Her eyes glowed blue as she prepared to analyze the entire separate plane, already considering how she might replicate it later.

With a snap of Klaus’s fingers, various chairs made of condensed cosmic energy appeared before everyone. Without hesitation, they each took a seat, settling in as though this were the most natural thing in the world.

"So, how do we choose who goes first?" Rain asked as he sat down. Although he might have been the weakest among the older generation gathered there, it didn’t stop him from speaking up.

Everyone fell silent for a mont, seemingly deep in thought.

"Instead of overthinking it," Klaus said calmly, "we’ll pick numbers. When two numbers are called, those two fight. Once a pair appears together, that combination will never appear again."

"I’ll be number one," Anthony said with a calm smile.

"I’ll be number two," Aaaninja followed, his expression flat and unreadable.

"Three," Lucian stated next, sitting back with quiet anticipation, as though he couldn’t wait for the battle to begin.

"Four," Aura Nova said, though her eyes remained focused on sothing, or rather, sowhere, far beyond the imdiate surroundings.

"Number five," Kingsley added, sitting down with his usual composed deanor.

With that, the numbers were decided without issue. After all, it didn’t matter who went first.

Klaus snapped his fingers again. Cosmic energy bent and twisted, forming a massive screen before everyone, displaying the numbers one through five. Without delay, the screen began flickering rapidly, shuffling through the numbers at blinding speed.

Suddenly, it stopped.

Two numbers glowed brightly.

Four versus five.

All eyes imdiately turned toward Aura Nova and Kingsley. Without missing a beat, both of them vanished from their seats, reappearing on the scorching desert below. The sun beat down on them endlessly, yet neither of them seed bothered in the slightest.

"The rules are simple," Klaus’s voice echoed calmly across the plane. "Give it your all. Fight with everything you have. Inflict critical injuries, crippling ones if you wish. And if you feel you can’t win without killing your opponent, then kill them. I’ll resurrect them myself."

Despite the casual ntion of death and resurrection, no one reacted. It wasn’t because they trusted Klaus. It was because trust was unnecessary. Every one of the five possessed their own thod of resurrection. Klaus might have shown himself to be stronger than everyone present, but strength alone did not equate to trust.

"Begin."

Klaus’s voice erupted like thunder. And with that single word, reality turned into a blur in Aura Nova’s and Kingsley’s vision.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Runs away.... don’t bla , bla my brain.