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As Aaaninja's eyes fluttered open, time itself seemed to momentarily halt, as if the universe recognized the significance of the moment.

Anthony's gaze met those eyes, unparalleled, mesmerizing, and in that instant, a single word echoed in his mind.

MAJESTIC.

His own gemstone blue eyes, often admired for their brilliance, now felt unremarkable in comparison to the sheer radiance before him.

A stirring emotion surged within his chest, creeping through him like an unbidden tide.

Envy.

Before the Starborn Competition, Anthony had never experienced such a feeling.

And yet, here he stood, consumed by it once more, directed at the same person.

The first time had been upon hearing his name.

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos.

Seriously, who the fuck bore such a name?

It was as if he had been destined, no, engineered, to inherit the very fabric of the universe itself.

And now, the eyes.

Anthony felt utterly lost within them, as if his very soul had been ensnared.

In their depths, he relived his entire first life, his birth, the orphanage, his death, and even his reincarnation, all flashing before him in an endless cycle.

These eyes, breathtaking in their brilliance, held all seven colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, flowing seamlessly like liquid light.

Yet within each radiant hue, delicate numbers were inscribed, forming the intricate face of a clock.

Dazzling. Enigmatic. Mesmerizing.

They shimmered with an unearthly beauty, as if embodying the very essence of time, an eternal waltz of light and destiny.

The irises, akin to celestial gemstones, shifted in a hypnotic rhythm, their depths swirling with the mysteries of existence itself.

They were neither mortal nor divine.

Yet, they held an allure beyond comprehension, transcending the very fabric of reality.

To gaze into them was to stare into infinity.

This set of eyes bore a name, one etched into the annals of creation itself.

THE EYES OF GENESIS.

The Eyes of Genesis granted Aaaninja an array of formidable abilities, the foremost being increased mastery over his time abilities.

Fixing his radiant gaze upon Anthony, Aaaninja maintained his ever present smile before speaking, his voice laced with an unsettling calm.

"You're the first to make me open my eyes. And I sincerely hope you can still keep up… now that I have"

He did not wait for a response. He simply took a step.

Anthony instantly sensed the shift in the air, an imperceptible distortion rippling around Aaaninja.

His instincts screamed at him to move, to react, to prepare for whatever was coming.

But he couldn't.

His body refused to obey.

Not a single muscle twitched.

He couldn't move.

Not his arms. Not his legs. Not even the slightest flicker of a finger.

Only his mind remained free, spiraling in realization.

Aaaninja had done the unthinkable.

He had frozen time.

[Temporal Halt]

Aaaninja's command over time had reached a level beyond comprehension, allowing him to freeze the very flow of existence, stopping everything in its tracks for a limited duration.

Ordinarily, this ability would have been insufficient to bind someone of Anthony's caliber.

His mastery over energy, perception, and sheer force of will would have rendered such a technique ineffective.

But with The Eyes of Genesis amplifying Aaaninja's dominion over time, the difference was undeniable.

It was enough.

Anthony remained frozen, his body locked in place, powerless before the overwhelming force of absolute time control.

Tap.

Aaaninja's footstep echoed across the battlefield.

He did not rush.

He did not slow down.

He walked with his usual, unhurried stride, each step a silent declaration that Anthony would not break free.

Aaaninja arrived before Anthony, his sword raised high, its pristine steel gleaming under the frozen sky.

Anthony's mind raced.

If he couldn't move his body, then perhaps, space.

But the moment he reached out to it, he realized the truth.

Even space itself had been frozen.

Aaaninja's control was too precise, too absolute.

Time and space were his to command.

The blade descended.

Anthony could do nothing but watch.

With a sharp, whistling swish, the sword cleaved straight through him.

But, no blood spilled.

No body fell.

Aaaninja's blade had struck nothing but empty air.

And then, in an instant, Anthony reappeared.
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A short distance away, standing firm, his gaze locked onto Aaaninja, the one who had almost decapitated him.

Although space itself was frozen, Anthony had long since prepared for such a scenario.

Scattered throughout the battlefield were Spatial Marks, anchors imprinted onto reality itself.

No matter what constraints were placed upon space, these marks allowed him to, bypass all restrictions, and teleport freely.

Aaaninja's head slowly turned toward him, his expression unfazed.

Then, he spoke once more, his voice carrying an eerie certainty.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me"

As he spoke, the numbers and colours within his Eyes of Genesis pulsed with an ethereal glow, shimmering like cosmic symbols.

"I hope you can survive this"

The final word left his lips, and he was gone.

[Temporal Shift]

Aaaninja moved through time itself.

Reality blurred, and before Anthony could fully register the shift, Aaaninja was already beside him, his movement transcending even thought, as if he had bypassed causality itself.

Without wasting even a nanosecond, Aaaninja's blade flickered toward Anthony's leg, an attack so fluid, so precise, that it seemed absolute.

Anthony reacted instantly, moving to block.

But the sword was already gone.

A silver arc carved through the air, and before Anthony could fully process the shift, a thin slash tore across his stomach.

The wound barely had time to exist.

Infinite Regeneration mended the gash the moment it appeared, restoring flesh and muscle as if it had never been touched.

But Anthony knew, he couldn't afford to take another hit.

His irises gleamed as he reactivated All Seeing Eyes, gazing into the immediate future.

He saw it.

Aaaninja's next sword strike, a fatal one.

Anthony reacted instantly, his blade moving to intercept, executing the perfect parry.

But the attack never arrived.

Instead, a devastating knee rocketed toward Anthony's temple, like a sledgehammer striking with pinpoint precision.

The future he saw… never happened.

Instinct took over.

Teleport.

Anthony vanished in a flash, reappearing at another point on the battlefield.

But Aaaninja was already there.

His fist was already in motion, driving toward Anthony's gut with inhuman accuracy, as if he had known exactly where and when Anthony would arrive.

This time, Anthony didn't teleport.

He phased.

His body flickered like an illusion, passing through the attack as if he were a ghost.

Anthony's mind spun.

The first time, the fatal sword strike never came.

The second time, Aaaninja anticipated his teleportation.

And then it clicked.

'The future I see doesn't happen… but the one he sees does'

His foresight had failed him twice.

But Aaaninja's?

It didn't fail.

'He's seeing through multiple parallel realities at same time'

Anthony's Divine Intelligence functioned with razor sharp precision, processing data at a speed beyond normal speed.

His mind pieced together the truth, something most wouldn't even dare to imagine.

And he was right.

This was another terrifying ability bestowed by The Eyes Of Genesis.

Aaaninja called it, [Omniscient View]

This ability allowed him to perceive multiple parallel realities at once.

In each of these realities, events unfolded differently, and Aaaninja could see every possible outcome.

He wasn't just predicting the future, he was choosing which version of reality would manifest.

But there was a price.

[Omniscient View] drained an enormous amount of mana.

Tapping into something beyond his control came at a steep cost, making it a double edged sword.

Worse still, once activated, there was no turning it off.

To deactivate [Omniscient View], Aaaninja would have to close his eyes for a full week before he could reopen them again.

While Anthony saw only one future, Aaaninja saw countless.

But in the end, it didn't matter.

No matter how many futures Aaaninja could perceive, they all collapsed into a single reality: the present.

And in the present, it all came down to speed.

It didn't matter if Aaaninja could see a billion years ahead, it was meaningless if Anthony could still outrun the moment.

With that thought, Anthony moved.

Mana surged, responding to his will, lightning crackled into existence.

Bolts of raw electricity coursed through his muscles, brain, spine, and nervous system, amplifying every function to its limit.

Neural pathways ignited.

Reflexes sharpened.

Thought accelerated.

Anthony wasn't just enhancing his body.

He was becoming lightning itself.

Anthony's hand shot sideways, defying fate itself as he met Aaaninja's sword with cataclysmic force.

The moment their weapons clashed, the battlefield shattered.

A shockwave, as if birthed from a dying star, erupted across reality.

The world burned.

Sword Intent howled like a rampaging storm, tearing through the air, splitting the earth, distorting the heavens.

But none of it mattered.

Anthony's speed soared beyond limits.

His attacks, once swift, became blinding.

His strikes, once heavy, became crushing.

Every collision against Aaaninja sent ripples through existence itself.

And yet, Anthony only moved faster.

Lightning crackled violently, splitting the battlefield apart.

Ravines tore through the earth, the very weather distorted, bending under the sheer force of their clash.

For the first time, Aaaninja struggled to keep up.

A thin slash appeared on his forehead.

It vanished an instant later.

Another gash tore across his back.

Then his sides.

Anthony's speed kept increasing, faster, heavier, deadlier.

Injury after injury stacked upon Aaaninja's body.

But it didn't matter.

With a mere flicker of his Eyes of Genesis, time reversed.

His wounds vanished as if they had never existed.

He rewrote reality like it was nothing.

Although Aaaninja could see the futures, he couldn't react to them.

Not yet.

Until, he spoke.

[Time Acceleration]

In an instant, his speed erupted.

Aaaninja's blade met Anthony's head on, the sheer impact sending shockwaves ripping through the battlefield.

Steel clashed against steel, each collision detonating like thunder.

They streaked across the field, their movements blurring, tearing through space itself.

Dust surged.

Debris rocketed skyward.

The very terrain warped beneath their overwhelming weight.

Reality trembled beneath them.

They moved in perfect sync, their swords drawn together like magnets, a clash of forces too immense to be stopped.

Each strike rang out like a tolling bell, not just announcing battle, but heralding the collision of two unbreakable spirits.

Speed blurred into instinct.

Instinct sharpened into precision.

Their battle intent intensified, saturating the battlefield like an unrelenting storm.

But then, something changed.

Aaaninja's body froze mid strike, an imperceptible halt, a mere fraction of a second.

But that was all Anthony needed.

Like lightning splitting the heavens,his blade moved, swift, decisive, ruthless.

One clean stroke.

A flash of steel.

Aaaninja's head separated from his body.

It tumbled to the ground, eyes wide with shock, disbelief etched into his very soul.

He hadn't seen it.

He hadn't foreseen his own death.