Chapter 184: [Genius]
The words of Paraluman's son was like that of a spear, it pierced through the supposed absolute mind of the creator, and she, for the first time, fell into contemplation, for indeed, she realized that in her subconscious, she hoped that her subsidiary gods that Paraluman calls her children, as well as their creations will let her watch something different, and no it's not "I hope my children will get away from the shackles of inevitability" its "I hope they give me something interesting".
Well, she was rookie at that time, someone that, one day just realized that she can create anything she wanted, and only when she lost all of her powers and became nothing but a cosmic battery did she gained a proper conscience, and only then did she willingly seek the temporary salvation of Pentateuch that almost got destroyed because of the war of gods and also of course, sought to break the time loop that mended the planet for enough time already, yet cannot be destroyed by her or the gods, because the one person she have bestowed time divinity used it instead to reverse back time again and again, until they got to a point were Paraluman needed to give up the last unique skill that resembles her omnipotence.
_But indeed, this is my fault, even though I was mostly unconscious at that time, this is no excuse..._
Paraluman chuckled as she opened her arms, on them was a clump of numerous numbers and letters, seemingly coming from every language to had ever existed in the two living planets of the Orion arm.
_Maybe I have also changed a little because of this "conscience" of mine._
Such were her thoughts, and as she thought of such, the clump of information shot outside the palace of Paraluman to the planet Pentateuch. The creator did not say anything but looked at Siginarugan.
"I will meet her after their fight."
Siginarugan sighed in relief. In truth, he was kind of fearful that he would get slapped out of existence, after all, even though Paraluman is weakened, she is still his mother.
"Thank you, mother, leave everything to Sophia, I promise you, you will see something other than the inevitable end."
Of course, Siginarugan won't let it show to his face; he's unlike his brother and subordinate, after all.
_I only have to hope that Sophia can do it, though it's really peculiar why she is replicating the previous time loop inorganically, even though there is the fact that that woman can't detect such things as long as it does not change the time frame of the time loop._
Siginarugan sighed, now, a little worry crept up to him.
_Will she really do something to my mother?_
He just remembered that Sophia touched her aunt.
Though again, that is not what's important right now, for after the situation de-escalated, Sinag and the god of streams went back to their seats as they restarted watching Sophia's fight, the god of the undead did so too.
_Oh, she immediately used it._
Siginarugan smirked.
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Back to the ruins, or one should say, nuclear ruins of the Kingdom of Stardust, Aerendil's eyes that slowly but surely glazed with confidence just a while ago looked at his opponent, in the air, her back arch violently that one would worry if it would snap in half with another inch of bending, her dress torn from shoulder down the waist as if she was molested, though they started to regenerate, finally, the King of elves saw half of her whole head, from face to the line being drawn upwards by the carotid arteries got blown off.
_What was that?_
Aerendil grew suspicious, just a moment ago, he was struggling to keep up to the more physically adept Sophia, making him at the receiving end of those punches, though he dodged or blocked them with absolute precision, causing Sophia's attempt to nuke his face fail despite their nuclear slugfest going on for so long, yet like Sophia decided to lag for a second, her eyes widened as she continued her confident glare towards Aerendil, causing him to instinctively punch out with all her might.
Aerendil, of course, cannot spare any second in any kind of binding attacks, thus he is so sure that that is not supposed to happen, unless Sophia became careless, something that the king of elves will never bank on in this juncture of the fight.
The time seem to freeze as Aerendil analyzed all of the possible plans of Sophia, thousands of possibilities started to surge out of his mind, however, without him even realizing it, hell even his [Unholy Rejection] nor his subconscious resistance failed to noticed the pink aurora that suddenly shrouded his mind, it was abrupt, it was a speed that cannot be even quantified by the word "instant", thus Aerendil's ideas that will serve as his blueprint for his counter attack got drowned with a flooding, single thought.
_This is normal!_
He did not question why he thought so, he just knew it was normal. He knew he was right, Thus Aerendil pounced upwards with great momentum, seeking to finally be able to destroy his enemy that already had her face repaired but was yet to land on the ground.
"Fucking finally."
Sophia muttered, and as she did, Aerendil's vision turned black, his eyes sizzled, and his nose smelt the odor of burning flesh, not only that, his mind cleared from all the pink aura that not even his priced creation [Unholy Rejection] can detect, immediately making his puzzled and dazed state that the king of elves noticed just about now to disappear.
Aerendil finally found himself imbedded to the ground, with spears of molten rock, viscous, yet hard enough to pin him from his eyes down to the back of his head, yet because of the spears' hotness, no blood flowed, causing the healing factor of Aerendil to not work, he also realized that his atomic magic was sealed, making him unable to grasp the atoms of his eyes to heal it.
His greatest power and greatest magic have both been destroyed, and just like that, the stalemate between Aerendil and Sophia that lasted for days has ended with his seemingly inevitable defeat.
_Shit, my mind just got so much clearer just now, so I was in a daze all those time and I think that my mind is clear... I was played._
Aerendil thought so as such, and in the clarity of his mind, all of the plans of Sophia finally became clear.
_So all of those things is just to stall for time, though I would not say that she can outperform me during those moments, from the moment she used her strategy for defeating Hebi on me and then the second magic spell showdown and the nuclear slugfest, all of it are so that she can just wait for something... she did not wait for that something to come to her before fighting me so that I won't be able to interfere with the matter of the main battlefield... because I was on a daze all this time and is too focused on her dark magic based illusion, I forgot that she can copy skills or abilities from other people, thus the matter regarding normal illusions was not able to be avoided and can only be resisted passively, taking advantage of the super advanced and pinpointed targeting of the [Unholy Rejection] to further make me anxious and divert my attention to the true details of her plans... as for what is that thing that Sophia waits for... I guess the answer is obvious._
The eyes, alongside the face of Aerendil continued to burn, yet the man himself cannot help but swallow bitter pill after bitter pills of realization, and indeed, as expected of the king of elves, he was able to deduce the trap he went in the moment the fight started, making Sophia who is looking at Aerendil, her eyes containing a tinge of blue praise her, even though she have just been simulating what Aerendil was thinking, the umpteenth second have just passed, and Sophia remembered the two super strong abilities of the unique skill [Genius], which even she found shocking.
[Notice: The great existence has lifted your restriction, causing you to gain the unique skill [Genius].]
[[Genius]: The skill closest to omnipotence, one can simulate reality with 100% accuracy and cause the wielder to not be quantified by time.
Abilities:
[Perfect Simulation]: Through this, the brain processing power of the wielder gets amplified to the point where one was able to see the future of a rock they upturned, whether it will be eroded or will be part of a mighty wall, the mana count of the individual is directly proportional to the time limit of the perfect simulation and inversely proportional to the heaviness of the past or future that is being simulated, the 100% certainty of the predictions will not be affected by these two elements.
[Unquantifiable by Time]: Time is relative, thus, objects can be quantified through it. This trait will be applicable to the wielder, your time will be relative, you are old, young, a baby, having intercourse, and eating at the same time. The only way to defeat time is through time.]
_So that's why I was not given such an overpowered unique skill right from the start, not only does the name doesn't suit the abilities, it will also either make the "guardian of time" notice me and kill me prematurely or my brain exploding on the spot because of the strain of [Perfect Simulation], though given that my father needed to convince that great existence to give me the unique skill, the true way to think of it is that my father let the great existence ban me from getting this unique skill to protect me from the "guardian of time"._
Sophia thought so, such an inference is something so easy for her, whether or not she has [Perfect Simulation], but the said ability made her able to deduce who this so-called "guardian of time" is, and oh boy, it was a woman.
_Ah, no, that's not what's important right now._
Sophia stabilized her thoughts just like that.
She noted that this world she was in right now is like she got within the undead prophet's [World Without Time], that really just means, word unquantifiable by time, and as she did, she noticed that the world, in her [Unquantifiable by Time] state, reflected by her blue colored pupils really looks like time stopped.
After a brief moment of observation, Sophia looked at Aerendil and smirked.
"There is only one thing left to do."
Such were Sophia's words as she left her [Unquantifiable by Time] state.
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All of such contemplation from Sophia happened, yet the time of Aerendil, who is currently still in a state of super time dilation is yet to move even a nanosecond, the man just finished his observation of what went wrong with his fight, and right now he devised spell after spells on how to get away in this situation, for he finally noticed that not only does the molten spikes imbedded on him is preventing his eyes from being able to regenerate and also seals his atomic magic, these accursed oversized nails also makes it so that his mana will be absorbed alongside his life force at a considerable rate.
_That thing, or shall we conclude the unique skill that she have been waiting for, probably given by her god seem to be able to amplify her brain processing power, to be able to apply the concept of my energy syphoning strings and upgrade it to the point of it being able to syphon my lifeforce too as well as to create a seal to block a whole new element of magic, like her troublesomeness is already not enough..._
Whilst Aerendil was musing, his breathing became continuously ragged due to the exhaustion and the increasing syphonation of his lifeforce, he felt weak by the second as if he was bleeding out in the middle of a cold, dark mountain, yet still, he refused to give up, and again, without him noticing, he thought of it as normal.
Well, everyone not wanting to give up despite the odds not being in one's side is normal, right?
He used all of his knowledge and created magic circles after magic circles on the ground, yes, it's normal for mages to be able to create such things, and Aerendil is no exception to the education of the basics before, all of the magnificent yet hastily made circle glowed and dimmed at the same time, after which they will be replaced with another set of circles that again glowed and dimmed, yet, as if fate itself is mocking Aerendil and jeering it for his end of the line is near, none of the magic circles worked, the syphoning continued as if the spears is a leech that seeks to suck him dry of his blood, causing frustration to well up the chest of Aerendil, however, as if to give the king of the elves a timely motivation or plunch him to the deepest pit of despair, a voice, beautiful yet ragged, soothing yet deadly whispered on his ears.
"Well, how does it feel to be outdone by a 'young person' you are oh so looking down upon just a few days ago?"
It was Sophia's voice, which contained on it is a baffling combination of loathing, pity, and mocking tones.