At Anthony’s question, they all imdiately stopped joking around as wide smiles and grins appeared on their faces, their expressions shifting into sothing brimming with anticipation, an almost childlike excitent that could not be concealed.
"I will go first," Michael spoke, "with my current strength and upgrades, I feel sorry for those Angels," he smirked as he spoke, "Klaus will be surprised," his smirk turning into a grin as he added that final part, his tone filled with confidence.
Everyone turned their gaze to Michael and waited for him to explain and demonstrate what he had gained, after all, they were all curious about each other’s gains and boosts, and from the look on his face alone, it was obvious that whatever he had received was far from ordinary.
"I awakened a Primordial Physique called Origin Blade Body, which makes my body, aura, and even my existence a cutting phenonon," Michael started to explain, his voice steady yet laced with excitent, as he spoke, he activate the Primordial Physique for the very first ti, and imdiately everything around him was reduced to ribbons, the grass, the air, space itself, nothing was spared, everything within a certain radius was cleanly severed as though reality itself had been sliced apart.
And this wasn’t sothing he was actively controlling, it was rely a passive state he could deactivate anyti he wanted, it didn’t cost mana, stamina, or ntal energy, it required absolutely nothing, it simply existed as a natural extension of his being, an ever-present force.
"As you can see, the sword on my waist is gone, as I am now the sword," Michael spoke, his voice filled with pride, "although I don’t just cut space, I can cut ti, energies as well, and things like Fate, Destiny, regeneration, durability," his grin widened as he continued speaking.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they listened to Michael describe his absurd ability, it was simply too overpowered, too unreasonable, even Anthony himself couldn’t sever Destiny and Fate without relying on Authority Of Severance.
Michael’s blade had reached the threshold of being able to sever concepts themselves, sothing that should not have been so easily attainable.
"And that isn’t all," Michael continued effortlessly, as though he was only getting started, "my Origin Blade Body grants total mastery over Sword Intent, right now, my body is the embodint of Sword Intent itself," he stated calmly, yet the weight of his words was anything but light.
He didn’t just speak, he demonstrated, he slowly raised an arm, and as he did, his hand transford into pure Sword Intent, his human form seemingly vanishing in totality, replaced by sothing abstract, sothing conceptual. With that, he perford a lazy, almost careless swing, and the mont he did, an endless slash erupted outward, tearing through space, ti, earth, air, clouds, land, everything that existed within the Mirror Dinsion was cleanly severed as though it had never been whole to begin with.
Anthony’s eyes widened as he felt his Mirror Dinsion being split apart in real ti. This was the first ti sothing like this had ever happened, he couldn’t believe that Michael had actually severed it in half with nothing more than a casual, lazy motion of his hand. Anthony snapped out of his stunned state almost instantly as he forcefully took control of his Mirror Dinsion and repaired it, restoring everything before further damage could spread.
’How strong has this man gotten?’ Anthony thought to himself, a rare sense of disbelief surfacing within him as he compared this to what Spectre and the others had received, this level of enhancent was on an entirely different scale.
"And there is one last effect, or rather two," Michael spoke again, clearly not finished.
"There is more?" Anthony couldn’t help but voice out, his curiosity now fully ignited.
"Create a tree," Michael instructed.
Anthony imdiately complied, summoning a tree into existence without hesitation.
The mont the tree appeared, Michael didn’t move, he simply gazed at it, and instantly, the tree split apart into countless shards and splinters, as though it had already been cut long before it ca into existence. Without waiting for confusion to settle in, Michael explained, "my attacks no longer travel, they manifest as completed cuts. This ans I have eliminated the concepts of distance, travel, and even the act of swinging itself," he smirked, clearly proud of the sheer absurdity of it.
"And lastly," he continued, stretching out his hand slowly, and as he did, a hazy structure began to form within his grasp, it was long, shaped like a sword, yet almost entirely invisible, only faintly perceptible if one focused enough, "as I am now the embodint of the sword, I can summon the Concept of sword itself," he finished, his smirk ever-present.
"You are allowed to clap at my abilities, you know," Michael added with the enthusiasm of an overly excited child. And indeed, he had every reason to be excited, he had been obsessed with the sword since he was young, this transformation, this power, it was nothing short of a wet dream co true.
Nobody replied, they simply sighed, their reactions subdued not because they were unimpressed, but because what they had just witnessed was so ridiculous that words felt insufficient.
’Did I mistakenly turn my parents and grandparents into monsters in human skin?’ Anthony thought to himself, utterly speechless.
Before he could say anything, Collins imdiately stepped forward, unwilling to be overshadowed, "My turn," he said, his tone carrying an unusual level of eagerness.
"Unlike Michael, I received a Bloodline instead of a Physique, and it’s called the Divine Tempest Bloodline. Now, instead of wielding normal lightning, this Bloodline has elevated my lightning into Heavenly Judgent Lightning," Collins explained.
Silence fell once more.
No being in existence had ever been recorded wielding the direct power of the Heavens themselves, and yet Collins was stating it so casually, as though it were rely an upgrade.
Collins’ aura seeped outward, bleeding into the environnt, and the mont it did, the sky above responded violently, rumbling with thick, oppressive Heavenly fury, as though the Heavens themselves had acknowledged his presence, as though they stood ready to unleash destruction at his command upon anything that dared oppose him.
With just his aura alone, he could influence, manipulate, and command the Heavens themselves.
"Also, my attacks no longer rely on position, location, or coordinates. As long as a being is recorded beneath the Heavens, my attacks will strike based on existence itself, ignoring everything else. Even if soone creates countless clones, my attack will bypass them all and strike the true body. Even if they die and attempt to leave their soul behind for resurrection, my lightning will continue to strike their soul until they are completely erased from the records of the Heavens, ensuring true death," he explained, his smirk subtle yet filled with confidence.
"And distance is aningless to as well. If I had sufficient power at this very mont, I could strike down whatever God the Angels serve without needing to bridge any gap," he added calmly, as though stating a simple fact.
"Furthermore, my Heavenly Judgent Lightning does not rely attack the physical body or essence, it targets existence itself," he continued, "and lastly, I can paralyze intents and wills, allowing to interfere with others at the most fundantal level," he concluded.
Everyone stared at him in stunned silence as he listed one absurd ability after another, each more unreasonable than the last. Anthony couldn’t help but question everything in that mont, had his parents and grandparents truly surpassed him without him realizing it?
At this point, he felt like the normal one, while they were the cheating ones.
’Who exactly is the reincarnated one with a system here?’ Anthony thought to himself.
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