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Chapter 312 Soul Art · Oct 09, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 Fluttered 2026-10-09
302 Chapter 302 One Clean Stroke 2026-10-09
303 Chapter 303 Shock 2026-10-09
304 Chapter 304 Vanish 2026-10-09
305 Chapter 305 Dream 2026-10-09
306 Chapter 306 Plans 2026-10-09
307 Chapter 307 Greedy Author 2026-10-09
308 Chapter 308 Swing 2026-10-09
309 Chapter 309 Physical 2026-10-09
310 Chapter 310 Ruthless 2026-10-09
311 Chapter 311 No respite 2026-10-09
312 Chapter 312 Soul Art 2026-10-09
313 Chapter 313 Betrayal 2026-10-09
314 Chapter 314 Sentence 2026-10-09
315 Chapter 315 Chance 2026-10-09
316 Chapter 316 Past and Future Stare 2026-10-09
317 Chapter 317 Defence Mechanism 2026-10-09
318 Chapter 318 Jabs 2026-10-09
319 Chapter 319 Wife hunting 2026-10-09
320 Chapter 320 Kiss 2026-10-09
321 Chapter 321 Obsessed 2026-10-09
322 Chapter 322 Just another reality 2026-10-09
323 Chapter 323: Inevitable 2026-10-09
324 Chapter 324: Solvani 2026-10-09
325 Chapter 325: Aldric 2026-10-09
326 Chapter 326: Vortex 2026-10-09
327 Chapter 327: Froze 2026-10-09
328 Chapter 328: Morvain 2026-10-09
329 Chapter 329 329: Pervy Sage (Jiraiyaʼs Brother?) 2026-10-09
330 Chapter 330 330: Abyssal 2026-10-09
331 Chapter 331 331: Solvani-2 2026-10-09
332 Chapter 332 332: Aldric-2 2026-10-09
333 Chapter 333 333: Vortex-2 2026-10-09
334 Chapter 334 334: Morvain-2 [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
335 Chapter 335 335: Pervy Sage-2 2026-10-09
336 Chapter 336 336: Abyssal-2 2026-10-09
337 Chapter 337 337: Flick 2026-10-09
338 Chapter 338: Grimoire 2026-10-09
339 Chapter 339: Personal Courier 2026-10-09
340 Chapter 340: One stone 2026-10-09
341 Chapter 341: Forgotten 2026-10-09
342 Chapter 342 342: What could they possibly give [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
343 Chapter 343 343: Insane feat [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
344 Chapter 344: Dine and Dash [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
345 Chapter 345: Netflix [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
346 Chapter 346: Unfeminist 2026-10-09
347 Chapter 347: Master Vs Student[Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
348 Chapter 348: Master Vs Student-2 2026-10-09
349 Chapter 349: Experience 2026-10-09
350 Chapter 350: Freedom 2026-10-09

Chapter 312 Soul Art

Everything had been undone, or rather, nothing had truly reversed.

Only Lucian had.

His restoration was absolute.

Mana surged around him, coalescing with renewed vigor.

His core, once lost, reformed seamlessly in its rightful place.

Power flooded his being, his energies reigniting, while his wounds knitted themselves shut at an astonishing pace.

Reality Anchor had never possessed the authority to rewrite existence on such a scale.

Originally, it was merely Space Anchor, its purpose limited, its function straightforward.

In essence, it was almost no different from Anthonyʼs Spatial Mark, a skill designed to etch a point in space, allowing its wielder to return to it at will.

There is a reason why Lucianʼs ability was not simply called Copy, but rather Absolute Copy.

Unlike others, when Lucian replicated an ability, he required no training to elevate it.

With each advancement in rank, every copied skill evolved alongside him, as though it were an intrinsic part of his being.

For most, increasing their skill control and damage demanded relentless effort, honing their techniques, refining their control, and ensuring balance.

Take Aaaninja, for instance, whose ultimate goal was to increase his mastery over the time element.

Lucian, however, was an anomaly.

He had no need for rigorous training or meditative discipline.

All he required was cultivation, nothing more.

The skill Null Field originally nullified only mana for a limited duration.

However, under the influence of Lucianʼs Absolute Copy, it underwent a transformation, elevated to the point where it could now nullify all forms of energy.

As Aaaninjaʼs skill was forcefully rewritten, a violent backlash surged through him.

His skin turned deathly pale for a fleeting moment before he erupted into a fit of bloodied coughs.

Yet, his reaction was swift.

Without hesitation, he activated Temporal Rewind, reversing the damage and restoring himself in an instant.

However, the sheer amount of mana required to manipulate Reality and Order was staggering.

Aaaninjaʼs breaths grew ragged, his movements sluggish, the weight of excessive mana expenditure taking its toll.

But Lucian was no exception.

He, too, had rewritten reality, and while the system assisted him, it did not exempt him from the price.

The overwhelming abilities they had wielded from the very start had drained their mana reserves to the brink of exhaustion.

Now, with little energy left to spare, even if they had more techniques at their disposal, they lacked the mana to unleash them.

Their gazes locked, intensity radiating from their battle worn forms, determination burning in their eyes.

Then, before Aaaninja could make a move, Lucian activated a skill.

[Cosmic Equilibrium]

A pulse of energy rippled outward, expanding in concentric waves that warped the very fabric of the battlefield.

Aaaninjaʼs expression darkened as the skill he had just activated was abruptly nullified, severed by Lucianʼs interference before it could take effect.

Cosmic Equilibrium granted Lucian the ability to enforce a state of perfect balance, stabilizing energy fluctuations and preventing any unnatural acceleration or deceleration of physical processes.

In that instant, techniques like Temporal Acceleration and Time Slow became utterly meaningless.

But it didnʼt matter to Aaaninja.

Without hesitation, he activated Temporal Cloning.

Lightning crackled around his body, surging through his veins like liquid power.

His senses sharpened to an uncanny degree, muscles coiling with raw tension, bones fortifying under the immense pressure, and veins pulsing with sheer energy.

Then, he leaned forward.

The ground trembled beneath him.

The air grew dense.

A silent storm of force coiled around his form.

And in the next instant, he vanished.

Like a comet tearing through space, he streaked forward, the world blurring into insignificance in his wake.

His sword gleamed, a streak of merciless silver, flashing straight for Lucianʼs chest.

But Lucianʼs reaction was just as swift.

Wind coiled around his body, weaving into his movements like an unseen current.

As Aaaninjaʼs sword closed in, its edge mere inches from his chest, Lucian sidestepped at the last possible moment, his motion precise, effortless.

The attack tore past him, missing by the slimmest margin.

Then,

BOOM

The earth fractured beneath the sheer force of the lightning infused strike, cracks spiderwebbing outward as the sword drove into the ground.

Pebbles and debris shot into the air, caught in the residual shockwave.

Aaaninja, unfazed, moved to follow up, his grip tightening, his sword beginning to rise.

But he never got the chance.

A foot came down, firm and unyielding.

Lucian had stepped onto Aaaninjaʼs blade, pinning it in place.

Then Lucian threw a punch, his fist ripping through the air with explosive force, the wind detonating around him as the strike shot forward.

But Aaaninja was prepared.

In an instant, he activated Temporal Shift, his figure vanishing from existence.

Lucianʼs punch tore through empty space, the sheer force of the missed strike unleashing a violent shockwave that sent dust and debris spiraling outward.

But Lucian did not hesitate.

His eyes flickered, his perception stretching beyond the ordinary, the world around him slowing to a near standstill.

Then, the wind beneath his feet coiled like a serpent, twisting and compressing.

And in the next moment, like a recoiling spring, Lucian shot forward, a blur of motion as he surged toward Aaaninjaʼs new position.

The Sword Intent on Lucianʼs katana surged, its intensity reaching a razor sharp peak.

But as he closed in, he activated yet another skill.

[Dimensional Lock]

Aaaninja, poised to vanish once more with Temporal Shift, suddenly froze in place.

Space itself had been sealed.

He couldnʼt phase out.

He couldnʼt escape.

His only option, defend.

Then, their Sword Intents collided.

The impact was cataclysmic.

A world ending eruption of power tore through the battlefield, distorting the air, fracturing the earth.

The very fabric of space trembled under the force of their clash.

But neither of them cared.

They were both on the brink, bodies weak, mana reserves nearly depleted, their strength stretched thin.

Yet, they had no choice.

They had to move.

And so, they did.

In a final, desperate clash, they blurred.

Lightning and wind clashed, flashing in a chaotic storm that tore through the battlefield, rending the world apart with every strike.

They moved like phantoms, streaks of light marking their paths, too fast for the eye to follow.

Before sound could even register their presence, they were already gone.

Lucian wielded his katana like an artist guiding a brush, each stroke deliberate, each motion an intricate masterpiece.

His movements were a silent waltz, elegant, deadly, and precise.

But Aaaninja was no less formidable.

His swordplay was a whisper of death, gliding through the air with the finesse of a master artisan.

Each swing carried a chilling finality, his every step a calculated maneuver, as sharp and decisive as the blade in his hands.

Their blades moved faster than sight could follow, silver streaks weaving a dance of annihilation.

Their speed tore through the fabric of reality, so intense that time itself seemed to fracture around them.

Each strike carved the air with lethal precision, leaving no openings, no room for retreat.

But as with all things, this battle, too, had to end.

Aaaninjaʼs blade shot forward, his technique honed to absolute perfection, an execution of mastery beyond flaw.

Yet, he froze.

Before realization could even dawn upon him, before his mind could register what had occurred,

Lucianʼs sword flashed forward.

Lucianʼs katana was a viper, striking before Aaaninja could even sense the impending doom.

[Soul Art: Soul Severance]

His blade left only afterimages in its wake, spectral remnants of death lingering in the air.

Then came the bite of steel.

Lucianʼs katana carved through both flesh and soul, a strike that transcended the physical, rending existence itself.

Aaaninja stood frozen, his eyes wide, his mind struggling to grasp what had just transpired.

Then, with a dull thud, his body collapsed to the ground.

His consciousness flickered, and faded.

Lucian stood over him, the remnants of battle still crackling in the air.

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A slow, victorious smile spread across his face.

He had won.

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