MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 1023: Vita Energy

The other nineteen Angels stared, stunned and shocked, as Irene refreshed their memory of how dangerous she truly was. They couldn’t exactly understand how Irene had killed one of them; they simply couldn’t comprehend it.

The method Irene had used to kill the Angel was through her own self-created, so-called battle technique.

Crimson Irene was a healer, the greatest across multiple races, and if there was one thing she understood more than any other person, it was the physical body and how it functioned. A healer could never truly reach the absolute peak of healing without understanding precisely what they were healing in the first place... that was simply impossible.

The green energy around her fingers when she touched the Angel was her innate healing energy that came with her class. She called it Vita Energy, as she didn’t want to call it Vitality Energy, because she felt that name was far too basic and unimaginative.

Through this Vita Energy, she could achieve healing at a far greater level than what even genuises could dream of. And with someone of Irene’s level, just as she could effortlessly heal a body, she could just as easily destroy it with nothing but a single touch.

This was why beings such as the Supreme Monarchs hated fighting one another, simply because they understood this particular truth. This reality was not limited to Crimson Irene alone, but extended to any healer who had basically reached their level.

After all, no Mana Ranker at the absolute peak would willingly surrender their body to a healer. What if the healer killed them? What if the healer secretly planted something inside their body? A whole lot of dangerous possibilities and uncertainties existed.

But still, people like the Supreme Monarchs understood that they had no real choice. Their healing potions were finite, and their healing resources were equally finite. If they burned through them all simply because of fear and paranoia, then what would happen on a battlefield or in a dire situation where Crimson Irene didn’t exist? Any permanent injury would inevitably lead to a drop in battle prowess and possibly even a fall in mana rank.

The most terrifying part about Crimson Irene’s Vita Energy was that she had trained it to such an absurd level that she could now bypass most conventional restrictions. After all, the dead Angel had been covering his body with Faith Energy, yet Irene’s Vita Energy had bypassed it as though it didn’t even exist.

Irene was about to move, but before she could, she suddenly felt her speed plummet as though she was now nothing more than a normal person. She didn’t need to think for long to understand that a debuff type spell had been cast upon her. The next moment, a massive hammer closed in from the side, tearing violently through the cosmic air barrier as it rushed toward her ribs.

Irene gritted her teeth. Her teleportation skill had a three-second cooldown per use, and it had only been two seconds since she had last used it. Without missing even a single millisecond, she channeled every bit of mana she possessed into defending against the target of the incoming attack.

And with bone-crushing force, the hammer, empowered with overwhelming Faith Energy, thundered against Irene’s ribs, the sound detonating outward as though a massive war drum had exploded in everyone’s ears.

Irene felt her mana defense shatter instantly, the force behind the attack simply too great to resist. Then the hammer sank deeper into her ribs, the sound of bones and flesh being crushed and torn apart echoing through the void like a brutal symphony of injury and scars. Inertia immediately took hold as Irene was violently hurled backward with even greater momentum than before.

Irene’s mind erupted in pure pain. This wasn’t just ordinary physical pain; it had touched her very essence now. The Faith Energy from the hammer attack was dealing devastating damage from within her existence itself. The next instant, her body slammed into a distant planet, but the momentum was so immense that her body tore straight through it, the entire planet imploding violently upon impact.

Irene’s body then lunged into a nearby star, which cracked under the force of her crash landing. She felt every single part of her body ache and scream in agony, her voice nearly erupting from her throat. After all, she wasn’t accustomed to enduring this level of pain. She desperately wanted to scream, as all her brain could process at that moment was nothing but pain and more pain. But she gritted her teeth and bit down on her lips, forcing the scream back from wherever it was about to emerge.

Her innate regeneration kicked in, healing every bloodied injury almost instantly. Without hesitation, she tapped into her Vita Energy as she began healing her essence without missing a beat, the damage to her body and essence disappearing rapidly.

But that wasn’t all. Irene knew that she would inevitably suffer another devastating injury, and due to her relatively low pain tolerance compared to true battle-hardened warriors, she might collapse or faint from the sheer intensity of the pain before even receiving the next attack.

With that realization, she acted immediately. Her Vita Energy surged violently within her, rushing toward her brain as she immediately destroyed the parietal lobe of her brain, which was responsible for the general localization of pain. Then she destroyed her insula, which was responsible for the emotional suffering associated with pain, and finally her thalamus, which served as the primary relay center for pain signals.

With these three parts of her brain destroyed, she had solved her immediate problem.

But that didn’t mean she would remain unaware whenever she was injured. Her Vita Energy could detect injuries the very moment they were inflicted, whether they affected her physical body or her essence. She no longer needed to feel pain in order to know that she had been wounded.

But before she could even climb out from the star she had been hurled into, another Angel was already on the move. The Angel appeared beside a nearby sun, her golden armor-plated foot striking it with mind-numbing force and unimaginable power. And with utterly ridiculous ease, the sun tore free from its gravitational orbit and rushed toward Irene as though it were nothing more than a casually kicked soccer ball hurtling across an open field of cosmic darkness.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Super gifts? Golden tickets?