Novel Full Chapter 749: Amelia VS Laplace
Chapter 749: Amelia VS Laplace
The sky was chaos.
Thunder rolled above as Zeus clashed with the Ancient Dragons.
Every strike lit the heavens. Every roar shook the ’World’ below.
But Amelia had no time to look up.
Her battle was here. Against Laplace.
The sea trembled beneath her feet.
Her power flooded the world around them, turning everything into shifting water and rippling light.
Yet, no matter what she did, Laplace stood there without a single wound.
She launched another wave of force, weaving Reality Illusions and bending Time branches to strike from every angle.
Even the Blood of Fallen ■ twisted and screamed through the floating sea as she forced it downwards.
But nothing worked.
Laplace walked through it like it was wind brushing his clothes.
Amelia’s expression tightened.
“How… how is he so strong?”
No, that wasn’t the right question.
“Why can’t I use my powers properly?”
That was the real problem.
She had the abilities of a Supreme and the Blood that had terrified gods.
Yet right now, she was no different from a child trying to pilot a war machine without knowing how.
“Amelia!”
A voice called out, snapping her back.
She turned and saw Percival.
He was barely standing, blood dripping from his mouth.
His eyes were still closed, burned out by whatever power he had used earlier.
He grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Stop holding back!”
“What do you mean? I’m not—”
“You are! You are saving your po—” he coughed, hard, splattering blood across his chin. Still, he didn’t stop. “Stop saving your powers! The reason he hasn’t used his World isn’t because he is looking down on you. It’s because he can—”
Before he could finish, a shadow fell over them.
A wave of black water, thick like tar, crashed down.
Amelia turned, eyes widening.
Laplace stood on the crest of the wave, his arm raised, his grin wide.
The tsunami hit before she could react.
She tried to form a barrier of pure water, but the black surge shattered through it.
The force sent her spinning through her own sea, and when she stabilized herself, Percival was gone.
“Percival!”
Her voice echoed through the endless blue.
No answer came.
She could feel his faint life force, but it was distant, buried somewhere under the churning water.
She wanted to go after him. But she couldn’t.
Laplace was already standing in front of her again, his presence pressing down like a mountain.
If she lost focus, she would die. And if she — the only person who could fight Laplace died — then all of them would die.
She clenched her fists, forcing herself to breathe.
Still, her mind replayed his words.
’The reason he hasn’t used his World isn’t because he can… what?’
Could it be that Laplace “cannot” deploy his Supreme World?
That didn’t make sense.
But the way he was fighting… it was too restrained for someone of his level.
He was using strength and techniques, not pure World suppression.
If he could use his World, she’d already be dead.
Laplace noticed the hesitation in her eyes.
He frowned.
’Seems like she found out about it.’
Laplace clicked his tongue and attacked with more ferocity.
However, he kept glancing around.
’Where is that assassin bastard?’ Laplace thought.
That assassin was dangerous.
It was why Laplace killed him instantly upon arriving.
Despite how wild Laplace acted, every move he made was planned.
He’d killed Felix instantly when the battle started as he knew how dangerous Felix could become if left alive.
Now, something was hiding Felix from his perception.
’It’s that Fate guy. He’s covering it up,’ Laplace thought.
He tried to target Percival again, but every time his power moved that way, something interfered.
Amelia wasn’t even aware of it, but her energy kept forming barriers around Percival.
They were automatic, reacting to every attack aimed at him.
’Tch. The Water Supreme left a [Technique Spirit] inside her to protect the Fate brat. That woman was always too cautious.’
Laplace was about to unleash another wave of destruction when Amelia suddenly spoke.
“You were a Supreme before.”
“….”
“…And now you aren’t. What happened to your Supreme World?”
Laplace’s expression darkened.
He said nothing, but the tension in his jaw gave away his annoyance.
“You can’t access it, can you? That’s why you haven’t used your World.”
“So what?”
Laplace sneered, his eyes narrowing.
“What difference does that make? Even without my World, I can crush you with a flick of my hand.”
But Amelia didn’t look scared anymore.
For the first time, she seemed calm.
She tilted her head slightly, like she was listening to someone whispering. Then, she straightened her back and took a deep breath.
Something shifted in the air.
Laplace noticed it immediately.
The sea stilled. The sound of crashing waves disappeared. Even the air felt different—thicker, heavier.
Amelia’s aura began to rise, glowing faintly blue.
The calm waves under her feet started trembling, and the air filled with pressure so heavy that even Laplace had to step back slightly.
She was no longer holding back.
All the power she had hidden until now—every ounce of strength given by the Supreme of Water—was being released.
Laplace narrowed his eyes. “So you’ve finally decided to get serious.”
Amelia didn’t answer.
She raised her hand, and the world around them shifted.
The sea turned smooth like glass, perfectly still.
When Laplace sent an attack of pure destruction toward her, the attack struck her chest directly, splitting her body in half.
For a second, Laplace thought it was over.
Then she snapped her fingers.
The shattered form of her body rippled like water, then dissolved into reflection.
Not just her body, the entire World dissolved into a reflection, and a new reality was born where she was unharmed.
Laplace frowned. “Petty tricks.”
“Maybe,” she replied, “but they work.”
She swung her arm, and the surface beneath Laplace reflected his image.
The reflection was attacked then suddenly; Laplace’s real body was hurled backward as a deep slash opened across his chest.
Amelia wasn’t attacking him directly.
She was attacking his reflection.
Laplace growled and lifted his hand. “You can’t win with mirrors.”
A pulse of black light exploded from his palm, consuming the reflection and the sea around him.
Everything the light touched dissolved.
Even the reflections of the waves vanished.
Amelia frowned but didn’t stop.
She moved both hands now, and a circle of water rose around her.
Each droplet contained countless mirrored worlds, each one glowing faintly.
“Water remembers everything,” she whispered. “And that includes your attacks.”
The droplets shone, replaying his previous destruction waves, only this time, reversed.
The destruction was returned to Laplace.
He raised his arm to block, but she snapped her fingers again.
“Freeze.”
The world stopped moving.
The river of time froze mid-flow, leaving everything frozen in place except Amelia herself.
The ripples in the air, the tiny sparkles of energy, even the fragments of Laplace’s destruction.
All stopped.
Laplace’s expression was still, his attack locked halfway.
Amelia slowly stepped toward him, lifting her hand. “This is the end—”
But before she could strike, cracks began to form in the frozen air.
Laplace’s power started leaking out again.
The time-freeze broke like glass, and his aura burst free, tearing the world open.
He grinned.
“You think time matters to me? Destruction doesn’t follow time.”
He clenched his fist, and the frozen fragments of time began to collapse.