Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3492  Singed! II

As Noah grasped the ongoing changes, he waved his hands up and asked calmly.

”What does it mean to you to be a Singed?”

A simple enough question was asked as Tam raised his upper body and replied with clear eyes.

”To be Singed is to be freed. To look past existence and what is good or evil. What is right and what is wrong. To only observe and ensure the flow of the Wheel of Existence when needed to. I joined the service of the Wheelomachy because they closely sought something like this. As a Singed, there is no outlined purpose or path for one to take, and the only thing you need to do is exist. By simply existing as someone burned by the Flame of the Wheel, things will naturally unfold around you, and you will become entangled if ever the flow of weavings requires assistance to keep the Wheel turning.”

…!

”My flow of weavings were entangled with Sirs precisely because it seems at this moment in time, the flow of the weavings of the Wheel are not as they should be. Things have gotten chaotic. For my old weavings to collapse and be reborn here simply means I am where I need to be in order to aid in the restoration of the smooth flow of the Wheel.”

”...”

His words were filled with absolute confidence as he spoke, Noah tapping the side of his throne as beside him, the Infiniverse Megalos Body had a calm expression.

”Is that right?”

A question and a statement that didnʼt need an answer.

Noah gazed out towards his plots of farms as at the very center, saplings were already blooming and radiating a heavy glow of complexity- their progression being extremely fast as soon enough, they would bear fruits.

The cultivated severed weavings bathed in the Blood of Pioneers could only bear fruit that should allow for multiple severings once consumed- and this would allow for continued elevation of complexity while satisfying Noahʼs dream!

But he looked at the growing saplings as he thought of the words of Tam.

The flow of the Wheel.

For one to be where they need to be, or where they should be.

There was no outline or set path for one to take or follow, but they would inevitably be entangled in some way if ever the flow of the Wheel was off and needed to be set back.

Noah looked out at the brilliance all around him as he felt like he was constantly struggling against this.

The singular struggle ever since he began as a hunter on that blue planet.

The struggle of control. Of Choices. Of freedom.

He didnʼt like it when it felt like there was an invisible hand steering things forward!

The words of Tam said otherwise as he stated that one was not given a set purpose or path to follow, and that simply by existing, they would be entangled in a way that eventually…they may play a part in restoring the flow of the Wheel!

The flow.

”The flow…”

HUUM!

He uttered two words as in his body, the weavings of the Singed entirely became Severed and free of influence, golden flames burning around him as the ancient air he radiated only became more intense.

Before him, Tamʼs back was slightly bent as if he could sense the opposition in Noahʼs words, and he spoke out slowly.

”The flow does not necessarily mean a predestined path that has to be followed. What many do not understand regarding order and chaos is that they believe the flow of the Wheel is the maintenance of stability and order. Even the Watchers of the Wheelomachy have a similar ideology. As a Singed, we know this to not be true. Order and chaos are simply part of the flow of the Wheel. The Change currently unfolding is not something to be scared of as it should also be part of the flow, part of the turn of the Wheel. A period of chaos before a period of order. Or even a period of prolonged chaos- none of us truly know. But nobody is forced to follow a particular destiny of order or chaos. Nobody. Sir can even look within the depths of your Flame and feel. There, you can observe that at any moment if you so choose, you can disperse the flame that makes you Singed.”

WAA!

Noahʼs eyes were placid as he looked within the depths of his existence.

The flickering golden flame in a Mundi of Power that had just bloomed!

At its depths, this flame had a center that seemed indestructible, and yet if Noah so chose, a mere thought from him could collapse it.

And everything about it would fade away.

The Flame of the Burnt Ones.

The Singed who were touched by the Flame of the Wheel of Existence!

Noah was now one of these beings as he didnʼt have some austere flame smash into him and burn him, but retrieved and took the weavings of a Singed himself before he severed them away from Existence.

And now, he would be involved in even more Entanglements that involved the flow of the Wheel of Existence.

The closer one was to the Wheel, the more Entanglements there would be. Simply because they knew the language. They could more easily go with the flow. But they all also had a choice…to not be involved!

In that case, another entity would be entangled for the sake of the flow of the Wheel. ”...”

Noahʼs weavings burned silently as he finished his thoughts.

The struggle of influence and control…seemed to be getting more and more complex!

As a Flame burned around his body, his eyes became ever so brighter as he gradually came to a realization.

The Severed Weavings of Causality burned.

Uncertainty and Relativity burned!

Destiny burned!

He came to a realization that if he wished for a level of extreme control over his weavings without any influence or bursts of causality, he would have to not interact with others at all.

To isolate himself and do absolutely nothing.

If he closed up shop and retreated to Hell Terra Firma without worrying about what Bob left behind. What the Change meant for all Frequencies, or who the Faceless Entities were…he could effectively isolate and cut himself off of all these possible weavings!

Whenever he continued interacting with others, a level of outside influence came as he would have to make choices.

Like the choice to agree to Bobʼs request and enter the line descending from the First Watcher.

This choice led for him to Dream in order to enter the Palaces of Wheelomachy, and he now became entangled with Faceless Entities and even held another System of Existence due to it…and not even an hour had passed!

If he didnʼt isolate himself and not bother with anything, how would this affect his own complexity? If he continued to interact with the weavings and flow of the Wheel…how would this continue to affect his complexity?!