Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3550  The Need for Greatness! II

The need for greatness.

Every single being that was born, from the moment they could think…they aspired for greatness.

To do something grand with themselves.

Wealth. Power. Relationships.

Everyone held an innate need for greatness!

The Inheritor of the Megalos had such a need the moment they were born, they knew of a connection to distant and powerful weavings.

They knew they were meant for a great purpose.

They knew tremendous greatness waited for them as the Inheritor of the Megalos dedicated its entire weavings towards this!

Across Frequencies, all of its variations did the same.

To the point that when another Entity started imitating them, all of his weavings across frequencies came together to put a stop to it!

Because only he could be the Inheritor of the Megalos!

The Inheritor of the Great Beyonder!

And yet now, the weavings of the Great Beyonder were shattered.

They were called false.

The source that it held…could be obtained by another as instead of taking it, the other entity denied it!

They did not want it.

And to top it all off…

”A creature like you…will never have an ounce of greatness in all your eons of life.”

These words resounded again and again within its Source. Its source that was shaken already.

Its source that questioned itself as its weavings were shattered after being called false!

Its source that was denied by another. Its source was already buzzing with overlapping layers of other weavings across countless frequencies!

When such an impact and questioning of its very source bloomed alongside these layers weavings of other selves across frequencies…

CRACK!

When such an impact and questioning of its very source bloomed alongside these layers weavings of other selves across frequencies…

CRACK!

Something broke.

BOOM!

The pupils on the serpentine eyes of the Inheritor of the Megalos melted away entirely as its eyes became bathed with a pure crimson stellar brilliance.

Its weavings became distorted as the countless layers of fused selves became unstable!

In the eyes of others, its body trembled before it began to twitch, thousands of screaming faces then blooming and showing themselves over its skin as they variations of itself.

Each one seemed to be screaming and questioning as around it, Dark Matter erupted heavily before surging into the Inheritor of the Megalos madly, a terrifying sense of instability blooming from it!

Everyone watched this with utter shock and incredulity as they questioned…had the weavings of the Inheritor of the Megalos actually received such a major shock that they were collapsing and changing at this very moment?!

Ozymandias looked at the scene ahead with bright eyes as his Regnum burned unfathomably brighter.

He had never denied a Source before.

Today, his Quintessence made him deny the weavings of becoming an Inheritor as he did not look back on this decision.

And now, he looked at the Inheritor of the Megalos who began to seethe with instability- partly from his words and actions, as their weavings joined together from many others across the frequencies began to distort!

In the corner of his eyes, the figures of Persephael and…

ʼMcAllister?ʼ He thought of this name with bright eyes as he remembered the weavings of the father of Barbatos.

He had his daughter vacationing with him in the Purgatory Lands as her mission that eventually led to his entry into these lands barren of any authority…was none other than him!

Based on the weavings Barbatos had told him, even her father was merely following orders as if he was here right now…was it due to a level of guilt he felt in doing what he did?

Regardless of the reason why, there were answers to be obtained as to who exactly deemed it so that he should be sent to the Purgatory Lands, and how this would aid in the fruition of the Change that was still spreading out at this moment across Frequencies of Existence!

His eyes flashed brilliantly.

An anomaly with unstable weavings ahead of him whose body was tinged in a red color in his eyes, Persephael, McAllister, and the Faceless Lifeforms behind them all stood around him at this moment.

The many possibilities of how things would play out here were stupendous as his weavings moved- intent on finishing off the Inheritor of the Megalos and eat up the complex and unstable weavings it held!

As he did this.

There was another critical weaving occurring within the depths of the Megalos Ynnere.

In an isolated Truly Severed Domain born from none other than the weavings of the Singed that coursed through the Infiniverse Megalos.

Another part of him in the form of Noah sat on top of a sea of flames of the Singed, their purity and majesty dancing around him as they nurtured the very surrounding weavings to be richer.

At this time, space tore as a channel leading from the Expanse all the way into this domain opened, the figures of Tam and a new entrant covered in the allure of blue making their appearance.

Noah raised his head to look at her as from the weavings of Tam, he knew her to be a lowkey Watcher of the Wheelomachy!

And yet, she was actually a Singed under the guise of all her brilliance, her eyes dancing with blue flames as within their depths, he saw the golden flames of the Singed burning brightly.

It was a powerful Singed that seemed to know a lot more than Tam, her blue flaming eyes bright as she looked around this place with a sense of alarm!

She even bent down to touch the white gold flames of the Singed on the sea of flames below her as she became even more shocked at the purity of what she touched.

This stayed the same even when she raised her head and locked onto Noah, her eyes becoming utterly fixated on him as soon after…she showed confusion.

Genuine confusion!

She walked forward as she arrived in front of him and looked him up and down, even sniffing a few inches away before the confusion on her serene face became even heavier.

She stopped in front of him as she looked towards him and blinked before she asked in a questioning tone.

”…Sir, is that you?”

…!