Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3715: Endless Possibilities I

An entity right at the cusp of becoming a Primarch!

His power was immense, as complexity of this nature was not something that could be scaled in a short period of time.

And this was while Noah understood just how ridiculously fast his rise had been- from a Nascent Source-Bearer Complexity all the way to the High Complexity and High Purity of a Monad.

Even his True Source of Infinity, which was taking its required time to be Amalgamated into his existence… it was born with High Purity and High Complexity, as it did not jump to Limited Absolute Purity and Complexity.

It was too distant.

And even though Noah was ridiculously obscene…

ʼIt seems I am still not broken enough …ʼ

He shook his head with monarchical serenity as he kept the Infinite Bloom active.

He looked toward the gloriously powerful figure of Melodrass as his many bodies spoke while surrounded in the endlessly vast seas of blue.

”I warned you all to stop not too long ago, but you did not listen. What will you do now, O Melodrass? The Wheel of Existence itself has stepped on its path of advancement or failure, with either result meaning you get nothing. And me… I am even further from your reach. What will the weavings of the Dead True Source of Sonumortis Requiem do now?”

…!

A powerful entity was asked such a grand question in an endless sea of infinity, the instruments around him inviting endless death as he… closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest as if he were waiting for the beat of a heart!

But nothing occurred.

Not yet.

And while such Weavings of Existence unfolded.

In the depths of the True Frequency of the Singed…

Past the purest golden seas, in the very core where the Witness stood alongside the massive Wheel of Existence itself.

The figure of Ruination floated gloriously as thousands of strings continued to pull in shattered pieces of the Wheel.

There were more shattered pieces here than all frequencies combined, as they represented the broken remnants of the Wheels across their Breakings!

As she took in all these pieces, she also observed the distant core of the Wheel of Existence attempting another Transformation.

Potentially its last Transformation!

Near it, the figure of the Infiniverse Megalos Body could be seen, her hand reaching toward the Wheel and her gaze entirely focused on this transformation.

Noah floated near Ruination, and while she absorbed all remaining shattered pieces of the Wheel from Breaking to Breaking, she asked as her complexity surged up to a terrifying extent.

”Master, are we… part of the issue? Is our nature inherently made to lead things toward what we stand for? Apocalypses and Ruin?”

…!

Her crimson-gold eyes were hazy.

Ruin.

That was her identity.

That was her source.

And it seemed like she lived her meaning truly and freely, as everywhere she went, eventually, there would be Ruin!

Noah looked at the visage of Ruination with calm eyes as she continued.

”I know we were in the Prime Frequency of the End. I know its weavings are catastrophes and apocalypses. But… are our natures inherently geared to call ends and ruins wherever we go? Because we left our Prime Frequency of the End and traversed across the Wheel. You went to the Infinite Ravines. And somehow, Ruin was attracted to us. As if our very existence… as if your existence invites challenge.”

HUUM!

Her words felt like resonant hums and booms as Noah listened quietly.

He thought about such things much more than her as he replied in a calm voice at this moment.

”It is not just Ruin.”

Yes.

He knew himself.

And he was gradually gaining better and better understanding of himself.

”There is the weaving of Apocalypse itself within me.”

”Cataclysm, Entropy, Chaos, Destruction… for others, they have one such concept. And they are more than often isolated. They do not control something as intricate as the Infiniverse. I… I carry too much.”

…!

His weight.

His flow.

It was incomparably vast compared to others, as even Emperors and Kings simply ruled over lands.

His land… was unfathomably connected to him and his weavings, as at this moment, he had even connected his Living Wheel and the Infiniverse Megalos to countless quintillions of Channelers!

All of them… channeled through the Infiniverse Megalos and his Living Wheel.

And at this moment, The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence even began by taking all possibilities of beings across frequencies… and placing them in the True Frequency of Entropy.

In the True Frequency of Continuity.

His weight… was becoming even bigger.

His gaze held a sense of serenity that simply was, as he shook his head and continued.

”But more than that… I hold the weavings of the Protagonist.”

BOOM!

Inside of his eyes, golden brilliance pulsed silently.

Another part of his definition.

Something he declared himself.

”I always moved and declared weavings of my existence as I wished without worry of consequences, because what consequences could there possibly be for having the Weavings of the Protagonist?”

What possible negative could there be?!

But Noah was slowly coming to learn.

With every choice, weavings proliferated madly.

With every action, there was a reaction.

Consequences.

”I have made my declarations, and I cannot take them back. I can never deny Apocalypse. I can never retract Chaos or Cataclysm. I cannot declare that I am not the Protagonist. I… do not want to. But my declarations… my being and very weavings of Existence are beginning to affect far too much the more complex and pure I become to them.”

…!

A consequence of his being.

His distinctions… truly unfolded and affected the surrounding flow of everything to ensure their weavings unfolded.

Silently, his declaration and weavings of the Protagonist… worked in the background the most.

To the extent that the flow of an unknown number of things were influenced toward a direction… where he would truly act out the weavings of the Protagonist!

In Omniverse X-999, things played out to the extent that he eclipsed all others.

Even Omniversal Ankyras who were destined ones never stood a chance.

In the Prime Frequency of the End… the Wheelomachy, with the Singed… everything was subtly influenced by himself so he could truly live and play the part of who he was!

Because his path… would be ever so glorious due to it.

He knew.

And he did not reject them.

He could not reject them.

After all, they were him. And if ever he rejected any part of him, everything would begin to break down.

And so, the weavings of the Protagonist unfolded anywhere he went.

Because…

|The True Source of Paradox shakes his head at the visage of the Protagonist.|

Because…

|The Source of the Protagonist has always been a True Source.|

…!