Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3797: Schemes and Entry III

Noah looked down at the delicate hand clutching the edge of his robe.

Sigrid Ivano’s grip was small, hesitant- but it hadn’t let go once. Her wariness didn’t bother him. If anything, it proved she wasn’t as naive as she looked.

But her inability to navigate the Foldspace unaided was an issue as even now, no authority or speech flowed from her.

With a slow motion, he reached toward his sleeve and tore it free. Golden threads shimmered as the fine material, interwoven with his own Existential Dimensional Lattices, unfurled into a gleaming rope.

He held it up, his voice calm. “You’re still flailing in space. How about I tie you to me to carry you and so that you also don’t get lost?”

Sigrid blinked, lips parting in surprise. Then she nodded with sharp, deliberate resolve.

Good.

He took the end of the golden cloth and wrapped it once around her wrist carefully. The other end, he wrapped around his own wrist. The connection shimmered faintly with his resonance.

No backlash. No resistance.

Just a tether. Simple and elegant.

His gaze flicked up toward Master Etheopa with a smile.

Her eyes, sharp and unfaltering until now, had grown cloudy. She watched the way Sigrid- this terrifying anomaly none of them could touch- allowed Noah to bind her, float with him, trust him.

It wasn’t lost on any of them as all of this happened…because of them following the guidelines of the prophecy!

Etheopa exhaled. “Let us go.”

At her side, Master Shen lifted his gourd with a lazy smile. “I’ve been the Guardian of the Origin Wonder for the last few years,” he said as if recounting a tale. “I’ll do the honors.”

He tapped a single finger out into the folds.

HUUM!

A ripple of golden complexity formed, folding open into a luminous archway- an ornate portal shimmering with veils of Gongfu, Kismet, and sealed Fate. It pulsed with authority only a Master of Existence could manipulate.

As the portal bloomed, Kalysta drifted close.

Sigrid tensed instinctively, but Kalysta offered a soft smile. “Hello.”

After a beat, Sigrid nodded back cautiously, her fingers still gripping Noah’s tether like her life depended on it.

Noah said nothing.

He was already moving.

With a thought, he glided forward, Sigrid tethered behind him. She floated awkwardly through his authority, her movements still unsteady- but the rope kept her close, steadying her as he passed through the portal’s veil.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave the threshold.

Because just beyond it, waiting quietly beneath layers of veiled Frequencies, was the entrance to glory.

The Origin Wonder of the Veiled Sunfolds.

The moment they crossed the golden veil, everything changed.

Gone was the radiant brilliance of the outer Sunfolds, the golden shimmer of collapse replaced by something older, deeper- an expanse without horizon.

They arrived upon a vast, flat domain of silent majesty.

Beneath their feet and above their heads, an endless sea of translucent strings wove and unwove across the Foldscape- threads of Destiny and Kismet flowing like serpents through an invisible ocean. Some glowed faintly with golden radiance, others with pale, near-silver hues.

They danced in slow, winding coils, looping and braiding, vanishing into the distance as if tracing the very fate of existence.

And at the center of it all…

A gateway.

X-shaped.

Crimson-gold and coiled in mystery.

It floated upright like an ancient monument, pulsing once every few seconds with a ripple of unknowable power. The very space around it trembled with potential. Untold wonders pulsed behind its sealed form.

Seated at the base of this gateway, cross-legged and utterly serene, was a woman.

A Master of Existence.

She radiated calm authority, her violet robes flowing like liquid light. Around her, a circle of twelve seated Primarchs meditated, their auras humming with quiet force. Each was distinct- burning with sharp lines of Complexity and Purity, their Lattices rippling into the folds like the roots of ancient trees.

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

His vision shifted.

Status Panels opened silently before his eyes, lining themselves beside each Primarch.

CQ: 902,000 SU. PQ: 886,400 SU.

CQ: 712,000 SU. PQ: 777,777 SU.

CQ: 999,999 SU. PQ: 998,000 SU.

Terrifying and glorious for each of them.

In the surroundings, Master Shen and the other Masters of Existence appeared, followed by the dozens of Primarchs from the True Frequency of Fate.

Each one held terrifying waves of power.

Even without moving, their presence threatened to crush existence itself.

They didn’t speak. Not a single one.

Yet they all looked towards Noah and Sigrid and then the distant gateway.

Silently. Cautiously!

Why?

Why did these powerful Primarchs so much grander that them act this way?

‘Power,’ Noah thought, lips curving into a faint smile.

He looked up, eyes calm as he thought of a philosophy he was coming to understand regarding the flow of Existence.

A philosophy he termed…Raw Power and True Power.

The distinction bloomed in his mind like a flower unfurling in fire, being cemented even more now as if an epiphany bloomed.

Raw Power was the energy they carried- the visible, violent expression of Complexity and Purity.

It was the Primarchs sitting like celestial titans before him, capable of wiping him from existence with a few actions.

But none of them dared.

Because Raw Power alone wasn’t enough.

There was another kind of strength- the one many didn’t talk or think about.

True Power.

The reason he could walk into this sacred place tied to the wrist of the anomaly who summoned the Key.

The reason none of the seated Primarchs moved or threatened him or asked questions.

He was the only one Sigrid trusted.

He held the Living Origin Key of Existence.

He was an Unbound Living Paradox who could not die.

That alone gave him a type of power few could touch.

Not a destructive power- but leverage. Position. Fear. Favor. Affected by the environment and other entities.

His True Power.

Noah’s eyes shimmered faintly as he observed the silent gathering.

Even now, he stood amidst entities that could tear existence in half, but no one dared speak or act against him.

Because in this moment, he held what they all desired most.

And that… made him untouchable.

For now.

But he wasn’t blind.

He knew True Power was fluid. Variable. It shifted with context, with position, with backing.

If he were alone in a sealed space with Master Hannibal?

His “True Power” would vanish like mist, and Hannibal’s Raw Power would reign as this being could proceed to do whatever he wanted.

A fact he accepted.

A fact he planned for.

Because eventually… he would have both.

Raw and True.

And when that time came?

No one would be able to speak or act before him without permission!

Behind him, Sigrid floated quietly, her wrist tethered to his by the shimmering golden rope of his torn robe. She said nothing, her wide eyes darting from the Primarchs to the sea of Destiny threads winding beneath their feet with wonder.

Noah didn’t look back at her. He didn’t have to.

He simply tugged gently, guiding her forward, toward the seated Master of Existence before the gateway.

Toward the Origin Wonder itself!

Next chapter titles: A Quintessential Place! I & II