Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4136 Hunger and Suffering! II

The ravenous scene was a symphony of chaos and consumption.

The thousands of tentacles that surrounded Noah suddenly developed millions of obsidian-gold teeth.

They snapped shut around him, biting down on something invisible within his existence. The air crackled, the Shore buzzed, as if all these teeth were grinding on an immovable, unmakable force.

The invisible thing was unfathomably hard. A curse, a brand from a being of 500+ quadrillion complexity, could not be so easily consumed even if it was an infinitesmal shred!

Some of Ozymandiasʼs teeth cracked, shattered under the strain. But the tentacles, the very essence of inevitability, would not be denied.

Even more teeth reformed, and they continued biting and grinding down. The endless hunger of Ozymandias, The Purest Hunger, had begun to eat away at even this authority.

The process was arduous. Noahʼs eyes radiated waves of pure, untamed tyranny as he bellowed, his voice a roaring command that echoed across the Shore.

”Begone!”

BOOM!

A white light, a brilliant spark of primordial authority, fizzled and broke from him.

Noah felt a sense of immense liberation, as if massive locks, placed upon him not long ago, had been released.

His existence blazed with majesty, and white, gold, and blue waves of light surged around him, a testament to his newfound freedom!

|You have successfully devoured a curse that lesser beings would have simply accepted and been shackled by! Your will has bent a rule of existence and remade it.|

|The tremendous effort of this act has been recognized and rewarded. Your existence has proven its tyranny, its relentless refusal to be defined by the will of others, especially The First Leader, Gilgamesh|

|The Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest rewards this effort with a massive, one time boom after its 10% maturation. Your personal gains from this act: +5,000,000,000,000 (+5 Trillion) Complexity and Purity. A testament to a truly quintessentially tyrannical act.|

|Ozymandias devoured the Curse to attain: +15,000,000,000,000 (+15 Trillion) Purity! The curse, a manifestation of a beingʼs will, was a meal of unprecedented significance. Its essence has now been converted into pure, undiluted purity.|

|The terrifying quality of the Curse of The First Leader flowed into Ozymandias and the corpse he is currently connected to… and it caused an unintended reaction.|

…!

Noahʼs gaze on the prompts was a silent, incandescent calm.

He had been branded, his power reduced by half, by a beingʼs curiosity.

He had been a plaything, a subject of a cruel curiosity. But he had not accepted it. He had fought back, he had devoured the curse itself. He had shown existence just how unfair he could be…and this was just the start!

His eyes, burning with a cold, tyrannical light, landed on the Primordial Stone Apeʼs corpse.

His Necromancy and Death Towers of Osmont had manifested around it, their forms a silent, glowing promise of a future yet to come.

The apeʼs massive pupils, once a flat, dead grey, now radiated a terrifying light.

The rage they had died with, a furious, undiluted anger, had begun to change. It was no longer the pain of a victim, but the fury of a warrior preparing for war.

|A convergence of unexpected events and authorities has occurred. The Primordial Stone Ape, infused with the essence of Gilgameshʼs curse and the pure hunger of an Inevitability, is returning as… a Dead Existential Inevitability due to its bindings with Ozymandias, a unique type of Dead Existence!|

A Dead Existential Inevitability. A being of paradox, of hunger, of death, of life, of rage. The perfect weapon.

Noah read the prompts, and a terrifying, triumphant calm spread across his face.

”Merely the Curse of Curiosity! Merely The Curse of an Early Creature! I devour this today, and I will devour the one who sent it in the future!”

BOOM!

Noahʼs gaze, heavy with the weight of recent suffering and the promise of vengeance, focused entirely on the Primordial Stone Ape.

It was no longer a mere corpse, nor a simple puppet of hunger.

It was a Dead Existential Inevitability, a being born from a convergence of factors that defied all logic and precedent!

Through the intricate web of Ozymandiasʼs tentacles, which had spread like a parasitic growth across the apeʼs massive form, Noah could feel every pulse of this terrible, new life.

He felt the immense power that, even in death, still resided within the apeʼs essence- a power that, though diminished by his consumption of its organs, was now being reignited.

The very air around the corpse began to hum, not with the familiar energies of a living existence, but with a unique and terrifying authority…Early Dead Existential Authority.

It was almost the same silent, obsidian dread he had sensed from the Primordial Death that had been annihilated by Yoshinami, an authority that transcended the simple rules of life and death.

Almost…but not really.

This had a feel of Age. Oldness.

Early!

Noahʼs eyes, a maelstrom of calm and glory, flashed as prompts bloomed in his mind, their words a testament to the unprecedented thing that was rising through his hands.

|Through Ozymandias, the Dead Existential Inevitability- Primordial Stone Ape, opens its eyes once more.|

|It is an extremely unique Existence, bearing the distinction of The Dead- two words that carry a meaning very few understand. The Dead do not stay dead; their Way of Existence is to be. Even if their weavings are collapsed again and again and again, they will always reform.|

HUUM!

His mind raced, a cold, tyrannical certainty taking root.

The many Dead Existences that had been decimated in the Transcendent Temporal Folds were not gone forever.

It seemed that all of them, in their own time and their own way, would invariably return. He felt a fleeting urge to revisit that spot, to witness their inevitable return, to understand if they would simply reappear where they fell, or if their rebirth was a more chaotic, unpredictable force.

The thought was pushed aside as he focused on the rising, terrifying obsidian authority around Ozymandias.

The aura of death was both terrifying and regal, a silent promise of an existence that defied cessation.