Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4215: Weavings of Power! IV

As he performed these impossible feats, a profound realization dawned on him.

He felt his own Complexity and Purity being burned as fuel, yes, but behind that, an endless, inexhaustible ocean was instantly refilling what was lost.

His Infinite Mana. It was acting as a perpetual motion engine for his new Artifice. He could do this forever!

And more. He didn’t even have to use his own ambient power. The trillions he had already poured into his Heart, the very Everything of Size he had sacrificed to it...that was now a self-contained, self-regenerating battery.

He could draw on the Heart alone, leaving his own vast reserves untouched.

His gaze swept the battlefield and found a new target. A cluster of Dead Existences that looked like colossal, bony worms, their skeletal forms burrowing through the fabric of space itself.

There were six of them, their complexities ranging from 100 Trillion to a monstrous 700 Trillion!

The Crucible of Quintessence.

Distillation, he wove, his will a fine, silver thread that shot out and pierced the entire cluster.

Their chaotic, necrotic auras, the very thing that defined them as The Dead, were stripped away, pulled back toward him like a fisherman reeling in a net.

For a single, vulnerable moment, they were just raw, directionless Complexity, their primary defense gone.

Resonance, he wove, his second command following instantly. He did not attack them himself. Instead, he amplified the quintessential nature of his own Legion.

The Haki shrouds around Ra’Zan, Ozymandias, and the Ape blazed brighter. Their hunger, their death, their fury...all were made more potent, more absolute.

And they descended upon the now-vulnerable worms like a pack of celestial wolves. The slaughter was swift, efficient, and absolute!

Their corpses were instantly dispatched to the Early Veiled Shore.

|Every Weave cast generates a harvest. The more complex the Weave, the richer the yield.|

|Total Harvest from recent efforts: +150 Trillion Complexity and Purity.|

|Your practice is not just making you stronger; it is making you richer in the very currency of existence.|

|The Crucibles of Tyranny, Infinity, and Quintessence are experiencing accelerated growth due to active use.|

|Their corresponding Towers of Osmont within your Atlas are resonating. Advancement is accelerating.|

|...|

...!

The battlefield had fallen into a stunned, momentary quiet.

The Living Existences, who had been scrambling to form coordinated attacks against single, powerful Dead, had just witnessed one being, in the span of a few seconds, single-handedly eliminate threats that would have required the combined might of multiple Dukes!

Duke Elagabalus stared, his mouth slightly agape. Duke Diviticus, her form wreathed in the power of her stolen corpse, looked at him with a new, profound shock.

His power was not just great; it was oppressive, a weight on the battlefield that made their own efforts seem like children’s games!

Noah’s devilish, flame-wreathed gaze turned and settled on Duke Diviticus. He remembered her, of course. He remembered her attempt to devour him in the Paradoxical Folds.

She did not know it, but she had been marked for death long ago. Today was not her day, but that day would come.

Khor shook her head in amazement and appreciation.

Sigrid, seeing him wipe out the most powerful Dead with such ease, felt her own Heart of Order burn with a fierce, ambitious fire. Through him, through her man... she could establish a new, perfect Order across all of existence!

HUUM!

The lull was broken by the roar of the Ancestral Turtle. Its gaze passed over Noah with suspicion as it bellowed a command to the dazed Living Existences.

”Close the Tears! Stop the tide!”

WAA!

But Noah did not move to close any Tears. He felt the glorious, burning power of his Heart, and his gaze locked onto other powerful Dead Existences emerging in the distance.

He began to utilize the system of Existential Artifice once more.

Why would he close the Tears? Why would he stop the flow of a river that was bringing him an endless supply of priceless loot?

For him...

The harvest had just begun!

The battlefield itself was a canvas of glorious, terrible chaos!

Noah stood at its center, as he had tasted the intoxicating power of his new Existential Artifice, a methodology that transformed his immense, raw power into a set of precise, existence-breaking tools.

He had tested Tyranny, Infinity, and Quintessence, and found them all to be magnificent. But there were many more Crucibles, many more authorities that hummed within his being, demanding to be explored.

His gaze, now burning celestial purple suns, swept across the battlefield.

He saw the great turtle unleashing waves of genesis to cauterize the Tears in reality, its nine heads a symphony of creation against the cacophony of The Dead.

And he saw the endless tide of death still pouring through the remaining wounds in the Fold.

He needed another test subject.

His focus settled on a region where a particularly nasty Tear was birthing horrors.

From it, a creature of pure, conceptual dread was emerging. It was a serpent of bone and shadow, its scales shimmering with a light that suggested they existed in multiple locations at once.

Its complexity was a staggering 900 Trillion, a being that could have toyed with the Mummified Dead Existence he had just shattered earlier!

’Perfect.’

HUUM!

A terrifying stick- the Goad, had bloomed in his hands at some point.

Noah’s will was the command once more!

A river of his power flowed into the Ascendran Nodule, his heart’s engine thrumming as it ignited...the Crucible of Quantum.

The sensation was different from the others. It was not the crushing weight of Tyranny or the boundless rush of Infinity. It was a feeling of... uncertainty. Of all possibilities existing at once, waiting for an observer to choose.

Superposition, he wove, his will a gentle nudge to the fabric of reality.

In the next instant, he was not one, but a thousand. A thousand identical Noahs, each wreathed in the same bloody purple flames, each holding a spectral Goad, spread out across the battlefield!

They were not clones, not illusions. They were all him, each one a different probability of his location made manifest, each one equally, absolutely real!

The bone serpent faltered, its myriad eyes trying to process an enemy that was both everywhere and nowhere.

It struck out, its fangs dripping with a venom that could poison causality itself, but it struck only one of Noah’s forms, which dissolved into a whisper of possibility as the true Noah, a hundred light years away, prepared his next Weave.

Probability Collapse, he commanded, his gaze, now multiplied a thousand-fold, fixing upon the serpent.

He did not attack. He simply... observed. But his observation was now a weapon. He saw the creature’s potential futures, a branching tree of a million possibilities. He saw the path where it successfully bit him, the one where it escaped, the one where it coiled and unleashed a torrent of necrotic energy.

And among them, a single, fragile timeline where a flaw in its own chaotic authority caused its existence to momentarily contradict itself.

He chose that one. He observed it with the full, focused weight of his will. And...he made it inevitable.

Oh.

Oh!

HUUM!

The serpent shrieked, a sound of pure, bewildered agony. It had not been attacked, yet it felt its very essence coming undone!

The future Noah had chosen became the present. A tiny, infinitesimal flaw in its being, a one-in-a-billion chance of spontaneous self-negation, became a 100% certainty!

The creature turned on itself, its own power devouring its existence from the inside out. In a silent, horrifying implosion, the 900 Trillion Complexity Dead Existence collapsed into a point of pure, paradoxical light, and then vanished- taken away to his Shore!

Oh!!!