Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4262: A Glorious Engineer! V

The warmth was a profound, humming thing, a new and permanent sun that had risen in the internal weavings of his being.

Noah felt the Omnichalcum Core Modulator, now a seamless, integrated part of his back, and he thought of it.

HUUM!

The Modulator responded instantly. Its intricate golden lines swirled on its pristine white surface, the entire structure flexing and pulsing as if it were an extra set of muscles, a new organ that had always been a part of him.

His eyes flashed with a brilliant, analytical light as he focused on his Existential Command Interface.

His status, once a simple list of numbers, was now a dynamic, ever-shifting representation of a being who was constantly, terrifyingly, evolving.

|Noah Osmont – The Tyrant of the Radiant Shore (Age 1.8)|

|Primary Distinction: The Early Creature, Osmont; The Architect of Cheats, Elderborn(Fake)|

|Complexity: 72 Quadrillion(+75 Quadrillion)|

|Purity: 74 Quadrillion(+75 Quadrillion)|

|Integrated Tool: [The Omnichalcum Core Modulator – Phase I(Keystone)] (+75 Quadrillion Passive Bonus)|𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

|System of Power: Existential Artifice, (RUIN/EDEN Interface)|

|Heart: The Heart of Tyranny (Fourth Part: The Ascendran Nodule – 61% Complete)|

|Atlas: The Early Atlas of the Folds (159/159 Towers at Stage 3: Vital Lighthouse)|

|Principles:|

| - [Perpetual Harvest] (50% Matured Seed, 50 Seed Glyphs)|

| - [The Cheating Architect] (10% Matured Seed, 1 Forged Glyph)|

He observed the details, the staggering, almost laughable numbers, and he breathed out.

He felt as light as a feather. He had just fused a material into his spine that should have weighed more than entire Folds, a metal whose very essence was conceptual weight.

Yet, his body felt unfathomably light, brimming with a power that was so perfectly integrated, so utterly a part of him, that it felt like he was rediscovering the very act of existence!

And the more time that passed, the more his being resonated with the Modulator, the more the waves of change washed over him.

|Master, the integration process has yielded several unaccounted-for boons. The Modulator is resonating with your unique existential makeup in ways my initial projections did not anticipate.|

|An [Innate Omnichalcum Aura Field] is forming. This is a passive defensive layer woven from the very authority of the metal. It can currently withstand up to 100 Quadrillion in Complexity and Purity worth of damage. Unless a single blow exceeds this threshold, the Aura Field will remain.|

...!

Around his body, a magisterial stellar white gold field of brilliance began to surround him and make him look even more otherworldly.

|When attacked and not shattered, the Aura Field will absorb all incoming weavings and store them in form of Early Kinetic Energy, which can be released in a single burst or concussive bursts at will|

|If the Aura Field is ever shattered, it will reform in one minute, provided you are not under continuous assault. It’s a very nice shield, Master. Try not to scratch it.|

|Furthermore, your connection to all Living Existential Authorities has been... streamlined. You should now find that they feel inherently a part of you, less like external forces to be commanded and more like limbs to be moved.|

Oh!

Noah gazed at the prompts, a slow, appreciative smile on his face.

He felt the new aura around him, a faint, almost invisible shimmer in the air, a silent promise of absolute defense.

He turned around and looked at a shocked Elara. Her eyes were shining brightly, her scientific mind struggling to reconcile what she was seeing with what she knew to be possible.

”...Your existence doesn’t feel like spontaneously combusting?” she asked, the question a genuine, bewildered inquiry.

He raised his eyebrows, a silent, amused response, and began to walk towards her. She shook her head with a look of pure, unadulterated amazement.

He came to a stop before the glass wall, before the two skeletal models of the Living Existential Armors. ”I’m better than I was moments ago,” he said, his voice a calm, simple statement of a profound truth.

”Now. For the armors...”

As he spoke, RUIN/EDEN’s voice echoed in his mind, a cascade of cool, confident analysis.

|The models before you are... flawed, Master. Brute force solutions to an elegant problem.|

|The Justiciar we observed was a being of pure Purity. A singular focus. These current designs, however, are attempting to mix both Purity and Complexity into the armor’s core matrix. Given the already volatile and conceptually dense nature of Omnichalcum, forcing it to be two things at once is creating a fundamental instability. It is like trying to make a sword that is also a shield; you will only end up with a heavy, dull blade.|

|A more efficient path would be to specialize. Create an armor that is a pure expression of either Complexity or Purity. This would be a more stable, more powerful, and more easily integrated system.|

|Once a universal Omnichalcum Core Modulator is designed for non-Elderborn pilots, they will be able to more easily adapt to an armor that has a singular, focused nature.|

The prompts continued, a torrent of solutions to problems Elara had spent eons struggling with.

|After trillions of possible computations and systemstic analysis, I have already begun drafting schematics for a fully functioning Living Existential Armor, viable for you, Master. One that will grow with you.|

|Due to this feature of growth, its initial boons would be approximately 200-300 Quadrillion in either Purity or Complexity. As you continue to scale up in power, the armor will grow with you, eventually reaching 1,000 Quadrillion and even exceeding it. It will not be limited by the common, mass-produced models of the Justiciars.|

|This will be your personal, bespoke suit of existential dominance.|

HUUM!

Noah’s eyes blazed brilliantly at the possibilities. He looked at the skeletal framework of a Justiciar, at its elegant, brutal lines, and he saw not just what it was, but what it could be!

He turned to Elara.

”Do you mind if I work on one of your half-finished models?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.

”I believe I can build my own Living Existential Armor.”

Elara’s crimson eyes, once so sharp and impatient, were now wide with a curiosity that was stronger than any other emotion.

She looked at him, at this impossible being who had defied her every expectation, who had rewritten the rules of whst she knew in a matter of minutes, and a slow, almost predatory, smile spread across her face.

”Give it a try,” she said, her voice a purr of pure, scientific hunger. ”You anomaly of an Elderborn.”

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