Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4364: The Glorious Evolution! IV

This was his Civilization!

This was what he could accomplish when given tools and time and collaboration with entities who understood his vision.

If he had enough time, he did not doubt being able to produce entities with Quintillions of power in size. He could forge complex structure of beings who walked on a glorious Way of Existence, who stood together not through domination but through genuine advancement.

This would be the prime solution for The Fallout. Him attaining THE distinction by elevating his power and his Way, forming Civilization that could not be wiped out even by THE Loom itself!

He simply needed time.

After Titano, there would be others.

Noah’s eyes flashed as he looked toward thr others he’d already identified.

As he contemplated these possibilities...

HUUM!

He felt tremor across the Early Veiled Shore.

Not danger. Not threat. But recognition...of completion, of achievement, of something significant reaching fruition.

He felt Perpetual Harvest pulse with fervor, the Principle becoming even more solid in his existence, its integration deepening!

And deep within The Infiniverse itself, he felt something calling out to him.

Something that buzzed with anticipation. Something that wanted to be discovered!

Something that The Infiniverse had been building while he focused on other advancement.

The surprise.

RUINEDEN’s voice emerged.

”It seems the surprise of Sis Infiniverse is ready,” she said, her voice warm with anticipation. ”Master should be able to sense it freely. Let me know who else you would like to undergo The Glorious Evolution in the Chamber of Blood...I will take care of arrangements and ensure optimal conditions for their transformations.”

She paused, then added with conspiratorial excitement.

”While you check out... the surprise.”

The surprise!

Noah smiled, satisfaction deepening as he felt the shocking brilliance of Perpetual Harvest that The Infiniverse could also utilize.

It seemed she had done something particularly shocking indeed.

His body on the Early Veiled Shore flickered, existence reorganizing itself as he moved instantaneously to appear in another section deep within The Infiniverse.

Inside The Frequency of Apocalypse.

Noah materialized in region of endings.

Swirling obsidian brilliance filled the space around him, seas of dark radiance that carried concepts of ending rather than beginning.

Entropy given form. Apocalypse made manifest. Cataclysm waiting to be unleashed.

This was where The Infiniverse stored and refined weavings related to conclusion rather than continuation...concepts that most beings avoided because proximity alone could collapse weaker existences.

But at the center of these seas of terminal authority, of The End...

Noah saw a world.

A blue planet.

It floated in the darkness like jewel suspended in void, surrounded by seas of blue Mana that flowed around it like protective atmosphere. And beyond that, green-gold seas of Perpetual Harvest swirled.

The planet’s continents and structure looked oddly familiar...eerily so, actually. The shapes, the proportions, the arrangements...

It resembled his home. The blue planet he’d been born on, that had been transformed long ago.

But beside the planet, drawing his attention with presence that commanded focus, stood The Infiniverse herself.

Her humanoid form was adorned in bejeweled green-gold dress that seemed to be woven from Perpetual Harvest made fabric, each gem pulsing with concentrated authority.

Her eyes shone with beams of green-gold light that suggested she was channeling power continuously rather than simply observing.

She bowed toward Noah with grace.

”Master,” she said, ”I have successfully weaponized Effort.”

...!

She had weaponized Effort?

He smiled, floating toward her.

RUINEDEN’s illusory form appeared beside them, completing the trio.

The Infiniverse continued.

”I weaponized Perpetual Harvest,” she explained. ”Created system capable of granting you feedback of immediate harvest proportionate to effort you invest. Formed in the outline of your home...”

She gestured downward toward the blue planet.

”Below us is...The Cultivation Citadel of The Early Creature, Osmont.”

HUUM!

The name alone carried weight! Heavy weight!

”Let me explain,” The Infiniverse continued, ”The Cultivation Citadel focuses multiple sources of existential weight...your Infinite Mana, my own authority as extension of your Early Veiled Shore, your Principles, and all other accumulated weavings of existence.”

RUINEDEN picked up the explanation, her holographic form displaying technical diagrams.

”All of this weight,” she said, ”will be multiplied with effort through Perpetual Harvest’s framework. And all of it will be imposed on you constantly when you cultivate within this space.”

The diagrams showed how the system functioned...layers upon layers of pressure being applied simultaneously, each one compounding the others to create burden that would crush normal beings instantly!

”The mechanism creates stressors on your very existence,” The Infiniverse continued. ”Constant, unrelenting pressure that forces your being to adapt or collapse. But because Perpetual Harvest is woven into every aspect, every moment you withstand this pressure is effort that immediately harvests reward.”

”Current calculations suggest a potential gain of approximately 5 Quintillion Complexity and Purity per day at maximum output.”

BOOM!

What?

What?!

”If you have body cultivating within the Citadel constantly, enduring full weight of imposed pressure without rest...”

She paused, making sure he understood the magnitude.

”You could gain 5 Quintillion per day.”

The Infiniverse smiled as she pointed to the blue planet.

”The Citadel multiplies weight of existence you must withstand,” she explained. ”Not just doubling or tripling...exponentially multiplying. Your Infinite Mana becomes crushing burden rather than resource. Your strength and weight are effectively turned against you. My authority becomes pressure that pins you down. Your Principles become weights attached to your consciousness.”

Her voice grew more intense.

”The more multiplied weight you withstand, the more your Existence is compressed. Compressed existence struggles under burden that exceeds its capacity. But overcoming this struggle....enduring when everything screams to give up, persisting when collapse seems inevitable, continues to grant harvests of Complexity and Purity.”

RUINEDEN added final technical details. She pulled up calculations showing different pressure levels and their effects.

”Level One imposes weight equivalent to bearing your own power twice over. Level Ten multiplies it a hundred times. Level Fifty...” she paused, ”...would make you feel like you’re trying to hold your entire Civilization on your shoulders while standing at bottom of ocean made from compressed concepts.”

The Infiniverse’s final words carried both pride and concern.

”I built this for Master,” she said, her voice softening. ”Others may perish the moment they enter here. A minimum of 10 Quintillion would be required for anyone who is not you to ensure they survive even lowest pressure settings.”

She gestured toward the blue planet below.

”But for you, Master, this is training ground that will accelerate your advancement toward THE. This is where effort becomes harvest in most direct way possible. This is weapon I forged from your own Principle...Perpetual Harvest turned against yourself in most productive way imaginable. A methodology for the survival of The Fallout.”

...!

Noah stared at the Cultivation Citadel, at the blue planet that resembled his long-lost home, at the construction that would allow him to gain 5 Quintillion per day if he could endure its full weight.

And slowly, inevitably, his tyrannical smile widened as he patted the head of The Infiniverse!

This was his Way of Existence.

These were his tools.

And with them, he would reach heights that others insisted were impossible.

It was time to begin...The Glorious Evolution indeed, this time, with his own advancement!

His overall people and Civilization had to be strong, but he...had to also lead by example.

He had to undergo levels of advancement that made everyone look upto him...and aspire for unfathomably more!

”Let’s see...”

He began to float towards the blue planet, his gaze briefly glancing off to side as he watched something distant- far outside The Infiniverse.

In the region of molten crimson blue mana that used to be regions of Collapse, he sensed the figures of Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux approaching once more with a sense of caution.

Uniquely enough, there were currently three Schrodingers- a Living Paradox, a Living Concept, and a Living Elemental!

Noah shook his head while gazing at this scene as undoubtedly, they were here to confirm how things had ended and pursue their own solution for The Fallout.

The following of a Justiciar to their base.

But as Noah had seen with The First Farmer, the only effort to be reliant on was himself!

Whatever others were trying to do would merely be possibilities.

Side missions.

He was the solution.

”As Anaximander said...one may simply have to become the storm!”

HUUM!

His eyes were bright as he turned away from the distant scene of Schrodingers and went into the blue planet to experience...the weaponization of effort and harvest!