Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4416: The Perpetual Farmer!

Hundreds of thousands surrounded a square plot of land shining with bronze-green earth, soil that carried concentrated essence of agricultural principles refined across eons.

The numbers could have swelled to billions or even sextillions if a portion of all those residing under The First Farmer’s protection across scattered Domains and Wheels of Existence had been permitted to attend.

They surrounded what would become The First Farmer’s grave, and at this moment, Elyndra had wrapped her father’s body in green cloth woven from living plants that would return him to the earth he had spent existence cultivating.

She laid him down gently onto the center of the farm plot, planting and returning seed to soil from which new growth might eventually emerge.

Off to the side, Noah watched with calmness.

Beside him stood the manifested forms of Sigrid’s clone observing with crystalline focus, Titano’s massive presence radiating barely contained power, Moiraine’s elegant figure carrying quiet contemplation...all alongside the Emperor Penguin, Erikson, The Queen of Matter, and others.

They watched silently, witnesses to conclusion of existence that had spanned eons.

Slightly farther away, Origin Ama Gias and other Living Existences observed with a sense of shock and stupor.

And near the cluster of Living Paradoxes, Goliath watched the procession occurring with cold eyes that repeatedly returned to fix upon... Noah.

His serpentine gaze held weight of questions!

As The First Farmer was laid down onto the earth like seed awaiting germination, Noah’s attention shifted toward Elyndra and her heartbroken figure.

The loss of a father constituted a unique tragedy...a profound severing of primary bond.

He did not personally harbor strong emotions regarding loss of his own father and had made conscious choice not to pursue his resurrection.

To Elyndra, The First Farmer represented what Noah’s mother was to him, an irreplaceable foundation.

If such figure was lost, the emotional weight would be heavy and potentially unbearable!

So he understood, even if he didn’t personally share her grief.

Perpetual Harvest buzzed within him with brilliant fervor as the one who had nurtured it from seed to a failed seed was planted back into ground that had sustained him across existence’s duration.

Noah watched calmly as Elyndra performed the Farmer’s Greeting with precise ritual gestures...three fingers extended and pointed toward the earth above the grave.

Throughout the surroundings, all those who had been living within the Sanctuary performed identical greeting toward the grave simultaneously.

Hundreds of thousands of hands rose with three fingers extended, creating forest of acknowledgment that should have been returned by the one being honored.

But there would be nobody to return the greeting this time.

Nobody.

The First Farmer’s hands remained still beneath green cloth, incapable of reciprocating final gesture of respect.

As this solemn moment stretched across assembled mourners...

”We live and we die.”

HUUM!

Noah’s voice echoed outward with command and purpose that made atmosphere itself tremble, drawing attention from all present despite this being moment dedicated to another’s memory.

Many who did not know him personally turned in astonishment, confusion evident in their expressions.

Those who had loved The First Farmer deeply, beings ranging from 1 Quintillion to 6 Quintillion in accumulated power, felt anger rising at this interruption!

Who was this outsider to speak during such sacred moment?

They wanted to voice objections, to demand he do this or that...

But found to their absolute astonishment that they weren’t even capable of opening their mouths to articulate protest.

Some force held their speech captive, preventing interference with whatever Noah intended to express.

Noah continued.

”We may plant seeds into the earth one day with hope and careful tending, nurturing growth across seasons and years. Or we may become the seeds ourselves, forever covered by sand and darkness, returning essence to cycles that continue regardless of individual participation.”

His gaze swept across assembled mourners.

”From the death of The First Farmer, let abundant harvest bloom from accumulated effort. Let his failures and successes alike feed soil of future cultivation. In the place of The First Farmer who has concluded his season...”

His eyes began pulsing with radiant green-gold light that made surrounding agricultural essence resonate in sympathy, and he locked onto Elyndra.

”Let The Perpetual Farmer...arise.”

BOOM!

The moment those words concluded, reality responded.

His eyes blazed with concentrated green-gold brilliance as in the next moment, the grave containing The First Farmer pulsed with identical radiance.

Elyndra rose from her kneeling position in shock, gaze snapping toward Noah as from all surrounding directions, glimmers of Harvest flooded into her existence with overwhelming force.

Her nine Grand Principles began resonating and pulsing with unprecedented glory!

The accumulated wisdom, the refined authorities, the carefully constructed frameworks all activated simultaneously as if responding to summons they couldn’t resist.

Prompts materialized before Noah’s vision with ceremonial weight!

|ThePrinciple of Perpetual Harvest has granted ultimate Harvest to The First Farmer’s designated successor|

|The Principles nurtured by him over eons resonate with terminal cultivation effort, sending concentrated portion of their accumulated brilliance onto his chosen heir|

|An unknown and unfathomable change is blooming within the subject: Elyndra|

|New designation manifesting: The Perpetual Farmer|

...!

Noah watched with analytical focus as from different areas throughout The Sanctuary, from distant farms and hidden groves where The First Farmer had established Principles...brilliant cascades of accumulated essence pulsed and flowed.

The radiance converged upon the grave before erupting upward to engulf Elyndra completely.

Her Complexity and Purity shattered through 10 Quintillion threshold and continued climbing with momentum suggesting no immediate ceiling.

She looked toward Noah with eyes trembling...mixing gratitude, confusion, and dawning comprehension.

When she met his cold gaze that seemed to hold no discernible emotion despite orchestrating this transformation, she understood completely.

He had known about the plans her father formulated.

Had discovered the machinations and plots directed against him. And even possessing that knowledge...

At this moment, he was facilitating a legitimate succession. Granting her the authority necessary to maintain what her father had built while potentially steering it toward healthier directions.

At such recognition, Elyndra raised her hand with deliberate precision and performed the Farmer’s Greeting toward Noah...showing her desire to establish a foundation for a renewed relationship built on honesty rather than hidden agendas!

An offering to start over with transparency replacing deception!

Noah looked at the three fingers pointed toward him silently, expression unreadable. He began turning around as if to depart without reciprocation.

But halfway through the motion, he sighed audibly and shook his head.

He was still curious of the plan of The First Farmer to cultivate a False THE.

He turned back and raised his own hand, three fingers extending to perform the Farmer’s Greeting in return.

Perhaps it was influence from Perpetual Harvest buzzing within him with unusual intensity. Perhaps it was genuine inclination toward allowing second chances when circumstances permitted.

Their greetings met across the distance separating them, and the green-gold light intensified dramatically- becoming so brilliant that many observers fell to their knees in shock and awe.

They looked toward Elyndra while voices began calling out in synchronized reverence.

”The Perpetual Farmer!”

”THE PERPETUAL FARMER!”

Complexity and Purity continued surging around Elyndra amidst storm of Principles resonating with her essence, elevating her toward heights her father had never achieved despite eons of effort.

”...”

Noah turned away from the spectacle, moving toward different destination as everywhere he passed, Living Existences and Fold Dwellers alike scrambled rapidly to clear pathway...instinctive deference to a presence carrying civilizational weight they couldn’t consciously quantify but felt nonetheless.

This included Origin Ama Gias and Duke Gwendolyn among other nominally powerful beings whose entire existences felt terrifying sense of oppression when they met Noah’s passing gaze.

Their accumulated power meant fucking nothing before whatever authority he now embodied.

Noah continued his path with purposeful stride until he came to stand before the cluster of Living Paradoxes who had maintained careful distance from primary proceedings.

He positioned himself directly before Goliath...that enigmatic being who had been attempting to probe and understand him throughout recent events!

The scary fucking guy, Goliath!