Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse
/ Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 3815– Everything II
Chapter 3815: Everything II
Far away from the still-scorched domain of the Labyrinth and its dwindling embers of aftermath, another body of Noah stirred within the boundless expanse of the Infiniverse Crucible.
In the depths of the rapidly expanding Infiniverse Wheel of Existence!
Here, the sky no longer wept vibrant stellar rain.
Here, the war of purity and complexity never ceased.
He experienced all of this as he couldn't help but compare and enjoy the sensation between the body here and the body in the Labyrinth.
Above, impossibly bright banners of True Sources flowed through Existence like painted rivers.
Continuity, Manadynamics, Entropy, Dreams, Prana, and more- each source bloomed with more brilliance than the last, their weavings thick and unruly as they blanketed this True Frequency with ceaseless Authority.
Beneath those shifting havens, hundreds of the most powerful from the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence were locked in constant battles.
From Erikson to the Emperor Penguin, all the way to the records of Commander Feng and Oppenheimer!
Their True Sources burned furiously.
Their spirits howled.
And yet, when death came, it did not linger.
The moment Existence was shattered, they fell once more from the distant skies, wrapped in a green lotus of Continuity, reborn!
And they returned stronger.
More complex. More pure.
Floating in the center of it all, Noah hovered like a still constellation at the center of everything.
Crimson-gold robes etched with the layered runes of every True Source he had mastered fluttered around him, untouched by wind. His gaze was calm, his presence imperial.
The sheer weight of his Complexity and Purity had already surpassed common Primarchs. He felt many things.
But one of them was...
'Why do I feel like a Villain?'
He felt both the True Sources of the Hero and Villain buzz due to what he was currently doing!
With one hand raised, he idly restrained the Infiniverse Body, Ruination, Primarch Romulus, along with the dozen radiant Resplendent Monads, all forced into a floating stasis, unable to draw closer.
In his other hand... a flickering orb of gold could be seen.
[Imitated Everything].
It pulsed with glorious light as he pulled it from one body to another.
As he examined it, a ripple of gravitational Authority spread from his palm.
No command left his lips, but the Crucible responded.
A brilliant eruption of the True Source of Gravitation thundered outward towards one of his oldest treasures, violating the protective weave of Ruination's crimson Ruined Wheel.
Her blazing gold-crimson form, majestic and chaotic, was torn from the skies and dragged down towards him unwillingly.
Her bellow echoed, but Noah was unmoved as he played the part of a villain well while training his people!
He floated above a sea of mana like an emperor above the tides of war as he reached out to grasp Ruination.
With one hand, he caught her by the throat.
Her eyes pulsed as ruined wheels spun!
He smiled.
The calm in his expression was chilling.
"It is good to struggle until the very end, my dear Ruination..."
WAA!
Ruination tried to resist, wings of unraveling doom lashing outward- only for them to fizzle in proximity to his Origin.
She bellowed, lips curling in frustration as her Master was so far away!
So gloriously complex as he rose too fast!
And he brought the Imitated Everything before her eyes as he asked.
"Can you multiply this?"
She blinked, briefly stunned.
Then, shaking her head with gritted teeth, she admitted, "Not yet. If I reach Originus Venerant... maybe. But now? It's too complex, even for me."
"Mmm..."
He didn't sound disappointed.
Only resolved.
His gaze sharpened as golden Origin Authority flooded from him.
It wrapped around Ruination's form.
And began to unravel her.
"Then lets get you even stronger, even faster."
"No...!"
WAA!
With a single surge, Noah dispersed her entirely, breaking down her identity, her Origin, and her beginning- dismantling her existence with a chilling thoroughness.
Then silence.
But only for a breath.
A second passed.
A flash of crimson-gold raged above.
And then...BOOM!
A more powerful, more radiant form of Ruination exploded back into existence, crashing toward him again with renewed fervor, her True Source even more unstable, even more euphoric in destruction and Ruin!
Noah absorbed her blow casually, his robes rippling, his body unmoved.
The Crucible thundered with chaos.
His people kept dying.
And returning.
All while he stood still in the eye of the storm.
The Imitated Everything still pulsed in his palm.
Now confirmed to be non-replicable.
He looked at it one last time, the emotion in his eyes a fusion of calm, tyranny, and silent wonder.
"Then so be it."
His voice cut through all the noise, all the weavings, all the ruin.
"Let me experience everything of myself..."
His fingers closed around the orb.
"...even if it's imitated."
The moment Noah activated the [Imitated Everything], more than half of his consciousness was torn from the Crucible.
Drawn inward.
Into the golden item. Into the Imitation of...everything!
Into himself.
Into his...Beginning.
Everything turned dark.
Then...light bloomed.
It flickered dimly from the cracked ceiling of a run-down apartment, the hum of an old fridge vibrating in the silence. His fingers tingled. The cheap wooden floor felt oddly familiar beneath his feet.
This was...
The very beginning.
His eyes adjusted slowly. The scent of mildew. The quiet desperation of being weak. Alone. Forgotten.
He was...in a dilapidated apartment.
On a blue planet!
On the desk in front of him sat a tattered book, its cover barely holding together.
[Skill Book - Fireball]
He reached for it slowly. But unlike the first time- this time, the True Sources were with him. Wrath, Origin, Paradox, Infinity... they pulsed behind his eyes, orbiting his soul like starlight that had always been there.
The book burned in his hands the moment he touched it.
This is where it started, Noah thought.
Then time twisted.
Moments passed like tides.
He was in [Ape's Paradise]. But the low-ranked beasts that once required a lot from him now collapsed with the lightest wave of his True Source of Entropy. His hand rose, and a rune-bounded fireball turned into a miniature star, consuming the furred apes in the dungeon whole.
Then, the [Goblin King's Abode].
The thick stench of rot and goblin blood once choked him with caution.
Now, his True Source of Dreams expanded over the battlefield, turning fear into illusion, and illusion into death. He walked through the dungeon slowly, every step annihilating swarms of monsters as he reminisced with a cold smile.
"I was truly weak, wasn't I?" he murmured.
His beginning as an F Rank Hunter!
He reminisced, but he kept going.
Moments blurred. Days passed in a blink.
He saw the first time he faced a true Boss. The first time he stood atop mountains of corpses and chose to keep going.
The Beast World. The Spiritual Lands. Demon Kings. Atlanteans.
He relived the birth of his empire. The forging of his destiny. The slaughter.
And he...had truly slaughtered many.
Every node of his life.
Every breath that shaped who he had become.
He saw himself acquire Systems and then destroy them. He saw the stars break. He saw blood flow like rivers...and felt nothing.
The colors of his True Sources swirled around him with every step he took. From the edge of death to the throne of endless victory, he saw it all. He lived it again.
And through it all...
His Complexity surged.
His Purity refined.
The Imitated Everything didn't simply replay his life, it perfected it.
It stitched the cracks.
Removed the hesitation.
Multiplied the clarity.
All the way to his current point!
And then, at the end of it all...
"...Hah."
He exhaled softly.
The flames around him dimmed, and he began to return...but not to his body!
Not yet.
The Imitated Everything pulled deeper. Beyond the nodes of his known past. Beyond the familiar.
Into another Beginning.
One not his own.
He opened his eyes, and found he had none.
His body was translucent.
A quivering mass of maninfused gel.
A slime.
Inside a vast, echoing cavern lit by ethereal moss, dozens of other slimes bounced around him, aimless and instinctive. But he- he was not like them.
His mind was intact.
His True Sources pulsed within.
"...So this is Everything," Noah whispered, or tried to. His voice was a ripple in his gelatinous form.
The conquest began there.
In that damp cradle of absurdity, he devoured and absorbed. One by one, slimes followed him in silent awe. He consumed Beasts. He consumed dungeon knights. He consumed manrich stones until his form grew, evolved, and distorted.
He forged a capital of slimes. A harem of variant slimes swirled around his great gelatinous throne, each one intelligent, each one loyal. A slime empire rose beneath his command, until his name echoed across entire caverns, then continents, then planes.
He ascended past Omniverses and Wheels of Existence as the years passed.
And the Fold Dwellers took notice.
Primarchs from the Mannafolds came. He annihilated them.
Until the Masters of the Mannafolds arrived.
And in one breath of Existence... everything ended.
His Empire melted. His body, devoured. His throne, shattered.
All of it...gone.
He opened his eyes again.
He was now a Goblin.
Green-skinned. Short. Surrounded by chaos and flames as adventurers tore through their ranks. His kin fell to blades of light and righteousness.
A Paladin's sword of holy judgment swung down...and he swatted it aside like a child's toy.
The Priestesses of the group screamed as they stared at the Goblins now looking greedily at them.
Noah's eyes gleamed.
This life too, became a campaign.
He rose. From chieftain to warlord. From Demon King to Monarch of Dungeons. His banners flew over Omniverses as he formed Omniversal Dungeons. Then once more to Wheels of Existence as he found Dead Wheels of Existence and retrofitted them to become Dungeons of Existence!
The Primarchs of the Chronosect rose in fury after an incident. He faced them with laughter. He held entire wheels of existence in chains.
Then... the Masters arrived.
Again.
He fought.
He lost.
And all of it...ended.
Another life of everything lived and gone!
Amd yet another began right after.
He was now a Cultivator.
He tread sacred mountains, devoured Dao Fruits, slew ancient beasts. He gathered Qi to such extremes that even True Sources buzzed nearby.
His eyes saw karma threads.
His palm ruptured havens.
He studied the Dao in its true form, going past Martial Kings and Martial Emperors like nothing.
He stood on a Flying Sword made of a Shattered Wheel of Existence, each buzz able to cut down a Primarch!
He died standing, surrounded by multiple shattered Wheels of Existence, killed by a single finger from an enemy Master of Existence.
Another life ended.
And another beginning bloomed as he woke up in another life...again and again!
A Wizard in a Tower.
A Dragon with a hoard of Wheels.
An Undead Lich with Thrones of Bone built atop the Dead Frequencies.
In each life, he lived Everything.
He conquered Everything.
He died...Every time.
Until...
A final life.
A unique place...like Hell Terra Firma.
No True Source could be used here.
No flames. No essence. No Laws.
Only science. Equations. Mortality.
He became a Doctor. A surgeon who saved lives.
An Engineer who built cities.
A Politician who rewrote laws... to legalize many things, including polygamy.
He held hands with many wives who loved him, children who adored him. He ruled not from a throne of power, but of peace. Not from fear, but respect.
He was not feared.
He was cherished.
And on his 100th birthday, surrounded by mourning nations and tearful family, he smiled softly in a sterile white bed.
No powers.
No killing.
No regrets.
He closed his eyes.
And died.
The Everything....finally ended.
From the folds of fiction, from the abyss of lifetimes... Noah felt his Weavings return.
Reality condensed.
The True Sources realigned.
Time had not moved.
Not even a second.
But Noah Osmont had lived an unknown millions of years in the space of one breath through multiple everythings!
And he opened his eyes, back in the Crucible.
HUUM!
He was..
Changed. Complete. Unyielding!
Everything...was his!
The moment his weavings of Existence slammed back into his body, his figure trembled.
Not from strain.
But from compression.
The very fabric of his being surged with layered torrents of Authority.
BOOM!
A catastrophic detonation of golden-crimson brilliance thundered out across the Crucible.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands of his Existential Dimensional Lattices ruptured into Existence, flooding the space like a tyrannical calamity.
Entities were obliterated without resistance.
Resplendent Monads, Primarchs...it did not matter!
Every single one of them was flattened, torn apart as the waves of Lattices spread from him like folding suns.
Only one figure remained standing- barely.
The Infiniverse Body, covered in burns of complexity, floated in place with bright eyes. Her mouth parted faintly with wonder!
The Crucible rumbled and resurrection activated en masse. Green lotuses of Continuity bloomed across the shattered arena, raining down bodies that weds restored, reborn, and revived. The battle paused after this.
All eyes were on him.
And Noah... didn't move.
His breathing was calm. Controlled.
He was watching the influx of authority. Feeling it.
The flood of new Lattices didn't stop.
Every True Source he held now numbered in the thousands. All of them had crossed well past 81 Lattices. He didn't even bother tracking them individually.
500,000.
That was his total now!
Five hundred thousand Existential Dimensional Lattices.
They swam around him like omniverses made sentient- floating, folding, overlapping across all his being.
His ten True Absolute Existential Resistances also roared to life.
Each surged to a base of 40%.
All except for one.
Origin Resistance: 65%.
It was a glorious wonder made possible for the Living Origin Labyrinth.
He breathed slowly as the stats aligned to him bloomed.
Noah Osmont – Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum
True Sources with Lattices Forged:
Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum (Paradoxical) – 4,000+ Lattices
Chronos (Temporal) – 2,500+ Lattices
Genesis (Origin) – 3,200+ Lattices
Quantum (Quantum) – 3,800+ Lattices
Space (Dimensional) – 2,900+ Lattices
Uncertainty (Emotive) – 3,300+ Lattices
Veritarch (Law) – 2,700+ Lattices
Loot (Paradoxical) – 2,600+ Lattices
Conceptum Vitae (Temporal/Conceptual) – 3,400+ Lattices
Existence (Origin/Paradoxical) – 3,100+ Lattices
Summoning (Conceptual/Spiritual) – 2,300+ Lattices
Aether (Dimensional/Origin) – 1,500+ Lattices
Pride (Emotive/Conceptual) – 2,800+ Lattices
Khaos (Paradoxical/Conceptual) – 1,600+ Lattices...
Total Existential Dimensional Lattices: 500,000+
True Absolute Existential Resistances:
Paradoxical Resistance: +40%
Elemental Resistance: +40%
Temporal Resistance: +40%
Origin Resistance: +65%
Quantum Resistance: +40%
Dimensional Resistance: +40%
Spiritual Resistance: +40%
Conceptual Resistance: +40%
Emotive Resistance: +40%
Law Resistance: +40%
Collective Total Resistance: 425%
Current Complexity Quotient (CQ): 600,000(900,000) SU
Current Purity Quotient (PQ): 600,000(900,000) SU
Heavy.
Fucking heavy it was!
Even now, the Crucible was trembling from his terrifying collective Resistances that neared an Originus Venerant entity.
Noah's eyes glowed faintly as he floated in the center of it all.
A tyrant of serene violence.
A sovereign of subtle domination.
He had experienced Everything.
And now, he returned into his Weavings of Existence as his power exploded upwards!
The Loot from an Imitation Mutated Inevitability was that terrifying that it nearly took him to Peak Primarchy!
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