Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3840

Chapter 3840: Living! IV

The storm of Paradox had not yet calmed.

From every direction across the nearby Goldfolds, the gazes of Foldless Ones loomed- massive and distant, like constellations turned to watch.

As if grand, extremely complex Constellation were watching a small, lone human!

Hundreds and thousands of times more complex and pure than him. ƒreewebɳovel.com

And yet even under those gazes, that one human did not buckle!

The Foldless Ones gazed.

Regal, radiant with layered complexity, their expressions held no fear or contempt. Only silence. Weighty silence, as if the totality of their contemplation had settled into the Folds themselves.

They did not speak. They watched. Each mind turned inward, parsing the implications, weighing the impossibilities that now stood calmly before them.

A Young Paradox that did not stir Inevitabilities.

The swirling winds of Paradox rushed harder around Noah’s vessel, their brilliance illuminating every Foldless One in stark gold.

Amidst it, Moiraine’s voice rang like a bell tolling across the skies. Her wings of paradox still unfurled, white-gold brilliance pulsing at her back.

"This Young Paradox," she said, eyes narrowed to flint, voice lined with quiet command, "was attacked by Living Origins who merely knew of him. And still, he survived."

...!

Moiraine’s voice rose again. "He survived... because I intervened. Because we acted swiftly. But this is not sustainable. His Existence must be bound to Paradox at once. He must become Originus Venerant, or this will happen again. And next time, it will not be just one attack."

Moiraine pressed forward. "The Honored Living Golden Paradox is not here. The Young Paradox is not in line for the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity. He does not have permission yet. But his Existence- what he represents- is now more important than anything else."

HUUM!

The wind ceased.

Not because she finished speaking. But because the space behind her pulsed with a foreign weight.

From the heart of the Dyson Sphere, light folded in on itself. A body emerged, cloaked in white.

Nine halos glowed gently around its head, their radiance steady and ancient. The Foldless Ones parted respectful as the being drifted forward like a ghost too grand to touch.

Noah’s gaze rose toward him- unblinking, unrushed. He studied the being with calm curiosity, as if peering at a great painting and seeing its flaws.

The veing floated forward and looked at him closely in this silence.

"I am the White Paradox," the being spoke. His voice was ageless, cracked with time yet brimming with clarity. "The Dyson Singularity Guardian of the Goldfolds. We...can skip procedures for all this today."

WAA!

Even Moiraine gave a nod, her lips tight. Her eyes, however, never left the White Paradox’s face.

Noah tilted his head. The ancient eyes of the White Paradox met his, and for a heartbeat, they smiled. Something flickered there- a sense of surprise!

Without another word, the White Paradox turned and threw out his fist.

BOOM!

The space beside him shattered like porcelain.

A fracture in the Fold. A bloom of paradox so white it hurt to see!

A wormhole opened slowly, a circular maw of translucent white pulling in light but giving none back.

"There is no time for discussion if an attack has already been made," said the White Paradox, his voice low and absolute. "We will speak after. Go now. Enter. You will be placed directly into the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity. Let its complexity wrap around you. Let it see what you are as you should attain the mere level of an Originus Venerant soon after"

...!

An accelerated pathway.

Noah gazed at the White Paradox as this was a way of doing things he preferred!

He took one step forward, and he glanced at the White Paradox, his voice calm and smooth as he pointed behind him.

"I’ll need Lady Moiraine here. You don’t mind if she tags along, do you? Should am attack or something...inconvenient arise again."

...!

There was a pause.

Then the White Paradox gave a smile that made Wheels tremble.

"Of course. She will guard you. I will alert the Honored Living Golden Paradox. Little Moiraine, I leave this in your hands."

Noah offered a brief nod of thanks. His expression did not waver as he continued!

Moiraine turned her head slightly as he passed, then stepped beside him without hesitation as she took things seriously.

Together, they moved toward the wormhole, its edges pulsing like a heart.

Behind them, Oryzarakh stood tall.

And far behind even him, Aetheron watched.

A Young Paradox forgotten. His mouth did not open. His thoughts did not stir.

He watched as the storm moved forward, as one Young Paradox was carried toward the center of something far older than he ever imagined.

And the Foldless Ones watched too, saying nothing, but understanding everything.

—

Past the wormhole, the folds bent.

Layer by layer, the fabric of paradox twisted itself inward, narrowing into a radiant axis of convergence and event horizons.

Noah and Moiraine drifted in silence across those layered spirals, their bodies weightless, their auras still humming with the echoes of the Foldless Ones’ gazes left behind.

In a short period of time.

They had arrived at the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity.

Here, the weavings of countless Transcendent Wheels of Existence had been spun and folded, their essence harvested and woven into a singular intent: the purification of Paradox.

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