Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3870

Chapter 3870: Arrival of Living Existences!

Noah opened the small panel floating quietly before his eyes.

The glyph on his forehead pulsed gently, a beacon of gold that hummed like a second heartbeat. As he studied the familiar lines, a small breath slipped from his chest.

[Noah Osmont] (Early Creature – 81 Drops of Blood)

|Early Living Existential Glyph: Protagonist (Basic) 1x|

|Complexity Quotient (CQ): 1,680,000 (2,370,000) SU|

|Purity Quotient (PQ): 1,860,000 (2,580,000) SU|

|Approximate Collective Complexity and Purity: 3,900,000+ (Inclusive of CQ, PQ, Glyphs)|

True Sources With Towers of Origin Constructed: 135

|Total Existential Dimensional Lattices: 164,583,094+|

|Collective Total Resistance: 1001%|

He tapped his fingers against his knee thoughtfully. The numbers didn’t lie.

To forge his Glyph, he had drained 1 million CQ and PQ, half his total power, and wrapped forehead with 50 million Lattices just to keep it from collapsing. And now?

His Lattices had returned. His CQ and PQ had surged. Not only had he recovered, but he had grown. By consuming the roasted flesh of the Crownscale Glimmer- carefully, patiently- in addition to the terrifying power that the Early Living Existential Glyph itself brought...he had recouped his losses and then some. The glyph had not weakened him, it had elevated him!

Even more staggering was the number of his Towers of Origin. One hundred thirty-five. Each a spire of conceptual resonance, a monument carved from the True Source it embodied. His wheel- his glorious Atlas...spun with completeness, its many Spokes shining with unquestionable glory. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He exhaled slowly, the warmth in his lungs spreading like a slow tide. This growth wasn’t just power. It was perspective.

Existence remained perilous.

The Foldless Ones still prowled. The chronicles of the Early Creatures, of the nameless Creature that many whispered of in hushed awe, of the Folds that once knew glory...there was so much he had yet to unravel.

So much that could kill him.

So much for him to kill!

But this moment? This rising? It gave him room to breathe.

He thought of hardship, of the chaos of Existence.

Of pain, and power, and the currents that swept beings from one end of the abyss to another.

All of this was change as when it came to him, he had undergone a tremendous amount of changes.

And what he learned throughout all of it...

"The only way to make sense of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance."

Plunge into the change. Move with it. Dance with it!

Noah let the words settle. He didn’t fight the tide anymore. He was becoming the current!

A heavy, quintessential, unstoppable current!

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In the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, the silence was far from still.

The folds rippled like breathing parchment, lightless and bottomless.

At their center stood Altheon, his body resplendent and towering, radiating an authority that bent time and existence itself. His six white-gold wings beat in slow rhythm, the halos above his head spinning soundlessly.

Yet even he, for all his might, could not grasp where she had gone.

The girl with the scent of a Living Origin. Taken from beneath his gaze like a mote of dust whisked away by sunlight.

It was impossible.

And yet.

He clenched his jaw, frustration simmering beneath his celestial skin.

If she was still in these folds, and she had to be, then whatever had taken her had done so not with overwhelming power, but with an artful slight of hand.

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