Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4341

Chapter 4341: CHEAT II

“The appearance of THE Living Order is naturally a good thing,” she began, her voice now clearly emanating from her form, each word perfectly pronounced as if language itself was eager to serve her properly.

“If she can be brought here, to our side of The Veil, it could lead to possibilities of true Order…not the fragmented, suffering thing that currently exists, but something pure, something perfect, something… complete.”

She moved, just slightly, and the entire space rearranged itself to accommodate her gesture.

“As you all know, both THE Creature and I are bound to this side of The Veil due to the handiwork of THE Others, just until The Fallout occurrs and erases all barriers. So it will be left in your hands, my Creatures, to handle this delicate situation.”

Her gaze swept across them, and being seen by her was like being known down to the quantum level of one’s existence.

“But I will always be here, watching, guiding, protecting as I can. And with the emergence of this event… it is now as good a time as any to anoint the Guiders of Order.” She paused.

“Which among you would want such a distinction?”

HUUM!

The response was immediate. Every Early Creature present banged their fists against their chests in perfect unison!

It would be their highest honor to be chosen, to be elevated, to be given purpose beyond even their already transcendent existence!

THE Dead Order smiled calmly, the expression of one who had expected nothing less from her Creatures.

“Even in this state, bound and chained by those who fear what perfect Order might accomplish, I can still use a glimpse of my Civilization. Of my Way of Existence.”

Her voice carried notes of profound satisfaction mixed with anticipation. “But even this glimpse alone is enough for… pure wonders.”

…!

At these words, white light erupted from her form with the inevitable certainty of dawn breaking over a world that had forgotten the sun existed.

The light spread outward in perfect concentric circles, each ring evaluating, judging, measuring every being it touched against criteria that existed before criteria were invented!

The light swept through them all, and where it touched, some beings began to glow with an inner radiance while others remained as they were…honored by consideration but not chosen for elevation.

The selection process was neither cruel nor kind…it simply was, as absolute and unchallengeable as Order itself.

And among those chosen, rising high with light that transformed his very essence, the visage of Forgemaster Vulcan blazed with new purpose!

It was a momentous occasion.

A time… of anointment!

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In a melting region of collapse.

Noah sat back down on his throne made from crimson gold flames as the light of Perpetual Harvest covered everything.

The Harvest from what had just occurred would undoubtedly be grand!

And prompts began to bloom as he reveled in such a harvest, each one carrying information that reshaped his understanding of power’s true architecture.

|Analysis of Harvest Parameters and Limitations of Advancement of Existence Initiated.|

|The traversal of The Way and continuation past the Quintillions represents an arduous ordeal that cannot be circumvented through mere accumulation. The fundamental architecture of existence enforces strict hierarchical limitations on power absorption.|

The inflow of Harvest was already making itself known…his Complexity and Purity surging upward like twin tsunamis of pure potential, each wave lifting him higher toward peaks he had only theorized about before.

So this was the truth of it, then!

The demarcations of The Way of Existence were becoming clearer with each moment of ascension.

One could not simply farm countless weak mobs and expect tremendous progression…Existence itself had built in diminishing returns that became absolute barriers at certain thresholds.

To truly advance, one had to hunt those who required genuine effort, whose defeat represented not just victory but evolution.

It was elegant in its brutality. Beautiful in its unfairness. Perfect in its encouragement of perpetual conflict between beings of comparable might.

The strong would feast upon the strong, while the weak became irrelevant background noise in the symphony of transcendent warfare. It was a system that ensured only those willing to risk everything against worthy opponents could climb toward existence’s highest peaks.

Well for him, his Perpetual Harvest would continue to deny diminishing returns as he would continue Harvesting efforts from all around Existence.

He gave a silent command that for any Harvest he did not need as it would not aid his progrssion of complexity, purity, Principles, or anything in his Way- for it to be stored to use for those in his Civilization!

As he contemplated these truths, Noah felt a part of himself beginning to burn with familiar intensity.

The sensation drew his attention inward, toward that space where concepts lived before they became reality. A smile spread across his features as he directed his consciousness toward a particular presence that had been quietly growing within his existential architecture.

“Cheating Architect,” he called out internally, his voice carrying notes of anticipation. “Have you had enough Harvest?”

WAA!

Did it have enough?!