Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4368

Chapter 4368: A Seed Civilization! II

In an instant, everything stopped, the Early Creature’s leg mid-stomp, the tears on the Fold Dwellers’ faces, even the air itself seemed to crystallize into stillness.

Noah appeared above the village, surrounded by waves of Mana. His eyes swept across the scene, taking in everything...the destroyed homes, the kneeling people, the Early Creature caught in mid-cruelty like an insect preserved in amber.

"This will do," he said simply, his voice carrying across the frozen moment.

His gaze turned to the Early Creature, this being of Ten Quadrillion Complexity and Purity who had thought his power made him untouchable.

Noah didn’t attack. Didn’t unleash some devastating technique. Didn’t even really move beyond a casual gesture.

He simply exerted his Mana Haki...that aura of dominance born from Infinite Mana refined through impossible cultivation, and reality acknowledged which of them actually held authority here.

SQUELCH!

The Early Creature crumpled.

Not wounded. Not defeated. Not even killed in any conventional sense.

He simply collapsed, his entire existence folding in on itself like paper being compressed by forces beyond its structural integrity.

Ten Quadrillion Complexity and Purity, reduced to nothing by a casual flex of will from someone who understood that numbers only mattered if reality agreed they mattered.

Noah floated down grandly, Mana swirling around him. The ice holding the Fold Dwellers melted as he approached, though they remained kneeling...now from shock and awe rather than compulsion.

He looked at them all, these people who had been moments from either death or fates worse than death, and his eyes found Kael...the defiant tribe leader whose pride had nearly gotten him killed.

When Noah spoke, his voice was light, almost conversational, but it carried across the village with clarity that suggested every syllable had been crafted specifically for this moment.

"Do you all wish to have true power?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like possibility given form. "Power that will make it so not even Early Creatures question your dignity or force you to kneel?"

...!

His words descended on an oppressed people, on Fold Dwellers who had been told their entire lives that they were lesser, weaker, meant to serve or suffer at the whims of their betters.

Slowly, one by one, they rose from their kneeling positions.

They looked at him...this stranger surrounded by blue brilliance who had appeared from nowhere and unmade their tormentor with ease.

And in their eyes, Noah saw exactly what he needed to see.

Not just gratitude.

Not just desperation.

But hunger.

The hunger for strength. For dignity. For the power to never kneel again.

Perfect.

The silence that followed Noah’s question hung in the air!

The Fold Dwellers looked at each other, then at the collapsed form of the Early Creature who had been tormenting them moments ago, then back at Noah...this stranger wreathed in blue brilliance who had appeared from nowhere and offered them impossible things.

Kael was the first to move.

He rose fully from his kneeling position, his legs still shaking slightly from the lingering effects of the pressure that had forced him down, but his eyes were clear. Sharp.

He approached Noah with careful steps, stopping at a respectful distance before bowing deeply- not the forced submission of moments ago, but genuine gratitude mixed with caution.

"Thank you," Kael said, his voice steady despite everything. "For saving us. For stopping him. For... for seeing us as worth saving at all."

He straightened, and his expression shifted from gratitude to something harder...more analytical.

"But in all my life, I have learned one fundamental truth that transcends all others." His gaze met Noah’s directly, unflinching. "Nothing is free. Not truly. Not ever."

The other Fold Dwellers watched their leader speak.

Kael continued, his voice gaining strength.

"We were just saved. Rescued from fates worse than death. And we are immensely, profoundly grateful for it." He paused, letting that gratitude register as genuine before adding the crucial caveat.

"But it was not free. Our salvation came with a cost...perhaps one we don’t yet understand, but a cost nonetheless."

His hand gestured toward Noah, encompassing the power radiating from him.

The women who had been moments from violation. The men who had been forced to kneel. The children who had watched their parents reduced to begging. The elderly who had lived too long under the cruelty of beings who viewed them as insects.

They all looked back at him with trust!

Kael smiled sadly.

"The First Folds never gave us a warm welcome anyway," he said, his voice mixing bitterness with liberation. "We can isolate ourselves from it. From all of it. If it means standing tall, if it means never kneeling again, if it means our children grow up knowing dignity..."

He turned back to Noah, and his voice rang with certainty.

"We accept. Isolation. Fealty. Whatever future call you make. We accept all of it."

...!

Noah nodded, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. His hands rose, and suddenly Mana surged from him like waves crashing against shores that had never known oceans.

The blue brilliance wrapped around the entire village...not just the people but the structures, the ground they stood on, the very space they occupied.

Reality seemed to acknowledge that this section of the First Folds was being claimed, carved out, removed from the normal flow of existence.

The Fold Dwellers gasped as they felt the sensation of being lifted, of being isolated, of becoming separate from the larger fabric of reality around them.

Noah’s right hand swept through the air with casual authority, and space itself tore.

It tore like fabric being ripped by forces that refused to accept its integrity. The tear widened into a massive rift, and through it, the Fold Dwellers could see something that made their minds struggle to process...regions of Collapse, spaces where existence had failed, gaps between the structured reality they knew.

"The Wandering Territories," Noah said, as if that explained everything.

|TEMPORAL AND SPATIAL DISPLACEMENT INITIATED|

|Action: Removing isolated settlement from First Folds|

|Destination: Wandering Territories - Stable Collapse Regions|

|Reasoning: Historical consistency suggests Wandering Territories remain unchanged through major timeline events|