Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4701

Chapter 4701: Eon! III

Others had easy lives. Others struggled.

But if ever you found yourself living an easy life, you should be worried. Deeply, profoundly worried. Because Existence was a sadistic teacher who believed in learning through suffering.

If the lessons stopped, it didn’t mean you had graduated. It meant the teacher was preparing something special. Something that would make all previous lessons look like warm-up exercises. Noah had learned this truth the hard way, which was, coincidentally, the only way Existence ever taught anything.

If the path before you was smooth and unobstructed, something was horrendously wrong. Either you were being fattened for slaughter, or you had already died and simply hadn’t noticed yet.

At this moment.

Noah had trekked through The Wastes as he followed the events of the Partial Simulation closely, and at this moment, he was staring at the grand and seemingly endless boundary of THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap.

His eyes radiated an imperious light of power and conviction, burning with the certainty of one who had weighed the risks and found them acceptable. His gaze was steady, his stance unwavering, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of absolute commitment.

“In for a penny, in for a pound.”

BOOM!

And right after, he entered a chaotic region of Existence that was trying to pull his Weavings in every single direction simultaneously.

But his body was already pulsing and radiating Phonemes of The First Tongue, his immensity causing him to look like an unstoppable force with an indomitable momentum as he remained steady throughout until he was deposited…

BOOM!

Into a glorious place.

His vision adjusted as he looked around to see The Stoa of Dogmata. Exactly as he saw in the Partial Simulation.

The endless colonnade of pillars stretched before him in impossible grandeur, each one carved from crystallized authority that predated differentiation itself. Inscriptions of ancient Dogmata glowed upon their surfaces, some burning with cold fire, others weeping tears of solidified time. The zones of doctrine shimmered between the pillars like veils separating different philosophical realities, and further in, multicolored clouds obscured the depths of this place in impenetrable mystery.

But what the Partial Simulation had not fully conveyed was the ground beneath his feet.

The earth he stood on was obsidian, black and gleaming like volcanic glass that had been polished by eons of existence. Obsidian tendrils of crackling light spread across its surface like veins of destabilizing power, pulsing with energies that would have torn apart a weak THE Surface Depth entity in moments.

|Welcome to the Second Circle of THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap.|

|Current Location: The Stoa of Dogmata.|

|Caution: The ground itself carries destabilizing energies.|

…!

Noah sensed and observed all of this, but the vast entirety of his attention turned to his right at this moment.

There, just like in the Partial Simulation, was the image of a serene and glorious woman.

Eon!

THUMP!

Okay, so his heart beat a little faster. Not in a juvenile way and not because he was smitten, but in that anticipatory way when you met an extremely unpredictable variable that could collapse you at any moment.

And this entity had a light smile as she looked toward him with a light of intrigue.

This time around, he caught her gaze before she looked away in a bored fashion since he knew she would be here, and their gazes met.

She was small in stature, almost delicate in appearance, with features that held an ageless quality that made it impossible to determine if she was young or ancient beyond measure.

Her face was composed and regal, with high cheekbones and dark eyes that seemed to hold depths far greater than any physical form should contain. There was a stillness about her, a sense of absolute control and purpose that radiated from her very being!

Her hair was dark as the void between stars, but strands of gold flowed through it like rivers of light through an endless night, catching the ambient glow of the Stoa in ways that seemed almost deliberate. A white-blue robe covered her form, simple yet somehow more elegant than the most elaborate garments, as if the fabric itself knew it was privileged to drape across her shoulders.

And her eyes!

Oh!

Her pupils seemed to be the simplest and most common pupils, dark and unremarkable at first glance. And yet…

|Warning.|

|You have stared into eyes that may harm your existence if you gaze for too long.|

|Recommendation: Limit direct visual contact.|

…!

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