Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4832

Chapter 4832: Integrations and Memories III

Noah read through the prompts with his eyes closed.

And he saw it.

Murky Corrupted Growths converging toward THE Infiniverse as if drawn by forces beyond their understanding. They painted over the barrier outside like a disease seeking entry.

But as soon as they touched those boundaries, a silent glow of heavy Depth emerged.

The Corrupted Growths were rapidly dissipated, dissolved like shadows before dawn. What had been twisted and wrong became clean and pure, transformed into golden light that flowed into his home.

Was this why THE Vaults of Ginnungagap were so grand? Why THE Agora of Primordial Judgment held so many THE classification entities and four Absolutes?

They’d been cleansing Corrupted Growths for eons, accumulating the pure Civilizational Authority that resulted. They’d become stronger through the natural process of serving as nodes that attracted and purified corruption.

And now THE Infiniverse was beginning to do the same.

His home was becoming a Primordial Realm in truth, not just in name.

More prompts bloomed.

|Absolute Everything Generation|

|Progress toward next Absolute Everything: 10%|

|In conjunction with your personal cleansing and what THE Infiniverse now does automatically, another Absolute Everything will be ready soon? Soon|

|Potential applications:|

|- Take another Half-Step Absolute toward Absolute|

|- Assuming they’re all as grand as THE Big Stepper, which is admittedly a high bar|

|- Other purposes as you determine|

...!

Many things were coming up as possibilities.

His progression proceeded steadily, foundations being reinforced with every passing moment, every cleansed Corrupted Growth, every piece of harvested authority flowing into his Civilization.

And there was still so much more to do.

In addition to pursuing information about THE Entity through Eckert, he now knew the locations of The Shelters of THE Loom from obtaining Undifferentiated Fate. The places where THE Living Paradox’s forces gathered. The strongholds that had seemed unreachable before.

He wanted to pay a visit to them.

And alongside that, there were the memories of THE Weavers themselves. He’d sent another part of his consciousness toward their Absolute Existential Palace to sift through what remained of their accumulated understanding.

If he had more information, more knowledge, he could move through Existence even grander than before. After all, knowing the right things was everything.

He even had his own personal growth to consider. The continued nurturing of the 27 Absolute Seals. The Archai he’d formed...Perpetual Harvest, Cheating Architect, Undifferentiated Mana...each holding new avenues to express his power as he neared Absolute.

There was much to be done.

So much to be done!

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In Observable Existence, there is a creature called THE Mnemonic Leviathan.

It dwells in the spaces between Primordial Realms, its body composed entirely of accumulated information. Every secret whispered across eons, every truth discovered and forgotten, every piece of knowledge that ever existed flows through its endless form. It knows everything.

And... it has never done anything.

THE Mnemonic Leviathan drifts through Existence, bloated with understanding it cannot apply, suffocating under the weight of wisdom it cannot wield. It knows how Absolutes fall. It knows how Civilizations rise. It knows...the weaknesses of Absolutes that others dont know.

It knows, and it watches, and it does nothing at all.

Those who have witnessed eons say that knowledge alone is the most useless currency in Observable Existence. They have seen beings accumulate libraries of understanding only to be collapsed by someone who knew a single truth and acted upon it without hesitation. They have watched empires built not by the most informed, but by those who treated every scrap of knowledge as a weapon demanding immediate use.

Because in the end, knowledge hoarded is knowledge wasted.

But knowledge applied is transformation itself.

Tendrils of golden-blue light swirled around him, emerging from his existence like extensions of his will made manifest. They moved with purpose that transcended conscious direction, reaching out like hands toward each of the doors around him. They pressed against locks, brushed against chains, tested seals that had held for eons. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

It wasn’t the largest door. It wasn’t the most ornately decorated. It sat between two grander entrances as if trying not to be noticed, its chains slightly less imposing than those on its neighbors.

The tendrils of Undifferentiated Fate wrapped around it with certainty that brooked no doubt.

This one.

Noah nodded and floated toward it.

He put his hand on the locks and chains surrounding the door, feeling the weight of protections that THE Weavers had laid down across countless years. They pushed back against him, testing his authority, questioning whether he had the right to access what lay within.

In the next moment, he leaned forward.

He pressed the ridiculous Immensity of the weight of his entire existence into these chains.

The foundation that approached what THE Creature and THE Primordial Chaos had built across eons. The 27 Seals of Absolute Tongue burning with concentrated authority. The Claim on The First Tongue itself, the linguistic foundation of reality pressing against protections that had never been designed to withstand such weight.

CRACK!

The chains cracked and fell down, clattering against the floor of the hallway with sounds that echoed through the empty palace.

The golden door began to open in front of him.

Noah stepped through.

Existence began to turn hazy all around him, reality losing its definition as memory replaced perception. The hallway faded. The palace faded. Everything that was now faded into everything that had been then.

And he blinked.

...!

Shockingly, he found his consciousness split into three.

He was looking through the eyes of three people simultaneously, three perspectives that somehow merged into a single experience. It was disorienting , his sense of self fragmenting across multiple viewpoints that moved and thought and felt as one.

In this memory, it was like Noah was living through the eyes of THE Weavers themselves!