Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4859

Chapter 4859: The Crack Of Observable Existence I

THE Mouseion of Fated Artifacts was a unique place.

When Noah arrived, he found himself standing on a golden river that seemed to be flowing forward endlessly. The current moved beneath his feet without disturbing his balance, carrying him nowhere while simultaneously carrying him everywhere.

All around him was a stellar environment that held sparkling multicolored lights etched across the expanse as if they were stars scattered by a guiding hand. They burned with colors that shouldn’t have coexisted, crimson beside azure beside gold beside shades that had no names in any language.

Each of these supposed stars had strings they were connected to.

These strings extended outward to the edge of perception itself, gossamer threads of fate that linked artifacts to destinies, treasures to those worthy of claiming them. The entire Mouseion was a web of predetermined connections, a place where what was meant to be found would be found by those meant to find it.

Behind him, the figure of Glossikos looked at him with an inquisitive gaze.

"All of us study and revere The First Tongue."

Her voice was musical.

"It is rare to find someone like you who calls themselves THE Tongue Whisperer. One who has mastered what we spend eons merely attempting to comprehend."

She gestured toward the stellar expanse around them.

"Because we revere The First Tongue, myself and a few others take care of THE Mouseion of Fated Artifacts. Over time, we came to understand a few of its secrets."

Her wooden features held something like pride.

"If anyone is fated for anything in here, they release a glimmer of their Civilization. If they are fated with anything, it comes down for them. The strings part. The barriers dissolve. What is meant to be claimed descends into waiting hands."

She paused.

"We tried to contribute ourselves and found that we gained merit points whenever we added things to this place that are claimed. The method to do that is right there."

She pointed toward an area to the side of the golden river.

An elevated pedestal rose from the flowing current, its base somehow anchored despite the endless movement beneath it. Atop the pedestal was a swirling golden platform that churned with authority similar to the river itself but concentrated, focused, purposeful.

It looked like an altar.

An altar where offerings could be made to fate itself.

Hah!

Noah walked up to it as his treasure chest followed behind him, the blue-gold container hovering faithfully at his side. He came to stand before the elevated pedestal on the edge of the golden river, and the moment he stood before it, information flowed into his existence.

|Mouseion Protocol Detected|

|THE Mouseion of Fated Artifacts is a place where merit can be granted depending on anything contributed|

|The merit is awarded only when what has been contributed is claimed by the one that is fated|

|If nobody fated claims it, no merit will be awarded|

|The contribution will remain in the Mouseion until its fated recipient arrives|

|This could be moments. This could be eons. Time is irrelevant to fate|

|Place what you wish to contribute on the pedestal, and it shall be included in the vaults of THE Mouseion|

...!

Noah’s eyes shone sharply at this.

He didn’t waste too much time.

He proceeded to wave his hands, and the treasure chest behind him came forward at his command. It floated over the golden river, past his position, and landed on the golden platform with weight that made the pedestal tremble.

The Antinomia Prismatica.

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