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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4915

Chapter 4915: Overcome! II

He struggled to keep it together, pouring every ounce of his will into maintaining the coherence of his form.

But the undifferentiation did not stop. It did not pause. It infinitely continued its assault, regenerating pressure faster than he could adapt to it.

Why would his father bring him here?!

Henry felt genuine pain as his existence truly was unraveling, the edges of his being dissolving into the multicolored chaos that surrounded him. He looked toward his father for help, his eyes filled with desperation and confusion as this was his main body and not a clone!

What he saw was Noah and THE Infiniverse looking at him calmly.

No concern.

No urgency.

Just observation!

Noah stepped closer to his struggling son, his blue-gold flames burning with authority that seemed entirely unaffected by the infinite undifferentiation pressing against them. His eyes held weight that exceeded anything Henry had witnessed from his father before.

"Boy."

His voice was heavy, each word emerging with authority that made the realm itself seem to listen.

"There are countless monsters across Existence. Even I am unsure of what is coming. Existence is too vast. Existence is dangerous."

He watched his son struggle without offering any assistance.

"I have come to realize that should anything happen to me... and nothing should or can happen to me... but if in the infinite possibilities there is one where something happens..."

His eyes hardened.

"I know that you and all others will not survive for long. You will die even quicker."

Henry gasped as another wave of undifferentiation tore at his foundations, his form flickering between stability and dissolution.

"As my only progeny, you need to be strong, Boy. And strength comes from adversity."

Noah gestured at the realm around them.

"This is adversity. Overcome it or you will be left behind."

His voice dropped to something that held no compromise.

"It is merely undifferentiation filled with Infinities. With my blood coursing through you... why should you fall to this?" π—³πš›πšŽπšŽπ˜„π•–π•“π•Ÿπ• πšŸπšŽπ•.𝗰𝕠𝐦

BOOM!

Henry struggled as his existence continued to unravel, his eyes locked onto his father with an expression of absolute disbelief!

This could not be happening!

His own father was watching him dissolve and offering nothing but words about adversity!

The barrier did not fight against intrusion. It simply declared that intrusion was not possible, and reality accepted that declaration without question.

The size of this tree seemed to be a meter long and a mile long and one light year long at the same time. Its dimensions continued to vary with each observation, never settling on a single measurement because measurement itself was a form of differentiation that the tree had not fully accepted. It was small. It was vast. It was both and neither simultaneously.

And near it sat a Primordial Architect.

The being’s form defied easy description, for it existed at the intersection of differentiation and undifferentiation that had birthed all Primordial Architects during THE First Cause.

Its body was humanoid in the loosest sense, possessing what might have been called a head and torso and limbs, but each component was composed of crystallized potential rather than solid matter.

Its face held features that were both present and absent. Eyes that burned with light older than Observable Existence gazed outward with an otherworldly and extraordinary attitude that transcended mortal concepts of attention.

There was gentleness in those eyes, yes, but also cunning that had been accumulated across eons of observation and manipulation.

It barely paid a glance at the raging storms of corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals in the surroundings. Such chaos was beneath its concern. Such transformation was merely the latest iteration of changes that it had witnessed countless times across cycles that predated memory itself.

In front of the sitting Primordial Architect, there was a simple looking square board.

But terrifyingly, on this board were the auras of entities that would have made lesser Absolutes like that ugly, bent, and twisted fucker THE Living Elemental flee in terror.

Formless Terrors and Undivided Ones, beings that had existed since before THE Infinite Unfurling, were present on the board’s surface. But they seemed miniaturized and frozen, reduced to the size of game pieces despite their true forms being vast enough to consume Primordial Realms.

They were... mere pieces!

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