Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4963

Chapter 4963: The One Percent II

Abaddon had been thinking about doing many things. He had sensed all the events that had just occurred across Observable Existence.

But instead of acting on any of these observations, he asked a different question.

"Your weavings just intertwined with THE Creature?"

His voice carried the weight of rivers that flowed through realities yet unformed.

"He is an interesting guy, isn’t he?"

Abaddon asked such a question while he thought of THE Creature.

Whenever he did look at THE Youngest and THE Creature, he couldn’t help but think of how alike they were. Not in power, though THE Youngest was growing at rates that defied conventional understanding.

Not in methodology, though both seemed to approach existence with calculation that exceeded many things.

It was something in their eyes.

The first time Abaddon had met THE Creature was in THE Prima Indifferentia.

At that time, THE Creature looked like something that had just undergone a rebirth into another form. His manifestation had been unstable, flickering between configurations as if he hadn’t yet decided what he wanted to be. Abaddon considered him younger at that moment, as his own Depth had been higher than THE Creature’s at that time. At that time.

But it seemed to be on a technicality.

Anyways, at that time, the eyes of THE Creature reminded Abaddon of something he couldn’t quite identify.

Now he knew.

They reminded him of the eyes of THE Youngest.

That same burning certainty. That same sense that existence itself was merely raw material waiting to be shaped according to will.

It was a gaze of pride and arrogance that was dangerous.

At this time, THE Youngest smiled and nodded at Abaddon’s question.

"Powerful beyond measure. A very interesting guy."

His golden eyes held appreciation.

"But I was curious about you a bit more."

Abaddon’s obsidian chaos swirled with interest at this statement. THE Youngest had been keeping him back from attacking the infection spreading across existence for some time now.

"And I wanted to ask you about probabilities."

Probabilities?

Hah!

Chaos was filled with probabilities and possibilities! Every moment contained infinite potential outcomes. Every action spawned countless branches of what-could-be. Every decision collapsed wave functions of maybe into singular expressions of is.

There was so much to be done right now. THE Entity spread further with every passing moment. THE Primordial Mycelia’s infection claimed more beings with every breath. And yet THE Youngest wanted to discuss probabilities?

But THE Youngest spoke still.

His form shimmered with blue-gold flames as Infinite Undifferentiated Fate manifested visibly around his existence. The golden light pressed against Abaddon’s obsidian chaos without conflict, two fundamental forces acknowledging each other without competing.

"Let’s use an Undivided One as an example."

His voice held the weight of something being constructed.

"Let’s say there was something called Bazuman. An Undivided One of tremendous power who had existed since before THE Infinite Unfurling. A being of undifferentiation and consumption who believed himself invincible because nothing had ever truly threatened his existence."

"Now let’s say that despite all of Bazuman’s power, despite all of his accumulated authority and consumed existences and invincible reputation, there existed a one percent probability that collapse was coming for him."

"One percent. Ninety-nine roads lead to Bazuman’s continued dominance. But one road, just one, leads to his complete and utter annihilation."

"Would Bazuman take this one percent seriously even though the chance of it happening was so low? Would he ignore that single percentage point because ninety-nine others favored his survival? Or would he do anything, absolutely anything, to make sure that one percent didn’t even exist?"

"A percent chance is still a percent chance."

"It is as if there are one hundred roads. Ninety-nine roads will lead to the same result. But that one road is still there. It exists. It waits. It holds potential that the other ninety-nine cannot negate through mere numerical superiority."

"You see,Youngest, this is what many beings fail to understand about probability and chaos. They look at percentages and see safety in large numbers. They look at one percent and see something so small that it can be dismissed. They calculate their odds and feel comfort in ninety-nine percent certainty."

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