Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4998

Chapter 4998: Research II

The information was too grand.

So grand that...

The sparkling blue lights all around Noah began converging behind him with purpose that seemed almost comedic in its timing. They gathered and compressed and solidified into shape that had no business existing in this moment of existential revelation.

A chair.

The endless Infinity he now conducted had formed a chair behind him, and Noah fell onto it.

He had to sit down for this!

He genuinely had to sit down for this!

The Four Aspects of the Oldest Paradox of Existence. THE First Tongue. Existence. Chaos. Paradox.

They were the Keys of Civilization!

He had laid a Claim on Mana. On THE First Tongue. He had forged Phonemes and studied Logos and Philology and Archai and built his advancement around the linguistic architecture of Observable Existence. That was his path. That was his foundation. That was what he had believed defined his relationship with Infinity.

But before he did all of that, he had Infinity.

Before THE First Tongue. Before the Keys. Before the classifications and the methodologies and all the structures that beings used to understand how power worked.

He had Infinity.

THE Beholder was saying that he rejected the idea of the Four Aspects. That why would Infinity merely be something expressed through THE First Tongue? That during THE First Cause, Infinity was there.

By itself.

Without any expression through anything else!

...!

DUM!

Noah felt the beat of his heart again, heavy and grounding, as he thought about everything this implied.

If Infinity was its own grand thing by itself. Its own Civilization. Its own wonder that was not just expressed through THE First Tongue but existed independent of all expression entirely.

Did that not truly mean that it was THE Civilization that could become any Civilization?

He had just managed to wield Paradox by conducting Infinity. He had not spoken Phonemes. He had not invoked linguistic architecture. He had simply directed the endless sea toward an Aspect, and the Aspect had responded.

Could he...

Noah looked at his hand.

Skin, fingers, and lines across his palm that fortune tellers in his old world might have claimed held meaning. Mundane. Finite. Human in the most basic sense of what that word meant.

And yet.

"O Chaos."

HUUM!

From above his palm, endless blue light began to gather with responsiveness that felt eager, that felt almost excited to demonstrate what was now possible. The blue compressed and darkened and transformed, shifting from the radiance of Infinity into something else entirely.

Obsidian light.

Chaotic obsidian light that churned with patterns that defied prediction, that moved in ways that contradicted themselves, that existed in states of constant flux without ever settling into stability.

It bloomed around Noah with majesty that exceeded anything he had consciously designed.

A black dahlia. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The flower formed from pure Chaos, its petals dark as the void between stars, its structure impossibly intricate. Each petal held endless rivers of obsidian flowing across its makeup, currents of Chaos that moved through the flower’s architecture like blood through veins. The dahlia surrounded Noah completely, massive and terrible and beautiful.

Noah looked at it mesmerizingly.

He had not claimed Chaos. He had simply directed Infinity toward that Aspect, and Infinity had expressed it because Infinity could express anything.

DUM!

His heart was pounding now.

More and more with each beat.

Simultaneously, he raised his left hand. His lips trembled as he spoke.

"Existence."

HUUM!

"O Paradox. O Mana!"

HUUM!

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify