Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5009

Chapter 5009: Glorious Purpose! I

In Alfheimr.

On the mountain where THE Creature used to reside, where his multicolored flames had once blazed, a different presence now occupied that space.

The ancient being had departed, leaving behind only the lingering weight of his previous occupation.

One particular lifeform worthy of interest was a woman whose teeth had barely regrown after they were knocked out by THE Youngest not too long ago.

THE Living Emotive sat near an Undivided One, her legs dangling over the edge of a crystallized outcropping as she gazed out across the stretches of Alfheimr below. Her companion said nothing, simply existing in her presence with patience.

The bruises on her face had healed. The damage to her pride had not, though she wore that damage like jewelry rather than wounds.

Everybody underestimated the weak woman of ill repute.

She was just someone who bounced around from one of THE Four to another, right? Just a loose woman seeking protection from whoever would provide it.

Just the Broken Doll who shattered and reformed depending on which powerful being currently found her amusing. That was what they thought. That was what she let them think.

But oh, how little they understood.

She smiled brilliantly, her new white teeth gleaming in the ambient light of Alfheimr’s crystallized forests. The smile stretched too wide, held too long, carried edges that suggested something unstable lurking beneath the surface.

"My big burly Chaos was caught in a web of unity, I sensed it and truly utilized our bond!"

Her voice emerged sing-song and lilting, each word dancing with manic energy.

"The strength of...what is it called now? The Primordial Mycelia! The strength of that little fungus is now draining and flowing into me, filling me up so deliciously!"

She giggled, the sound bright and broken simultaneously.

"Huhu, as I get stronger, I will come back for you, O Youngest. O Osmont!"

Her eyes blazed with something beyond mere interest.

"For you have stolen my heart!"

...!

The Undivided One beside her shifted slightly but offered no comment.

Nobody knew how her power worked.

Even THE Creature had sat her down once and explained how what she possessed was unique across Observable Existence, how she could make something of herself if she chose to apply her capabilities with purpose.

But she had not even told him the true extent of what she could do, had smiled and nodded and let him believe he understood her while keeping the depths of her nature hidden behind eyes that everyone dismissed as empty.

Power was a funny thing, really.

When you hid things about it from all others, when you let them assume you were weak while cultivating strength in shadows they never thought to examine, the things you could accomplish became terrifying. THE Four thought she clung to them for protection. They never considered that she clung to them for access, for connection, for bonds that let her siphon what she needed while appearing to give nothing but companionship in return.

And now THE Primordial Chaos had fallen to THE Entity’s infection.

That warm unity spreading across his existence, that Primordial Mycelia weaving through his foundations, it thought it was consuming him. It thought it was adding his strength to its collective. But the bond between THE Living Emotive and THE Primordial Chaos ran deeper than infection could reach, and through that bond, she was drinking from both of them without either noticing.

None knew that she could tap into and drink from the bond, and she...had always hidden this before and never done it for the past eons.

She licked her new teeth with tongue that savored the sensation of regeneration.

But beyond power, beyond the delicious strength flowing into her existence through channels no one suspected, there was something else occupying her thoughts.

She had never been treated the way THE Youngest had treated her. To slap her like that, without hesitation, without the careful handling that others always employed when dealing with her. To look at her like that, with contempt so pure it bordered on refreshing.

Ah.

She really wanted Osmont.

Not in the way she had wanted THE Creature or THE Primordial Chaos or any of the others she had attached herself to across eons of careful positioning.

Those had been strategic desires, calculated attachments designed to serve her hidden purposes. This was different. This burned with something she had almost forgotten she could feel.

He had looked at her like she was nothing.

And she... wanted to make him look at her like she was everything.

"Wait for me, O Youngest."

Her sing-song voice carried across the mountain as her smile stretched wider still.

"The Broken Doll is putting herself back together, piece by piece by piece. And when she’s whole again, she’ll come dancing to your door!"

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In THE Infiniverse.

Noah looked at THE Infinite Root of Uncountable Saturation floating before him, its crystallized blue form existing as both singular and infinite simultaneously.

He was a finite being conducting Infinity.

But he was doing so in a Countable manner, his endless authority flowing through patterns that could theoretically be observed and listed. First, second, third, onward forever. Sequential. Ordered. Limited by the very structure of how he perceived the endless sea he now directed rather than contained.

This was shown by the slight strain he felt sometimes when conducting Infinity across vast distances. The sensation was minor, barely noticeable amid the immensity of what he could accomplish, but it existed. And anything that existed could be overcome. Anything that limited him could be expanded beyond those limits.

So if he used Infinity inside an object to expand what he could do with Infinity...

Noah reached out and grasped THE Infinite Root of Uncountable Saturation.

The gaps filled.

Between every point of Infinity he had previously perceived, new points emerged. And between those new points, more points emerged. And between those, still more, infinitely, endlessly, density that could not be listed no matter how one tried because there was always more between any two instances one attempted to identify.

HUUM!

"A portion of my existence...my Surface Depth, now feels it."

"That Uncountable nature. That density beyond sequence! THAT density!"

He felt BIG! Fat!

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