Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5012

Chapter 5012: THE Gamaidjan! II

Naldine saw Noah’s smile and shook her head slowly.

"Did any of what I said go through your head? Or has THE Gamaidjan become so entrenched within you?"

Her voice carried weight pressing against THE Primordial Archive around them.

"Has the madness of Infinity already permeated inside of you so much? You have been the one utilizing it the most, so it would be understandable if you could no longer distinguish between your own thoughts and its influence."

Her calm and powerful eyes shone brightly, eyes that had witnessed eons of existence and the rise and fall of beings who had believed themselves beyond consequence. She looked at Noah as if examining a specimen, searching for signs of infection she was certain existed.

Noah looked at this Primordial Architect as he waved his hands.

Rivers of Infinity began to swirl around his fingers, blue light gathering from directions that should not have contained anything to gather. But this was not the sequential flow he had commanded before his transformation. This was Uncountable in nature, endless points filling the gaps between endless points, density that made his previous expressions seem like trickles compared to floods.

Dense! Dense! Dense!

The rivers quickly transformed into raging torrents, their power ecstatic and eager. They swirled around his hands and arms and shoulders with intensity that pressed against the ancient knowledge stored within THE Primordial Archive, Grimoires trembling on their shelves in response to authority they had never encountered before.

Arthur and Gunther saw this from behind Naldine, and their eyes shone brighter as they came closer. The Undivided One’s obsidian features practically glowed with reverence, while the Formless Terror’s crimson tentacles churned with excitement he could barely contain.

Noah let the rivers rage around him as he spoke.

"You speak of arrogance and self-entitlement. Of eyes that gaze upon everything as lesser. Of certainty that my path is right simply because it is mine."

His voice emerged calm, measured, and had the weight of someone who had genuinely considered the accusation before responding.

"I know the line between arrogance and confidence. I know I am not the center of existence. I have lived for such a short time while existence has been around trillions of times longer than what I have experienced. The cycles before me stretch beyond comprehension, and the cycles after me will likely stretch just as far."

He looked at Naldine directly.

"But even if I know I am not at the center of existence, I can still move and act with confidence. To go through the adversity of existence, one needs confidence in themselves. In their way. In their ability to overcome whatever descends upon them."

The rivers of Infinity around him intensified.

"I have profound confidence that I have not fallen to the madness of Infinity. But hey, maybe I am wrong."

He smiled.

"Is me thinking I could be wrong not also refuting the curse? THE Gamaidjan? I doubt. I fear. I question my own assumptions and examine my own thoughts."

His eyes shone with light that pressed against Naldine’s Second Scale presence.

"But forget all that. Let me ask you this, O Primordial Architect. Naldine Manthon."

He paused.

"Do you fear death?"

BOOM!

The question seemed simple on its surface. Naldine looked at him closely, her pure white eyes with their orbiting blue singularities fixed upon his form with intensity that suggested she was evaluating whether this question deserved a serious answer.

It did.

"Death is nothing to us."

"Because when we exist, death is not here. And when death is here, we do not exist. Since pleasure and pain require consciousness, non-existence is neither good nor bad. It simply is the absence of experience, and absence cannot be experienced."

"Death is a natural, fated part of existence, like birth. The cycle completes itself regardless of our feelings about its completion. To fear death is to fear the inevitable, and fearing the inevitable accomplishes nothing except poisoning whatever time remains before its arrival."

"I do not fear death."

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"Well said!"

"I also do not fear death. Not because I believe I cannot die, but because if I do, many who depend on me will face difficulties. My family. My forces. My Civilization. All of them would suffer consequences I cannot permit them to suffer."

"So while I do not fear death, I cannot have it happen. Thus, I move and act with profound confidence because I told myself, and I keep telling myself, I cannot die. Not because I really cannot die. I know I can. But because I know I cannot have that happen. Not just yet."

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