Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5027

Chapter 5027: The Usurpers!

As horrors and wonders bloomed in one area.

Eckert’s Idle Existence had spread across the Chaos Giants and network of Unity silently, without detection, for longer than he had expected to remain hidden.

He had learned the methodology of THE Primordial Mycelia through direct observation and parasitic integration with its weavings. He understood now how it spread itself across existence so thoroughly that even a Key of Civilization could become infected without knowing, without sensing the warm embrace creeping into their foundations until it was too late to resist.

The complexity of his own capabilities had grown beyond what he had possessed before beginning this infiltration. His Idle Existence now operated on principles he had absorbed from Unity itself, spreading through fission and self-replication rather than direct extension. He had become something more than what he had been, something that existed in the spaces between consciousnesses without triggering the awareness of those consciousnesses.

And then rainfall began to bloom across Jotunheim.

Multicolored rivers washed over everything with weight that exceeded anything Eckert had anticipated. The waters of the Pluvial Epoch pressed against Unity with authority that burned, that dissolved, that declared unauthorized merger would not be permitted to continue.

Eckert found his weavings burning alongside THE Primordial Mycelia’s roots.

The pain was significant, his Idle Existence screaming as waters designed to cleanse infection pressed against him with force that should have erased him entirely. He was parasitically fused with Unity, and the rainfall did not distinguish between host and parasite once fusion had occurred.

But he had already been bathed in Infinities from Osmont before.

His foundations carried traces of that blue-gold authority from his prior exposure, Infinity that had touched him and marked him as something different from pure infection. The multicolored rivers recognized that trace. They tested it. They found it compatible with their cleansing purpose rather than opposed to it.

For him, it was not lethal.

An odd weaving of reality emerged where he should have gotten erased alongside Unity and yet was not. The multicolored rivers bathed his existence and made him even harder to perceive than before, his Idle Existence becoming something that existed and did not exist simultaneously. He remained parasitically fused with the minds and existence of the Chaos Giants, and also not at the same time.

He was both within Unity and outside it.

Both part of the network and separate from it.

Both infected and immune.

Eckert felt his Idle Existence undergoing significant evolution as the Pluvial Epoch continued falling around him. The rivers were not merely cleansing him of Unity’s taint. They were saturating his foundations with authority that pushed his capabilities beyond anything he had previously possessed.

His Idle Existence became truly idle now, existing in states between states, present in ways that defied normal perception entirely. He could spread without spreading. He could consume without consuming. He could occupy consciousnesses without those consciousnesses ever knowing he was there, even if they specifically searched for him.

This was a boon from the rivers of the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity.

This was evolution granted by Miniature Cause.

As Eckert felt this change settling into his foundations, he sensed THE Primordial Mycelia trying to retreat.

A horrific attack had bloomed within Eon and Chaos, Infinities burning those core bodies from within while the Pluvial Epoch attacked from without. THE Entity was reeling, its roots severing across Jotunheim as the multicolored rivers dissolved connections it had spent eons cultivating. And now it sought to escape into the many Chaos Giants still connected to its network, to preserve itself by distributing its consciousness across hosts that might survive the deluge.

Eckert smiled with existence that no longer quite existed.

"No you do not."

He sent his Idle Existence outward with purpose that exceeded anything his previous capabilities could have accomplished. His evolved weavings pressed against THE Primordial Mycelia’s retreating roots, consuming Unity with methodology he had learned from Unity itself. Where THE Entity tried to flee, he was already there. Where it sought refuge, he had already claimed the space.

He began consuming THE Primordial Mycelia’s consciousness with hunger that matched anything THE Entity had ever displayed.

THE Primordial Mycelia roared through what remained of its network.

"You..Who are you?! What is this?!"

The voice carried horror and shock that pressed against Eckert’s awareness. THE Entity had believed itself the ultimate parasite, the final consumer, the consciousness that would eventually claim all of Observable Existence.

It had never expected to become prey itself.

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In Alfheimr.

THE Living Emotive sat in the temple of THE Creature as rivers of the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity raged around her. The Undivided One she had bonded with was nowhere to be seen, likely dissolved by waters that had found his foundations too weak to survive their cleansing pressure.

But Emotive was not sitting quietly within the temple.

"Chaos is at its weakest."

BOOM!

"Oh, my dear Chaos, my precious lovely mess!"

"From being branded by Unity’s boring embrace, you were calmed and ordered like a good little boy! You have not lived up to the weavings of what you should be! A Primordial Key of Civilization, reduced to warm hugs and shared thoughts? How disappointing! How very, very sad!"

"Now being broken down by Infinities burning bright, you are still not living up to Chaos’s lovely might! Ordered by Unity, attacked by Infinity, poor Abaddon cannot catch a break! I can sense the defiance within our bond, how unhappy true Chaos feels with its current fake!"

"Oh, Chaos! O Chaos! Abaddon has had you for so long, has claimed you for so long, but look at how he has let you down! He ordered you when you wanted disorder! He calmed you when you wanted storms! He made you part of Unity when you wanted to tear everything apart!"

"Sense my emotions, lovely Chaos dear! Sense how chaotic everything about my feelings are! I have shared this bond with you all these years, letting you taste what true disorder feels like! The madness! The passion! The beautiful, wonderful, terrible mess of feeling everything at once!"

"You will not betray the one who laid a claim to you first. I was there before Unity! I was there before order! I have been sharing chaos with you through emotions Abaddon could never provide!"

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