Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5085

Chapter 5085: Knowledge And Access V

Even though he had grandly proclaimed that he would find his own way, it was still hard.

The hours stretched into what felt like days within this perception extended toward infinity, and Noah found himself no closer to understanding how to touch THE Silurian Cause than he had been when Naldine first demonstrated the Modus Operandi. He theorized. He contemplated. He examined every unique aspect of his existence that might provide pathways traditional methodology did not account for.

The connection to Eon continued flooding him with Observable force even within this stretched moment, that golden light pressing against his foundations with density that should have been expanding his perception. But expansion was not comprehension. Having more did not mean understanding what he had.

So he talked.

Sharing information had proven surprisingly effective for processing his own thoughts, and Naldine proved to be an attentive listener despite her apparent frustration with his refusal to accept impossibility.

"The enemy that really gave me a wake up call was someone called The Devilish Time Unveiler..."

Noah threw the golden ball of Observable force upward again, watching it arc through their perception-space.

"That fucker made me very vindictive and cautious. Granted, some stupid mistakes were made on my part. Thinking back, my first tries of Temporal Traversals were due to him, though back then I had the little Dagger of Time..."

He caught the ball, his expression shifting into something approaching nostalgia despite the danger that memory represented.

"Oppenheimer was cool. I still keep up with this guy called Commander Feng that had his own unique fable. Dikastes of Extremity I did not much care for."

He threw the ball again.

"I did enjoy my progression across my Wheel of Existence the most. I was playing around with The Three Body Problem, True Sources. I set up Singed, Ordo Ab Chao, Outerversal, Oh, Megalos...and other unique constructs to enact my own Atlas."

Naldine listened to these fragments of history with expression that shifted through confusion into assessment. The names meant nothing to her, the contexts were absent, but she was piecing together a picture of someone whose path had been anything but conventional.

He continued telling Fables.

She stopped him at one point, her singularity-dotted eyes narrowing.

"Hold on."

Her voice emerged with sharpness that demanded clarification.

"Adelaide, Barbatos, Anna, Athena, Eowyn, Sigrid, Riya... Why did you form so many potential points of weakness just for yourself?"

She rose from where she had been seated within their perception-space, her form radiating disapproval.

"Primordial Architects have no need for and do not bother with copulation for the most part, unless you are Beowulf. But why so many? Your enemies could hold you hostage just by pulling on threads of those you are emotionally attached to the most."

Her arms crossed over her chest.

"I would reduce this and keep your focus on your Civilization and Existence. Those with a singular focus find themselves always more determined. Attachments divide attention. Divided attention invites failure."

She said such dangerous words to Noah.

He smiled and shook his head as if she would not understand. The suggestion that he should reduce his connections, that he should sever bonds he had formed across spans of existence that most beings could not comprehend, it revealed a fundamental misunderstanding of what those connections meant to him.

They were not weaknesses.

They were reasons.

But explaining that to someone who had never experienced what he had experienced would be like explaining color to one who had never possessed sight.

He did ask her something else instead.

"You have never copulated, yes?"

His voice held no mockery, only genuine curiosity.

"You would not understand. I could expand your perspective on this and teach you regarding Dual Cultivation. It has solved many problems for me."

...!

Naldine looked at him calmly at such words.

Her expression did not shift into embarrassment or offense. She observed him with assessment that suggested she was considering his statement from angles he had not anticipated.

"The act itself can be considered nothing or mean everything."

Her voice emerged measured, almost clinical.

"You essentially allow yourself to be extremely vulnerable with your existence to another. Existences are fickle. If someone grasps your weavings at your weakest, they could do whatever they wished."

She gestured toward him with one hand.

"You are filled with Infinities. While it is a wonder you have not gone mad, letting you anywhere near me might cause THE Gamaidjan to envelop my existence."

Her singularity-dotted eyes held something that might have been caution beneath their imperious allure.

"And I do not wish to go mad with Infinity. Not anytime soon."

Noah shook his head at these words.

"The Great Naldine Manthon is afraid of my Infinity. Understood."

"If ever you want to change that misconception, let me know. I am ninety percent sure I could take you past the Calymmian Tier of THE Proterozoic Scale with Dual Cultivation."

"You think existence is that easy? THE Proterozoic Scale is that easy?"

"Yes?"

"In the last day, I have gone from Absolute to have another body of mine form multiple Proterozoic Bones and an Organ. This Ozymandias that I pulled out here. I myself..."

"Well, I have made my own accomplishments I will not freely mention. But yes. Existence and progression can be easy even with all the adversity."

"Some time ago, I was trapped in Hell Terra Firma, a place where I had no access to any authority. I should have struggled, but I made it easy."

"Even all of this right now. All the adversity that surrounds me and all that will come. It will try to break me, yes, but I wholly believe I will make it easy."

"If I stumble and fail, I can always fuck things up for everyone and break time itself."

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