Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5087

Chapter 5087: My Pulse! II

He thrust one hand forward, fingers curling into the same gesture Naldine had demonstrated dozens of times.

"There was a spark when two cells came together in my mother’s womb! A moment of ignition that brought something from nothing! There was another spark when I utilized an F Rank skill book, when Mana first flooded through my existence and everything changed!"

His smile became something terrifying in its confidence.

"From MY Cause, I will focus on its fiery aspect to design my own Silurian Light! And its power...will be no lesser!"

He raised both hands toward the ceiling of their perception-space, Observable force and Infinity swirling around his form in configurations that seemed to be attempting to create something that had never existed before.

"It...will be grander!"

His laughter rang out again, triumphant and tyrannical.

"HAHA!"

The perception-space trembled violently at his declaration, that stretched moment of infinity struggling to contain the concepts he was attempting to manifest within it. Naldine rose fully from her position, her expression shifting through astonishment into something that bordered on genuine concern.

She wondered if he had truly gone mad!

At this moment, Noah felt like he was in an unprecedented trance.

Within that perception of stretched infinity, he found his consciousness fading away from the golden space where Naldine watched with growing concern. Something was pulling him inward, deeper than he’d ever gone into the foundations of his own existence. He was being drawn into a paradoxical singularity of self, a place where he was both the observer and the observed.

He felt like himself, but also as if he was watching himself from somewhere outside the boundaries of his own awareness.

His vision opened up.

He saw a woman grabbing her belly in a cramped apartment, her face twisted with the discomfort of early pregnancy. Amelia Osmont. His mother. She was young in this vision, younger than he remembered her being, with dark hair falling across features that held beauty despite the exhaustion pressing against them.

In the living room, his father was already knocked out on the couch. A few bottles of beer stretched across the coffee table and floor around him, their labels peeling and contents long emptied. The man snored with the rhythm of someone who’d made unconsciousness his preferred state of existence.

This was his Cause already in process.

The moment the waste of his father contributed what little he could to his formation, and as he underwent development in his mother’s womb, his Cause unfolded across nine months of biological fire.

|Observing: Your Cause.|

|Stage: Cellular Division and Formation.|

Cell division was fire. Each mitosis was a spark of creation, a single cell igniting into two, two into four, four into eight, multiplication cascading like flames spreading through dry kindling. The metabolic processes that sustained this growth burned nutrients into energy, oxidation reactions producing heat that maintained the precise temperature required for development.

His neural pathways formed like lightning, electrical signals sparking across developing synapses for the first time. His heart ignited with its first beat, a rhythm of combustion that would continue for decades to come. The very oxygen his mother breathed fed flames of creation within her womb, each breath stoking the fire of his emergence.

|Fiery Processes Detected: Cellular ignition. Metabolic combustion. Neural spark formation. Cardiac rhythm initialization. Oxidative development sustained across 40 weeks of gestation.|

|These processes represent the kindling of Your Cause.|

Noah closed his eyes within this vision and focused on these processes, feeling the heat of his own creation as if it were happening in real time rather than being observed across decades of separation.

Time fast-forwarded.

He found himself in a hospital room, sterile lights buzzing overhead as his mother lay alone in a bed designed for moments that should have been shared. She was giving birth while his father gambled somewhere across the city, chasing losses that would never be recovered.

The doctors and nurses moved around her with professional efficiency, but the absence of anyone who actually cared pressed against the scene like a wound that wouldn’t close.

This was also his Cause.

[Fireball].

The cheapest offensive skill on the market, an F Rank ability that most serious Hunters wouldn’t bother picking up from the ground if they found it lying in a dungeon. But to him, in that moment, it represented Everything. It represented possibility. It represented the first step toward becoming something more than what his circumstances had decided he should be.

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