Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5109

Chapter 5109: My Scales!

While Ruination and THE Infiniverse began their task of compacting and hiding THE Infiniverse from beings infinitely more powerful, Noah took a look at himself.

He was thinking about the Scales of Existence and his own power.

Vakochev’s Scales.

They didn’t only seem like someone else’s blueprint of what power was across all of existence. They felt like a proposed structure of how things should be that someone had managed to get their name on, influencing what the system of power was for everything that existed. For something like this, Noah could look at Vakochev and say they had accomplished something grand.

To impose their vision of what the system of power should be for all of existence, Vakochev had to be someone unique.

When he thought about himself, he had only appeared and touched Mana more than three years ago. He was young in relation to all of existence. In respect to the Observable Existence he was in alone, he had not lived even a fraction of the time after the emergence of THE First Cause that differentiated everything. And the time before that, filled with endless potential, was countless cycles longer than the span after THE First Cause.

So yes. He was young.

Was Vakochev someone who had been alive even before the emergence of THE First Cause? What exactly did one need to have to be capable of instituting their vision across all of existence?

But however grand that person was, Noah would not let them define him. He also wanted to find his own path!

Every stage he entered, he ended up doing something uniquely his. Even while crossing the Wheel of Existence and messing around with True Sources, he had developed his own unique system compared to everyone else. He briefly thought about The Great Beyonder and The Omnifather. About the concepts of Megalos and Kuklos and Outerversal and Ordo Ab Chao and many other things that had defined his journey.

Infinity and Mana was the one singular constant even now.

He looked at his First Tongue.

Its weavings seemed innumerable and endless, the language of existence itself. He had connected this with Mana as the basal authority that could transform into anything else. He used to utter words or write words or Inscriptions, intricately playing with Embodiments and Apophasis. Even now, these capabilities still bloomed within his existence.

But at this moment in time, he was utilizing the immense force of Infinity itself. His own existence had been geared and positioned with Observable Force due to his connection with a Gilded Lifeform. When one could conjure the weight and immensity of an entire sea of Infinity, when one could channel the very musings of the force of what was Observable, he didn’t find himself needing to write out Archai or Apophasis or Embodiments anymore.

The raw power had grown tremendously.

But he still had the weavings of Perpetual Harvest and The Cheating Architect within him, foundations that defined his existence at its core. His efforts always produced harvests. And he linked all of it with Infinity to bring about infinite potential, which allowed him to utilize his Hadean Organ of Civilization to multiply everything by a factor of ten and elevate it further by an exponent of three with anything he brought inside of him.

All of this came together to help him in his transformation.

A transformation that eventually gave him glistening multicolored golden Hadean Organs and Bones.

Noah looked at himself.

His skin illuminated from within, allowing him to see what lay beneath. The multicolored golden bones became visible within his body, crystalline structures that seemed sacred in their perfection. His organs pulsed with the same radiance, each one transformed into something that exceeded what Proterozoic classification represented. They were holy things, wonders that shouldn’t have been possible for someone of his age and origin.

And yet here they were.

Here he was!

Quintessentially! Tyrannically!

He had already come to the decision that he would not be following whatever the measurements of Vakochev’s Scales were. Those Scales had been designed by someone else, imposed upon existence by someone else, named after someone else. Why should he accept limitations that another being had established? Why should he measure himself against frameworks that didn’t account for what he had become?

"My power... is my own."

His voice emerged with conviction that pressed against the multicolored sea surrounding him.

"So I will design my own Scale of Existence. My own Scale of Progression."

BOOM!

He raised his hand, watching the golden light that pressed outward through his transformed flesh.

"One that accounts for all aspects of existence. Accounting for Bounded. Accounting for Gilded. Accounting for the very unfair nature of existence. I...don’t know how they will be structured yet."

"So I will simply engineer them as I go. They won’t be Vakochev’s Scales of Existence."

"These will be my own. These will be THE Infinite Scales of Existence!"

BOOM!

He had thought about calling them the Osmontian Scales of Existence. It would have been fitting in a way, his name attached to his creation just as Vakochev’s name was attached to theirs. But that felt wrong. It felt like he was trying to compete with Vakochev on their terms, trying to replace one person’s ego with another’s.

He had also considered the Hadean Scales of Existence. That classification was unique to him, something that existed outside what others understood. But Hadean described what he currently was, not what his Scales would measure. They needed to be broader than a single classification.

Infinity.

He wanted to create something that could encompass everything, including himself. Something infinite.

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