Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5122

Chapter 5122: Advancement! III

He had less than twenty-four hours before the Civilizational Holy War would begin, before his mother and son and everyone else he cared about would be pulled into isolated arenas to face Primordial Architects. The pressure of that deadline should have made him rush and should have introduced desperation into his actions.

But he had been doing something important through his Hadean Mind of Infinite Calculation.

Whenever he needed to think through a problem, whenever he encountered complexity that required extended contemplation, he could stop time for his perception alone. An instant could become infinite for his consciousness while the external world remained frozen. If he found himself stuck on any thought process or possibility, he simply paused for what felt like hours or days within that moment of perceptual infinity.

Then he resumed, having worked through whatever had given him pause with boundless solutions!

The construction continued.

Other bodies of his moved through THE Infiniverse simultaneously, carrying out preparations that couldn’t wait for his primary form to finish building. The mass transformation project that had begun before the Civilizational Holy War’s declaration now accelerated with urgency.

The first and major task was clear. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The vast majority of those closest and strongest within THE Infiniverse needed to attain Nascent Hadean classification. Not because it would guarantee their survival in the coming battles, but because it would give them a fighting chance against opponents who had spent eons cultivating power that most First Scale beings couldn’t comprehend.

One by one, they underwent transformation.

Existential Engineering flooded Observable Force and Quintessence Infiniforce into their existences. The Lattice of Foundational Constraint that defined Bounded Lifeforms shattered within them, replaced by the Lattice of Nascent Emergence that declared them something new!

Golden cracks appeared on foreheads. Dark hair developed rivers of gold. Eyes shifted toward hues that spoke of authority exceeding their previous classifications.

This...was all accomplished in the first hour.

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Exactly twenty-three hours before The Civilizational Holy War.

Noah stood on a floating platform within a realm of THE Infiniverse that had taken the qualities of an endless training ground. The space stretched in every direction without visible boundary, its floor solid enough to support combat while its atmosphere hummed with Observable Force dense enough to accelerate recovery.

Naldine Manthon came at him with everything she had.

Her form blazed with authority that would have made her old self seem dim by comparison. She had used her Hadean Infinity of Development three times in rapid succession, each usage accelerating her progression ridiculously. Her bones no longer pulsed with merely Proterozoic light. They shone with the crystalline brilliance of full Hadean classification.

All two hundred and six of them.

All seventy-eight organs.

She had become the third most powerful being in THE Infiniverse, exceeded only by Noah himself and of course THE Infiniverse as a whole. In the span of hours, she had achieved what should have required eons of dedicated cultivation.

And yet.

Noah swatted her aside with casual ease.

BOOM!

He hadn’t exhibited any Infinity. Hadn’t channeled any Observable Force. He simply stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression holding mild interest as she attacked with waves and seas of Quintessence Infiniforce that should have overwhelmed anyone at her former classification.

Her Hadean skeletal structure blazed through her skin as she struck.

He knocked her back with a gesture that seemed almost lazy.

Naldine skidded across the waters, her feet carving furrows into material that shouldn’t have yielded to anything. Frustration painted itself across her features without her permission, ancient pride warring with the reality that she couldn’t touch him no matter what she attempted.

"This doesn’t make sense," she said, her voice tight. "A Calymmian Proterozoic Scale entity would be crushed under me, and yet...You’re not even using your authority."

"I don’t need to."

His response was simple, stating fact rather than boasting!

Her singularity-dotted eyes blazed brighter as she shifted stance. If raw power wouldn’t work, perhaps something more refined would serve. Her hands began moving through motions that Noah recognized immediately, fingers curling and releasing in patterns that spoke of authority derived from THE Silurian Cause itself.

The somatic expression of THE Silurian Light.

Her voice emerged with weight that pressed against the training ground around them.

"Silurian Ember, First of Flames. I grasp the Thread. I burn the Thread. What was shall be unwritten, what stood shall stand no more."

Magma-like brilliance gathered between her palms.

"THE SILURIAN LIGHT."

The Pulse erupted toward him with force that had threatened to erase his existence not long ago.

Noah smiled.

He let it hit him.

The flames of THE Silurian Light washed over his form with heat that could have unmade Rhyacian entities through proximity alone. It pressed against his Hadean Dermis, against bones and organs that had been forged through countless cycles of destruction and rebirth caused by this very Pulse.

It felt warm.

Almost pleasant, like standing near a comfortable fire on a cold evening.

Then he breathed in.

HUUM!

The flames of THE Silurian Light flowed into his mouth, drawn by intention that exceeded what the Pulse had been designed to handle. He consumed the fire that Grimvault had used to threaten him, that Naldine now wielded. The brilliance vanished into him as if it had never existed.

He exhaled, and only faint embers emerged from his nostrils before fading entirely.

Naldine stared at him.

Her expression shifted through several emotions before settling on something between disbelief and reluctant acceptance. She shook her head slowly, white hair swaying with the motion.

"You monster."

The words held no real venom. Just acknowledgment of what she was observing.

Then her eyes flashed sharply, and something changed in her bearing.

If she couldn’t beat him in this sort of battle, there were other arenas where she might gain some measure of control. Other methods of contest where raw power mattered less than technique and will and the particular intimacies that Dual Cultivation demanded.

"Let’s switch to Cultivation." Her voice carried challenge that pressed against the space between them. "I refuse to believe you are this far away."

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