Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5131

Chapter 5131: Greed! III

The laugh rolling out of Octavius was an ugly one.

It wasn’t the laugh of a being who had lost control. It was measured, scholarly, and almost delighted! He waved his hands upward as if surrendering to a tide he couldn’t turn back, the gesture so disarming it nearly sold itself as sincere.

"Alright, big guy."

His smile held the brilliance of a host welcoming a long-anticipated guest.

"You are far too complex for us little things. Which table would you like my body on so you can take a look? Whichever arrangement suits your research methodology, I’m happy to oblige. I have preferences myself, but I’m willing to be flexible on my preferences today."

...!

Something shifted in the weavings around the island.

|Warning: Civilizational Weaving of Unity has been detected.|

|The weaving is infused into the ambient Infinity and is attempting to propagate along contact vectors. Targets: Noah Osmont. Naldine Manthon. THE Living Emotive.|

|Effect Goal: Infiltrate existential foundations and establish infectious Unity bond with source entity.|

Noah’s eyes sharpened.

That was why Octavius was smiling. The surrender was theater. The welcome was bait! He had already embarked on an attack the moment the words left his mouth, threading his Civilizational weaving through the ambient Infinity that was already saturating the island, using the density of the environment as camouflage for a strike that would have rooted itself into the existences of all three of them before any of them had time to notice.

It wasn’t even a bad attempt!

Against a lesser party, it would have worked. Against Noah alone, it might have given him pause for a fraction of a moment. But the weaving had reached not only for him. It had reached for Naldine too.

His eyes turned unfathomably cold.

It wasn’t the attack itself that did it. What cooled his gaze into something glacial was that the reach had extended toward Naldine, toward the Hadean woman floating beside him whose radiant white hair caught the filtered light of THE Wyld’s strange sky.

Grand and tyrannical and calculating though he was, there were weaknesses he had never bothered to hide from himself.

Women were one of them.

His women, specifically.

Once a bond settled between him and someone he counted as his, he became overly protective in ways that his pragmatic self couldn’t quite discipline out of existence. If there was a single emotion associated with him that could have been amplified into an Ego that made him immune to the madness of Infinity, it probably wasn’t pride.

He wasn’t overly prideful. Rage and wrath came when they came, but they didn’t last long enough. Lust, though. If one wanted to make a case, Lust might have been it! Even though he knew for him and how he played with infinity, emotions shouldn’t be the answer of why he never went mad.

Such a thought crossed his mind in the space between heartbeats.

He shook his head once and focused down on the island.

"Okay," he said calmly. "Second option, it is."

...!

He wanted to test things.

Here were powerful Primordial Architects whose engineered capabilities he couldn’t properly gauge from observation alone. The seas of Infinity inside them told him they were stable. The amplified Egos told him they were designed to resist madness.

But the actual combat ceiling of each being, the exact pressure they could withstand, the point at which their engineered stability began to crack, none of that could be derived from inspection. It required contact.

BOOM!

Octavius and Valeria held their ground.

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