Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5138

Chapter 5138: Superbia! I

Midas.

Noah looked at the fat Abomination up and down with quiet appreciation. The amplified emotion of Greed was visibly bleeding into the creature’s morphology, showing in how golden and bloated and ringed everything about him was.

With how fat the thing had ended up, Noah almost thought Midas might have fit better as Gluttony, the slightly adjacent sin, the one that ate rather than hoarded. But the engineering had been Greed. The hoarding had been Greed. The fatness was a hoarder’s fatness, the body of accumulation rather than appetite, and Greed it remained.

The power was massive.

If he used something like Grimvault as a measuring stick, his Midas was worth more than five hundred Grimvault. About five hundred times the power output. Ridiculous in itself, and even more ridiculous when he thought about Grimvault.

He looked up.

The invisible golden bubbles of Existential Singularities continued to flow into him from the targets he’d selected, and Grimvault was one of those targets. The fucker was almost drained dry at this point. He should barely have a tenth of his power left at this moment, scattered through whatever hole he’d crawled into in THE Wyld. He’d likely be dying well before the Civilizational Holy War even started. That dumb motherfucker would be the first to go. The others on the list would follow.

Behind him, Emotive came drifting around Midas with bright eyes, looping the bloated Abomination in fast circles and inspecting him from every angle the way a child inspects a new toy. Her hair flickered through golds and electric pinks as she completed her last circuit and bounced back toward Noah.

"Ridiculously amazing work, sir!"

Her voice carried all of its usual mania.

"With this much power, and the information I have from those involved in the Civilizational Holy War. Mmm! It looks like you could assassinate a lot of them with this fatty here? Just send it to do your deeds across THE Wyld and be stress free! Think about it! Think about it! No more participants for them, no more contest, just rivers and rivers of dead Primordial Architects with golden ring-marks left on their corpses..."

...!

Noah looked at her calmly without replying.

The lack of response seemed to make her even more interested. Her hair shifted into deeper golds. She floated back to her position with the contented hum of someone who had just been ignored by exactly the right being.

Naldine came up behind him as Emotive settled.

"The problem are the truly powerful Primordial Architects."

Her voice held the calm caution she wore better than most. "THE Deliverance and others of his stature, in whatever communications they may have with the Gilded Ones. Before you get too loud and do too much, it’s best to understand this first. The reach of those at the top of THE Wyld is greater than the visible reach. You strike enough of the lower ones, and something further upstream begins to take notice. Better to know what’s upstream before you wade further in."

One woman wanted him to go wild. The other wanted him to be careful.

Both of them were right, and both of them were correct in different directions, and the synthesis sat with him quietly as he weighed it.

A lot of factors to consider. One of the biggest was information. If he understood things a little better, he could make better choices. Going wild was tempting. Going wild was efficient. But going wild blind was the kind of choice that closed doors he might have wanted to leave open.

He continued to steadily draw on Infinity, gathering information from the surrounding regions of THE Wyld in the background of his conscious attention. This battle against Octavius, the emergence of this glorious Abomination beside him, the engineering signatures he’d peeled out of the dissected bodies. All of it would soon be integrated into his own people. He’d amplify their Egos to make them grander. He’d consider the seven sins, and the seven virtues alongside them. The Gilded Ones had probably explored both directions, and there was no reason for him to limit himself to one half of the engineering when the full set was available to study.

But there was one critical source of information he could always tap into.

He wanted to do that first. He wanted to see if he could get a clearer picture about the biggest current threat.

THE Gilded Ones.

Noah stroked Midas’s bloated head absently, the bald golden scalp warm and slimy beneath his palm.

"Hold on a second while I consult my battery."

...!

His battery.

None of them knew what he was talking about, but it was, of course, none other than the entity he held a channel with that had functionally become more like a wormhole at this point. The continuous influx of Observable Force from her existence into his had stabilized into something he barely had to maintain, a permanent draw, a current that ran whether or not he was paying attention to it.

He tapped his finger out.

A throne of multicolored Quintessence Infiniforce gathered behind him, the Civilizations woven into his Pillar supplying the shape and substance. He sat down on the throne, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

"Do you know why I have let all of this unfold for so long?"

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