Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5198

Chapter 5198: The Custos, Osmont! II

Noah walked forward with the unhurried gait of a man who already owned the room, his crystalline Luxuria form casting long, iridescent shadows against the rose crystal walls.

He looked at Dante, who was currently suspended in a state of absolute existential stasis, and he felt a flash of dry disdain for the way this fucking rat’s engineered foundations were trembling under the mere proximity of a superior Ego.

There was no struggle and no resistance as Noah reached out and sank his fingers into the air inches from Dante’s chest, pulling upon the multicolored seas of Quintessence Infiniforce to begin the systematic rewriting of the Scion’s existence.

He was gathering more and more information on Gilded Anatomy as soon, he would be able to engineer his own Hadean Weavings and those of his people a step further. Not merely going towaeds becoming moreso like Gilded Lifeforms...but something entirely new!

The multicolored light of Infinity dove deep into Dante’s Gilded marrow, acting as a terminal virus that tore through his memories of unearned opulence and replaced his autonomy with the cold, unyielding signature of THE Genesis Monarch.

Noah watched with a clinical eye as the rich young master’s internal systems were forcibly recalibrated to align with his own foundations, the pink-gold light of the Luxuria designation becoming stained with the heavy, multicolored hues of Noah’s sovereign will!

It was a brutal and efficient process that didn’t just bind the target, but essentially claimed the very concept of "Dante" as a piece of property to be utilized or discarded at a whim.

|Absolute Servitude of the Vessel integrated.|

|Target: Dante, THE Scion of Silken Grief, has been successfully rewritten as an extension of your Hadean existence.|

|Quintessence Infiniforce saturation: 100%.|

"You’ve lived a very loud and very useless life, Dante, so let’s see if your components can be put to better use in the dark," Noah murmured, his voice holding the resonance of a judge passing a final sentence.

He waved his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, and a lightless rift of obsidian energy tore open in the center of the opulence, revealing the cold and echoing reaches of THE Hadean Desmoterion.

Within this internal prison that existed in a pocket of his Organ of Civilization, the figure of Ozymandias stood waiting with his ancient and stoic bearing, his role as THE Warden being a position he performed with a silent, terrifying efficiency!

Noah tossed the rewritten and still-frozen body of Dante into the rift by kicking him into it, watching as the Scion vanished into the lightless depths where his spoiled existence would be archived, studied under temporally dilated condintions, and kept until needed, the rift closing an instant later with a sharp, metallic hum.

HUUM!

Noah stood alone in the center of the residence for a moment, and then he allowed his own crystalline beauty to shift and dissolve, his features blurring and resetting into the likeness of the man he had just displaced.

He looked at his reflection in the shifting rose crystal of the walls, noting the less handsome and more petulant features of THE Scion of Silken Grief with a shrug of his shoulders.

It was a significant downgrade in terms of aesthetic brilliance, but for the purposes of a disguise, he found the mediocre look of the rich young master to be entirely acceptable!

He closed his eyes and reached out through the Infinity and Observable Force that tied him to a certain royal, his consciousness traveling along the rivers of Observable Force that connected him to Ubergulden Adelheid.

"Hey," he said, his voice reaching her through the unreachable weavings with a calm and almost amused clarity.

"I found my identity as a Gilded One. I’ve taken the place of a boy named Dante, THE Scion of Silken Grief, who will be giving himself the additional distinction of THE Osmontian as of today. I’m in Velanthra right now...within THE Amaranthine Tower."

It was a golden scepter piercing a lightless crown, with a singular, pupil-less eye weeping liquid starlight at the apex, a sigil that carried the weight of eons of unchallenged dominance!

Thousands of THE Luxuria Gilded Ones raised their eyes in shock, their pleasure-filled existences momentarily frozen by the arrival of a royal house that rarely deigned to step foot in the domain of service. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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