Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5222

Chapter 5222: The Tongue! The Tongue!!! I

The warmth arrived first.

That glorious warmth of Infinity in its most concentrated state, pressing against every surface of his dissolving weavings with the patient embrace of a medium receiving something back into itself. Noah was smiling inside it!

A genuine smile, the specific expression of a being who had just had an extraordinarily good time doing something that had ended badly and was already mentally replanning the next attempt.

He replayed the battle.

The moment Ragnar’s fist had landed before his perception had finished calculating where Ragnar’s fist was going. The moment his tail had driven into Ragnar’s midsection and found nothing to devour because the man drew on Prime Causes rather than Infinity. The specific quality of being held and swung and driven face-first into the Wandering Territories.

He replayed it again.

And again.

The exhilaration was not diminished by the outcome. It was produced by the outcome, the specific pleasure of battle that had genuinely exceeded his current capacity and had shown him exactly where his current capacity ended and what the space beyond that ending looked like. He needed to know these things!

Calibration through comfortable engagements produced comfortable calibration. Calibration through Ragnar V49 produced brutal but accurate calibration.

He could feel his power across the brief duration of his recovery.

It had grown. Not dramatically. But measurably, genuinely, the foundations he had brought into THE Apeiron Hadean Organ of Infinity carrying a slightly different density than the foundations that had entered the engagement in the Wandering Territories.

THE Bellum Cause integration had deepened through the fight, the Prime Cause settling more naturally into his foundational architecture now that it had been tested under actual Paleozoic Scale pressure rather than only under Dreamstone contact.

He had to fight and war more to gain an even deeper integration!

The flow of Infinity through his Apeiron form had become more familiar, the Observable Force channels more responsive, the relationship between what he intended and what his body produced tightening toward the automatic that mastery produced.

Ten minutes.

That was his return window as THE Primus Apeiron. And the Gilded Ones in the Wandering Territories were currently sitting with significantly reduced Infinity reserves, the gigaparsec-radius detonation having reduced their cultivation capacity in ways they had not anticipated and could not immediately replenish.

They would not expect him to return. They had watched him get ripped apart. The reasonable assumption was that whatever he was, it was finished.

The singular obstacle was Ragnar.

He turned the entity over in his mind with the specific attention he gave to problems that had clear solutions that he hadn’t found yet. An Ira Gilded One operating at Silurian Paleozoic Scale, integrated with THE Dominion Cause and THE Bellum Cause at levels that made the Prime Cause authority a native expression of his foundations rather than an accessed capability.

No Infinity in his body for the Devour to grip. A body that treated Noah’s most powerful strikes as mild ambient information. Speed that bypassed the Hadean Mind’s perception extensions.

And behind Ragnar, a Superbius Gilded One who had not even entered the engagement, standing back with the cold composure of a being who had sent their instrument and found the instrument sufficient, which meant the being controlling Ragnar’s deployment was operating from a position of such genuine confidence that Ragnar’s capabilities had not prompted them to contribute.

Silurian Paleozoic beings were not to be underestimated!

Gilded Ones truly were genuinely powerful!

The other thing that sat in his mind was the specific detail Pillow Talk had delivered just before the collapse. Ragnar V49. Not Ragnar. V49, which implied a versioning system, which implied that V49 was the forty-ninth iteration of a cloned and engineered Ira Gilded One built to the same specifications.

Which meant there were at minimum forty-eight other versions of this entity somewhere in the broader arrangement, potentially hundreds, potentially a production methodology that could generate more on whatever timeline the engineering framework required.

He had started as a man struggling against monsters in dungeons. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Hoooo."

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