Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5237

Chapter 5237: Change IV

She looked at them with her constantly moving eyes, and then she spoke.

"I am not a dumb bitch," she said, with the specific conversational directness of someone who wants to establish the foundational premise before proceeding further.

"And I need you to listen very carefully because I am only going to say this once."

Her voice carried the chatty warmth of her ordinary register underneath the Absolute Luxuria’s sharpened cadence, the two qualities coexisting in the specific way of a being who has become more without ceasing to be what she was.

"I know that to have my dream, to have Sir Osmont’s big hands wrapped tightly around me...holding me tenderly, I have to be more than just a variable in his equation."

She tilted her head slightly, her rose-crimson hair remaining perfectly still while her expression cycled through three distinct configurations in quick succession. "I have to be the constant. If others in this world find the strength to hunt one Gilded One, I need to be the one who hunts twenty."

...!

She began to pace, slowly, through the space in front of the seven glazed Ira Gilded Ones.

"I have to be unfathomably exceptional in order to remain under his radar, to be the only thing he sees when he looks at the horizon." A pause that carried genuine weight beneath its manic surface.

"I have already given him my heart, and I am an intricate part of him now. But that is just the beginning of what I am prepared to offer. I need to give him Existence, and I need to do it with a smile like the good girl I am while I am covered in your blood..."

Her smile arrived.

"I have your Egos and your pathetic little emotions under my absolute control, and I plan for so much more than you could ever grasp. With his permission, I am going with you all to THE Braneworld because you come from a powerful Ira House of Gilded Ones, don’t you?" Her eyes found the specific Gilded One she was addressing and held them with the fixed attention of a being who can read emotional architecture the way others read maps.

"And you, ah, you have a very interesting connection with a Superbius friend who thinks he is far too important to be touched?"

She stopped pacing.

"Who are you? You are tools in a kit I haven’t even finished organizing. Everyone in this place has their own emotional bonds and their secret weavings, and I can see every single one of them like a map of your failures." Her head tilted again. "We are going to do many things together, ah, very glorious and messy things. You are going to help me achieve my dream because the alternative... is a silence you aren’t prepared to hear."

BOOM!

She turned toward the waiting Apeiron armor beside her, the opened front presenting itself with the patient readiness of something that had been made for her specifically.

She stepped into it.

The armor closed around her Absolute Luxuria form with the specific rightness of two things discovering they had been built for each other, and behind the sealed Apeiron architecture, Emotive’s rose-crimson hair continued its perfect stillness, and the seven glazed Ira Gilded Ones continued their patient waiting without will or choice.

She had plans for all of them.

She had plans for considerably more than all of them! She had plans to make her Fixation shine more than anyone could imagine!

The Gilded Ones? Fuck em all. Her Fixation would stand above them all in time!

BOOM!

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<THE Early Veiled Shore>

His feet were in the golden sands.

The golden sands of THE Early Veiled Shore pressed up between his toes with the specific warmth of a substance that had been absorbing Infinity from the surrounding environment for long enough that the Infinity had become part of its composition.

The waters lapped at his ankles in slow patient repetitions that carried the same multicolored luminescence as everything else in THE Infiniverse, the waves small and rhythmic and carrying no urgency whatsoever.

He breathed out as he thought about the glorious battle and displacement of Gilded Ones across Observable Existence as he took a moment.

Around him THE Infinite Tongue’s passive operation created the specific quality of silence that arrived when all the Infinity in the surrounding environment was running according to his Directives rather than its own ambient patterns, the silence of a perfectly administered space, everything in it doing exactly what it had been told to do and doing it without requiring his attention to maintain.

"Miniature Infinite Causes..." he said to the surrounding water and sand, not as an invocation but as an acknowledgment of what he was about to do. Something new he wanted to enact!

"THE Infinite Emergence..."

HUUM!

THE Infinite Emergence held the axiom that life desired to emerge, that consciousness pressed always toward the surface of whatever contained it, and that within THE Infiniverse this pressure would be amplified to the degree that even the most inhospitable surfaces of the Three Thousand Realms would find life pushing through them with the insistence of things that had been given a more compelling reason than usual to exist.

"THE Infinite Flood..."

Not merely water. Infinity-rich substance pouring downward from the upper atmospheric layers into the deeper substrate of the Realms, filling the geological cavities and underground formations with concentrated Infinity that would serve as raw cultivation material for any consciousness that found its way to it, the Realms becoming saturated from their cores outward rather than only at their surfaces.

"THE Infinite Resonance..."

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