Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5368

Chapter 5368: Osmontian!

Noah took the first unit of Eridarch Ore into his hand, and his existence reached out to claim it.

Tendrils of Infinity and THE Primordial Source uncoiled from him, latching onto the banded crystal the way tentacles latch onto something they intend to keep, and they did not mine it gently this time. They devoured it.

The Ore came apart in his grip, its bound Infinity drawn into his Infinity, its bound Primordial Source drawn into his Source, the whole of it pulled down into his existence, into THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian, into his Einherjar Source, into the completed framework of THE Genesis Scale of Existence.

He sat in the depths of THE Maw amid the raging storms of converted authority and began to feed, one unit after another, and as he fed, he spoke.

He spoke to himself, and to existence, and to the thing chained in his heart that could hear everything he was and would learn nothing it could use. It was the loudest possible declaration of holding on!

"My Infinity is not the Infinity all others hold," he said, drawing a second unit of Ore into his tendrils.

"It is not the tide that drowns the one who reaches for it. I built it on Paradox, so it holds two truths at once and breaks under neither. I built it on Existence, so it does not need permission from anything to be. I built it on Chaos, so it cannot be predicted, cornered, or solved. My Infinity is boundless, and it is mine, and those are not in tension, because I forged my identity into its foundation before I ever let it grow. Other beings reach for the boundless and lose themselves in it. I made the boundless reach for me."

HUUM!

The Ore turned to ash in his hand and he took up more.

"My Quintessence is the essence of every single thing, the irreducible truth that remains when everything else is stripped away," he continued.

"And the irreducible truth of me is that I do not yield. Strip away the titles, the bodies, THE Causes, THE Scales. Strip away THE Genesis Monarch and THE Youngest and THE Source Barbarian and Ozymandias, every name I have worn or stolen. What is left is a man who has survived apocalypse after apocalypse. That is my Quintessence. Everything else is built on it. Everything else is decoration on that one refusal."

WAA!

Rivers of Infinity and Primordial Source surged around him as he worked, the two authorities pouring through his existence, and the Civilizations of his Hadean Pillar of Infinity woke and answered the proclamation each in turn.

"My First Tongue orders things, and I have ordered my Infinity to keep my name," he said. "My Tyranny imposes hierarchy, and at the top of my hierarchy sits my identity, above every power I hold, so that no power I hold may ever rule the one who holds it. My Destiny and my Fate, I write them, I do not receive them, because a being who lets existence assign his ending has already lost the only argument that matters."

A third unit, a fourth, devoured down to ash. "And my Farming. Some can laugh at the idea of Farming. But Farming is the patient art of making things grow into what you decide they will become. I took a landmass and grew it into an Observable Existence. I took a dying domain and grew it back to life. I will take this monster in my chest and grow it, beat by beat, into fuel. Everything I am is a thing I cultivated on purpose. Nothing about me was an accident, least of all me."

WUU!

He devoured the Ore faster now, dozens of units, the banded crystal crumbling to ash in a steady stream as his tendrils tore the bound authorities out of each one and fed them into the storm of his existence. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

And as the Primordial Source poured into him, unit after unit, more of it than he had ever held, he turned his attention to it, and made his grandest proclamation of all as his mind entered a state of profound epiphany!

Behind him, a hazy stellar manifestation of himself but burning with stellar obsidian radiance bloomed, his eyes releasing beams of obsidian light!

"And THE Primordial Source," he said. "The bedrock. The first foundation. The authority they call older than Infinity itself, the thing every Source Lifeform is born holding and every other being kills to reach." His tendrils dragged the Source out of another unit of Ore!

"It is finite. It comes in units. It can be mined and hoarded and spent, and that is supposed to be its nature. But I do not take authorities as they come to me. I never have. I took Infinity and made it Osmontian. I took Absolute Infinity and refused the part that dissolves the self. So why would I hold THE Primordial Source the way it was meant to be held, when nothing else I hold is held that way?"

BOOM!

OH!

It was all so simple! So! Fucking! Simple!

HUUM!

|Emergence confirmed: Osmontian Primordial Source.|

BOOOOM!

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