Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5376

Chapter 5376: Quasi! II

And there was one more thing.

Erwin had changed his target a while ago.

For a long time, his hunger for information had fixed on THE Creature, the ancient rival, the richest source of Adversity he knew. But at some point he had let THE Creature go and selected another. Osmont!

And here he had met a wall, because he could obtain no internal information on Osmont himself, none, the man’s existence closed to him in a way nothing else ever had been. But Erwin was THE Information Paradox, and where he could not read the being, he could read the existence around the being. He fed on the external information instead. How existence reacted to Osmont. How the surroundings bent and answered wherever Osmont moved. The volume of even that was grand, far beyond what most sources offered.

And in the last few minutes, it had become unfathomable.

Something had changed around Osmont. Erwin could not place what. He had no window into the man to tell him. He knew only the shape of it from the outside, the way the existence around Osmont had begun, suddenly and completely, to be overwhelmed by a single thing.

Osmont’s existence was declaring its identity. Fully, totally, onto all of its surroundings, branding everything near it with the unmistakable truth of who he was, and the information of that declaration flooded toward Erwin in a torrent, more than he had ever received from anything.

A being declaring its identity onto all of existence!

Erwin held that information, and he understood, in the way only THE Information Paradox could understand, that he had just been handed the exact thing he needed. Not knowledge for its own sake. Knowledge with a use. The blade by the handle!

Because Erwin’s own identity had become synonymous with his Paradox. And here was a flood of information showing him precisely how a being takes its identity and imposes it, completely, onto everything around it. He had the method now. He had watched it done, from the outside, in unfathomable detail!

So he used it. He emulated it. He did to himself and his surroundings what Osmont’s existence was doing to its own.

And he reached for his master.

The great obsidian mass of tentacles surged against THE Primordial Paradox’s hold, but not to break it, not to harm him. To hold him. Erwin wrapped himself around the titan and held him tight, and into that contact he poured everything at once. His master’s Paradox. His own Paradox. The boundless unfathomable information drawn from around Osmont. And his identity, which had become one with Paradox itself, declared now onto everything, the way he had learned to declare it.

All of it folded together. The two paradoxes, the borrowed method, the refined pure identity, the flood of external information, layering and combining and culminating, and out of the combination something bloomed that should not have been possible for either of them.

An Intent.

An Intent built on identity and Paradox both, the master’s and the student’s fused, and it reached toward the highest thing, toward the foundational rarity, toward Primordial!

It did not quite arrive. It bloomed instead as a Quasi-Primordial Intent, and it was quasi for a single reason: it had needed the aid of another’s information to form.

Without the flood from around Osmont, without that borrowed method, it could not have come into being at all. The two of them had reached a height by standing on knowledge and some records that were not entirely their own.

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