Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5501

Chapter 5501: Human!

The forge sang on, and the golden island was no longer quiet.

CLANG! CLANG!

Noah’s hammer rose and fell upon the anvil as fresh Advanced Apeiron Armaments cooled in gleaming rows, and all around him, across the drifting dream-sands, dozens of his closest people walked beneath the storming skies of THE Krazhor-Nul.

His Mother was here. Henry was here. Barbatos, Adelaide, Sigrid, Riya, Naldine, Titano, The Emperor Penguin, Kazuhiko, Erikson, Lich Ra’Zan, Khor, Amser, The Dora Shath’yar...dozens of the people drawn out from the safety of THE Infiniverse and standing upon the sands of his Dimension, and every single one of them was adorned in THE Tidebound Apeiron!

The abyssal-blue armors had transformed upon each wearer, thinning and reshaping until they lay like a layer of their own clothing, Amelia’s flowing into the trim of her emerald gown, Henry’s settling as a blue-gold mantle across his shoulders, Barbatos wearing hers like a duelist’s coat as the Emperor Penguin’s armor had simply become a small regal breastplate that he polished with one flipper!

And with the simple Egoic Intents of their armaments humming, the lethal ambient density of THE Krazhor-Nul broke around them like water around stones as they gazed at the wonders of this place with open awe!

The storm of raining authorities. The distant fossil ranges. The million-mile tree far behind them. His people drank it all in, and Noah watched them drink it in as his hammer kept its rhythm.

And then, as they crossed into a new region...they sensed a cluster of lifeforms!

Ahead, the dark geography gave way to a vast basin wrapped in mist and slow-turning storms, and stretched over all of it like a soap-bubble of solid law was a dimensional forcefield, a boundary of layered weavings that pressed back against their approach with a simple, ancient demand. Only a True Lifeform could cross.

Noah’s Trueness answered without being asked, and the boundary parted around the golden island like a curtain!

And within...

"Whoa..." Seo-yeon whispered.

Within was a hidden paradise. Rolling plains of luminous silver-green grass spread beneath the mist as groves of colossal blue-leafed trees rose like towers, and moving through this greenery, grazing upon it in slow contented herds...were massive lifeforms!

They were like archaic dinosaurs. Colossal long-necked beasts whose hides shimmered with plated opal scales, their backs ridged with crystalline sails that caught the storm-light. Horned quadrupeds the size of hills with manes of drifting silver flame. Massive shelled grazers whose shells spiraled like the horns of legends, gentle-eyed and slow, tearing up whole trees and chewing them with the placid rhythm of creatures who had never once needed to hurry. They were herbivores, every one of them, eating the surrounding greenery in peace.

And each of them...had their Sources vibrantly at THE Fourth Scale of Existence!

|Designation: THE Mistgrove Behemoths of THE Krazhor-Nul. They are natal inhabitants of this Dimension, protected within grazing sanctuaries such as this one, and every member of the herd carries a natal intent related to herbivores, expressions of placidity, growth, and endless grazing woven into their Sources from birth. They hold no aggression weavings whatsoever. They are, in the plainest terms, the fattened cattle of this Dimension.|

Noah’s eyes shined brightly!

He gazed upon their massive bodies, the mountainous slabs of muscle shifting beneath opal hides, the sheer tonnage of meat wandering placidly before him, Fourth Scale Sources marbled through every fiber of it, and a singular, profound, deeply human question rose through the mind of THE True Human Emperor.

How... would the bodies of these creatures taste?!

He set down his hammer.

What followed was conducted in respectful silence. Noah’s hand extended as his authority reached across the plains and plucked one of the massive beasts from the edge of the herd, a horned grazer the size of a hill, its end delivered so swiftly and painlessly that the rest of the herd did not even pause their chewing! The golden island rose at his will, lifting high above the misted basin until the sanctuary spread below them like a painting, and there, in the high quiet above a paradise, Noah rolled up his sleeves.

From his many actualized Civilizations, The Civilization of Cooking was pulled out!

The weavings of a hundred thousand kitchens settled over his body as his stance changed, his hands changed, the entire manner of his existence changed, and THE True Human Emperor became a chef once more.

His blades moved first. The colossal beast was broken down with strokes of such precision that not a single fiber tore wrong, mountains of marbled crimson meat separating into their noble cuts as bones the size of towers were set aside. And then came the fire.

His Osmontian Source Infinity rose as the flames!

Cerulean fire bloomed across dozens of floating grill-stations as Noah cooked upon his own Infinity, the blue flames licking up around slabs of Fourth Scale meat, and through the fire itself he provided the spices, threads of his Intent folding into the flames as seasoning, notes of his Causes rendered into flavor, Harvest lending depth and Quintessence lending purity as the smoke that rose over the golden island turned fragrant enough to make many weep!

And the cuts that emerged...

Thick-cut ribs glazed in their own rendered Source, the meat pulling from the bone in tender crimson sheets that steamed with cerulean light! Rolled roasts, seared to a crust of gold and carved into medallions so marbled they glowed like stained glass.

Skewers of flame-mane flank, charred and dripping. Broths of tower-bone simmered until they shimmered like liquid pearl, and upon every plate, every cut burned faintly with Osmontian Source Infinity and the warm weight of his Intent, food that was also, in the truest sense, him!

|Each prepared meal of Mistgrove Behemoth provides +100 Osmontian Biomass to those consuming it, alongside an all-parameter elevation of their Source lasting several days, a strengthening of natal placidity within their weavings that steadies the mind against fear and madness, and a gentle deepening of the consumer’s affinity toward their own Intent. In plainer terms: this meal makes them stronger, calmer, braver, and truer.|

"...Aba." Seo-yeon had drifted up beside the grills, and she was openly salivating, mirrored light flickering off her cheeks. "Aba, is it ready?"

"Go," Noah said, and the feast began!

His people fell upon the food with the joy of soldiers given a festival! Titano wept openly over the ribs. The Emperor Penguin claimed an entire loin roast and defended it with regal menace. Sigrid and Adelaide dueled with skewers, Kazuhiko ate in reverent silence, Lich Ra’Zan, who did not strictly need to eat, ate anyway, and Seo-yeon sat on the throne handle with a rib bigger than she was, absolutely destroying it.

Because out here, in the vastness of existence, amid all the terrors and Scales and dying Causes and cursed lineages, a human wonders what their purpose is. What they were here for! It was a terrifying question to ever ponder, as one may search across eras and never once find the answer. But when they all came together like this, eating and laughing and simply being around each other beneath a storm that could kill Mesozoic Scale beings...the question quieted.

"I AM...HUMAN."

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