Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5517

Chapter 5517: Existence and Anomalies! I

The golden island tore across the storming dark of THE Krazhor-Nul, and upon it, THE Creature spoke calmly.

"What are we running from, and what are we running to?"

Noah’s mouth curved slightly from his throne as he answered plainly.

"We are likely running away from one of those monstrous Cursed Steeds we learned about. It feels hateful and despotic. And we...are running towards another Cursed Steed! This one feels a bit...hopeful."

"..."

He said such words easily, and they were enough to make Anaximander smile and THE Creature frown!

For both of them instantly understood that something perilous was unfolding. Running from one dying Steed directly into another was not a plan any sane being would call safe.

Anaximander stroked his chin and spoke with calm honesty.

"I would offer to simply carry everyone away, you know. " His eyes drifted across the island, over Emotive and Seo-yeon and THE Infiniverse, and finally settled on Noah, and he winced slightly. "But when I think about moving all of you, especially you, Osmont...your weight feels unfathomably heavy. It is not a matter of strength, I don’t carry things with strength. It is that whatever I carry comes with me, and what you are carrying would make traversal impossible. I would take a step and arrive nowhere at all."

Noah calmly listened, and nodded without any surprise.

He knew exactly what the scholar was sensing. He carried THE Infiniverse with him, and within her, countless deciillions of lives, thousands of realms, relocated sanctuaries, armories, farms, and now the limb of a Primeval One! Everything he had...was far too heavy. He was not a traveler anymore. He was an Existential nation that walked!

"It’s okay," Noah said simply. "It’s Adversity. We simply need to get through it."

The island flew on, and Noah’s gaze slid over to the cross-legged scholar with genuine curiosity.

"Where have you been, by the way? For months to have passed?"

"Ah..." Anaximander brightened immediately.

"After we parted, I took a step to be far away. As far as I could manage, even, perhaps, toward those like me, if such things exist. And I appeared inside a Dimension filled with...well, they call themselves Superpowered Lifeforms."

...!

"An entire society of extremely terrifying beings!" Anaximander nodded seriously. "They protect a cluster of Observable Existences within a vast Dimension from invasions and infiltrations, constantly, generation after generation, because their Dimension produces some type of Panacea that True Lifeforms across existence want badly. That place was...unique. Truly unique! I became friends with the protectors there. One of them, a Superpowered True Lifeform who could exert the weight of three Observable Existences with his body alone, mistakenly thought I was one of them, because I didn’t have any inherent authority either." He laughed at the memory.

Noah’s brows rose as he listened! A society of authority-less True Lifeforms guarding a treasure-Dimension? Existence truly was vast.

"But he said something curious," Anaximander continued. "He mentioned how across Existence, different Dimensions exist as some Dimensions hold natural treasures that invite the envy of others. Panaceas. Unique essenses. Rare weavings that form nowhere else! His Dimension was one of them, and so they had fought countless conflicts across the ages, Gilded True Lifeforms and Infinite True Lifeforms arriving in waves, wanting what they protected." He gestured loosely at the storming skies around them.

"It rather reframes this place, doesn’t it? A Dimension is not merely a location. It is a body with organs worth stealing. I left a little after that, traveled around a bit, saw some truly strange corners, and then I went back to them, because their Dimension was the largest and most complex one I had found. I was there when THE Creature called me." He sighed then, and something troubled crossed his open face. "I may actually need to go back soon..."

He seemed weighed by something as he said it, a rare shadow on the perpetually delighted scholar!

But he shook his head and continued. "But the other Dimensions I saw are..."

For what was THE Quintessential Osmontian, at his very root? A being who produced himself. Osmontian Biomass, generated endlessly, spent endlessly! And so his identity pressed its decision into the totipotent lattices, and the cells, capable of becoming anything, chose to become the thing that makes!

Bone marrow!

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