Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5558

Chapter 5558: Outcasts!

<THE True Human Emperor>

The suppression arrived before he had finished stepping.

It came as waves rather than as a wall, rolling through him one after another and settling in the places where his facets lived, and although Noah had felt suppression before, this was something else.

This was procedural. It did not fight him. It simply went through his existence closing doors!

|Welcome to THE Ancestral Grounds of Ymnaros.|

|The vast weavings of authority are suppressed here. All facets of your existence are locked, and will remain so. You will be permitted to keep a single thing.|

|What within your existence do you wish to keep?|

Since he had perhaps two heartbeats before the question stopped being an offer, Noah did not spend them being surprised.

He weighed all. His Osmontian Source Infinity was the deepest well he had, but a well is only useful if you can carry water in something. His Ananke Intent was the second order and it had never once failed him, and yet Intent needed a shape to press through. THE Collision of Causes was an engine and engines needed hands. And every appendage he had was a hand that would be closed by whatever had just closed the rest.

Of course, there was only one thing on the list that was not an instrument at all.

"My Osmontian Tongue," he said.

HUUM!

The gold and black seas around him churned, and the prompts came down.

|Selection accepted.|

|All facets of your existence are hereby unusable. Osmontian Source Infinity: locked. Volume: locked. Output: locked. Trueness: locked. The Nine Foundations: locked. THE Ananke Intent of THE Quintessential Osmontian: locked. THE Collision of Causes: suspended. All appendages: sealed. THE Quintessential Confluence: unavailable.|

|Retained: THE Osmontian Tongue. Five Letters and one Word.|

HUUM!

When the churning cleared he found himself standing on a road!

It ran out of the darkness beneath his feet and continued ahead of him as far as he could see, shimmering stellar obsidian shot through with gold, and there was nothing else anywhere. No ground beside it, no sky above it, only an expanse of spatial dark in every direction with a single path drawn through it, and it went on past any point where seeing stopped being useful.

Noah stood and looked at that for a moment, and did not step.

|In existence, the unknowns always exceed the known.|

The Ancestral Voice came differently in here. Some of the imperiousness had gone out of it, and what had replaced it was closer to melancholy.

|This is true for almost every lifeform that has ever drawn breath, and most of them live comfortably enough within it. THE Ymnaros was blessed to have an unknown. It was cursed because the unknown it had was far too grand for it.|

|That grandness made my people into Superpowered Lifeforms. It also guaranteed, from the first age, that it would eventually be the thing that brought them to cataclysm, because a small people sitting on top of something enormous will always eventually be visited by something that wants it. That has been the shape of our entire history, and the shape was set before any of us could read it.|

|And in all those ages, my people never produced a single one who could grasp that grandness. Not one. So in the final moments, having run out of our own, I have expanded the search externally.|

|Now here you are.|

Noah listened to all of that calmly.

"What made me fulfill the requirements," he asked, "when someone like Hvitrmarr didn’t? Or Damodred. The dragon and the titan out there. Both of them are considerably more than I am."

|Potential.|

|There have been Superpowered Lifeforms across our history more powerful than you are at this moment, and some of them stood on that sand and were declined. The standard was never a measurement of what a thing is.|

|In existence, what could be is always greater than what is. A finished thing has a ceiling and can be priced. An unfinished thing cannot, and that unpriceable quantity is what the collar was made to answer.|

|However.|

|Potential is also the easiest thing in existence to stifle, waste, or simply lie about. Anything can look like it might become something. So it must be tested, which means you must be tested, and I take no pleasure in the necessity.|

There was a pause, and the melancholy went out of the voice and something drier came in.

|If I had the capability, I would take THE Aurate Collar of the First Purity in my own hands and give it to whomever I chose, and I would have done so ages ago, and a great many of my descendants would still be alive. But existence does not work that way. It always has to be so fucking complicated.|

|So. The first test, as you walk this path.|

"These are..." he said slowly, "mutated Superpowered Lifeforms?"

|Pass through them, and you may continue on your path.|

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