Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5670

Chapter 5670: THE Human Dreamer! II

Deep within THE Provenance Realm of the First Lifeform, far from the churning ruin of THE Serenaros, a secondary body of Noah Osmont stood upon the verdant blue-gold hills. The transformation that had claimed his main body cascaded perfectly across the connection.

The regal crimson robes burned away into nothingness. The physical vessel reformed. He stood on the grass as a flawless, muscular figure of stellar blue-gold light. Hazy blue-gold clouds drifted off his shoulders, blurring his edges into the surrounding reality!

He was not merely a body. He was a localized simulation of a completely unreadable depth.

And because THE Provenance Realm was an extension of his own generated identity, the Realm itself answered his transformation.

The verdant blue-gold hills inhaled!

The grass blades elongated and shifted into vibrant, physical strands of golden blue dreamscape. The river of light flowing at the base of the hills dissolved its liquid properties, turning into a churning current of materialized possibilities and unwritten timelines. The standing stones dotting the orchards restructured themselves, growing into towering, geometric obelisks of crystallized thought.

Up above, the unmoving stars in the sky of the Realm violently fragmented and split into blinding blue-gold suns, matching the newly melted identity of his Provenance Essences. Hazy, vibrant stellar clouds flooded the horizon, turning the sterile sanctuary into an endless, breathing canvas of his own mind!

Noah raised his hands, observing the glowing blue-gold digits against the backdrop.

He did not feel awe as...awe was a product of encountering something larger than oneself. He was currently observing himself, and he found the mechanics perfectly logical!

He felt unique as if he wanted to study himself and existence...and he wanted to articulate it.

He wanted to affirm and articulate all thst he did as he found his transformation and newly budding nature far too unique!

"I am."

I.

He found this letter of his Osmontian Tongue to best describe how he was constantly feeling something new!

He smiled as he began, hoping he wouldn’t grow annoyed with his own new voice as he affirmed and analyzed this reality...and dream.

"I am standing on the grass," Noah said aloud, his voice devoid of temperature, echoing with a detached, analytical nature. "I am observing the fundamental particles of this space. They are waiting for a thought. I am...providing the thought."

WAA!

The space beside him distorted. Because he was THE Human Dreamer, and because he was within his own sovereign Realm, he did not need to follow the rigid protocols of the outside existence.

He dreamed his opposing manifestations awake.

Two identical figures of stellar blue-gold light stepped out of his hazy silhouette.

On his left stood THE Open Hand. Its edges were soft, radiating a quiet, gathering light. On his right stood THE Closed Crown. Its edges were sharp, radiating a dense, tyrannical gravity.

All of them were Noah. All of them perceived the continuum with the exact same terrifying, detached clarity.

"We are isolated," THE Open Hand stated smoothly, looking at the sky. "The environment has been customized. It is the optimal condition for an observation."

"An observation implies we do not already know the outcome," THE Closed Crown corrected, its voice entirely flat. "We are merely confirming the inevitable result of our own architecture."

Noah looked at the river of materialized possibilities flowing at the base of the hill.

"I am observing... the memory of THE Sundered Scion and breaking down the structure of THE Cause of the Undying Cycle. A Provenance Cause is a rigid machine. It executes a single function without the capacity for variation. It is... a command."

Noah turned his endlessly blue, glowing eyes toward his own chest.

"We do not hold Causes. We hold Teloi. A Telos is not a command. It is an aim. It is the destination of a journey. We have 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks, each carrying a grain of our nine aims."

"A command is finite," THE Open Hand observed.

"An aim is infinite," THE Closed Crown finished.

...!

Noah raised his right hand.

"I am exerting THE PRECEPT OF THE WAKING DREAM upon our own anatomy and isolating the Telos of Chaos. I am projecting it externally. I am dreaming an aim into a physical law."

HUUM!

I am! I am! I am!

He continued these affirmations as they anchored him to his reality and dreams!

"It is beautiful," THE Open Hand said. "It is the absence of structure."

"It is inefficient," THE Closed Crown countered. "It lacks a ruler. We must impose order upon the anomaly to extract value."

"We extract value by understanding the mechanism," Noah stated. "I am now moving on to... analyzing the human condition. I am looking at why we dream."

"Humans dream because the present is insufficient," Noah continued "They are cold, therefore they dream of fire. They are dying, therefore they dream of immortality. The dream is a symptom of a flaw."

"They are born," Noah narrated. "They are looking at the sky. They do not understand the rain. Therefore, they are inventing many things to explain the clouds."

"They seek comfort in subordination," THE Closed Crown observed coldly.

"They are building a shelter," THE Open Hand noted. "They are attempting to protect their fragile biology as they are cooperating. It is an act of preservation."

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