Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5881

Chapter 5881: Shinjitsu III

The Primordial Gu of Provenance was targetting Lifthrasir and the one who brought her back.

Noah thought about this with his eyes shining brilliantly as his second Narrative continued to work wonders- good and bad!

With the Keepers gone and the Provenance hunters still somewhere beyond the Ossuary, Noah turned his attention inward.

Lifthrasir sat on Kir One’s obsidian shoulder with her chin in her hands, watching him.

He began with an inventory. To find his Shinjitsu, he had set down everything less than wholly his: the cold of THE Long Night, Vakochev’s Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin that had first sparked his root, the Lesser Kryos, the returns from THE Tide, the administrative authority of the Epitropos seat. They still sat inside him, stacked in his existence like heavy coats on a chair, waiting.

"Well," Lifthrasir said. "Knowing what is borrowed and keeping it at arm’s length lets you barely touch your truth. That is your start. But if you simply pick those coats back up as they were, your Assimilation Rate will stall, or fall."

She swung her bare feet.

"To climb, you must either throw borrowed things away forever, or assimilate them until existence recognizes them as native to you. And assimilating things is fun! Existence is full of wondrous things. You don’t have to stay away from all of it to train your Shinjitsu. Break it down into something purely yours. Or throw it away, if you’d rather."

Throw away perfectly good loot, and a throne that spanned gigaparsecs?

Absolutely not!

He was going to eat all of it properly.

Noah turned his Infinity inward, Dialetheic and Adynatic and Noetic together, and let it read him down to the bottom.

He found Vakochev’s ECG first, an old architectural signature still woven into the base of his Dreaming Human Origin Tree, carrying the thesis it had arrived with: level the playing field, so that the small may stand against the great. Noetic Infinity understood it completely, and so Noah could rewrite it. He stripped the thesis away and rebuilt the signal as something purely human, a starving child’s refusal to stop growing.

The pain came at once! White fractures ran across his stellar skin as Auto-Fusion and Shinjitsu ground the foreign signature down into inert sediment and pushed it out of him.

Next came THE True Walking Winter, and with it the Kryos and all corpses he had swallowed from the Basal Floor and The Evergrave of THE Undersnow. The cold had belonged to the Long Night, to its Hollow Night Lifeforms and the unknown hand that turns the winter.

Noah reached back for a memory of his own instead: a cheap apartment in his childhood, the heating off to save money, Amelia gone on night shifts, and a boy wrapped in every blanket they owned, keeping the place warm by refusing to complain. He anchored the frost there, and the cold turned from an external curse into the quiet endurance of a home keeping itself warm.

He went deeper!

His Teloi, the purpose woven through every one of his two hundred decillion quarks, had been shaped long ago by systems and Causes outside him. He tied each purpose back to the boy in the small room, who got up every morning for no reason but his own dream. The Causes he had once cast out still ran through THE Infiniverse, and he acknowledged their echoes as lessons he had learned rather than laws he had been handed.

His old Infinite Scales were missing from him entirely. He had cast them out long ago on the obsidian sands, the ladder he had built across a time in mimicry of Vakochev’s Scales of Existence, and THE Infiniverse had kept their backbone. Even now, deep in the Dream Engine, Adelaide was rebuilding them, THE Genesis Scale and THE Source Scale, and sketching a Third of her own. Those Scales were a structure he had made by following another man’s blueprint. One day he may take them back, and when he did, they would have to be founded on nothing but his own truth.

The loot of THE Tide went last, Cores and Singularities long since devoured as fuel, now broken down again until nothing of their old owners remained in them.

Each one cost him. By the end, fractures of white light covered his arms and chest, and grey sediment drifted off him like ash.

He had to ensure he didn’t repeat this again as after today, everything would be broken down and filtered out by his Shinjitsu before being made his!

|You have stripped the foreign origin-marks from your foundational hormone and your winter weavings.|

|Vakochev’s signature: dissolved. Your growth answers only to your own hunger.|

|THE Long Night’s cold: re-anchored to a memory from the beginnings of your existence.|

|Lesser Kryos: assimilated. Your frost has no other master.|

|Teloi: re-rooted. Every quark’s purpose now traces back to your own dream.|

|The cast-out Causes: acknowledged as lessons.|

|THE Infinite Scales: Integrated.|

|The loot of THE Tide: broken down to raw mass. No former owner remains in it.|

|The Epitropos seat: its authority remains borrowed. It will become yours only when you have truly carried it.|

|The grain of IT: ?????|

...!

|What was swallowed as loot has been re-forged as memory and biology.|

|Assimilation Rate: 0.1% to 0.2%.|

Noah breathed out, and his breath fell as snow, and the snow felt like his.

Then his existence pulsed again, deeper, and something structural began to shift!

|With less borrowed between them, your Core Capabilities are fusing under Shinjitsu.|

|Redundancy is being removed.|

...!

|THE True Dream Without a Far Wall, THE True Waking Decree, THE True Living Grammar, and THE True Rendered Design have fused.|

|They have become a Shinjitsu Weaving of THE Dreaming Human Origin: THE Dream That Was Always So.|

|What you dream from your truth does not overwrite existence. Existence remembers it as having always been. Your word, your design, and your will are one act, and that act has no seam for anyone to pry open.|

...!

|THE True Sovereign of the Lived Hour, THE True Tide-Crowned Protagonist, THE Unkneeling Truth, and THE True Sanguine Covenant have fused.|

|They have become a Shinjitsu Weaving of THE Dreaming Human Origin: THE Empty Hands That Hold.|

|You hold nothing borrowed, and so nothing can be taken from you. Every hour you live, every bond you keep, and every thread that bends toward you rests on ground that is only yours, and those you choose may stand on it beside you.|

...!

Noah stared at the two names, and slowly, he began to smile!

Eight capabilities had become two, and neither felt smaller. They felt denser, as a fist is denser than an open hand.

Lifthrasir claped softly from Kir One’s shoulder.

Noah raised his eyes to the Ossuary around him to test it.

Before Shinjitsu, his Dream had lain over a region like golden-blue tiles laid across a stone floor. Perfect tiles, seamless to every eye, but tiles all the same, and if an Ancient Immense One had struck hard enough, they would have shattered and exposed the original stone beneath.

Now he reached for the destiny-silk drifting past his shoulder and the obsidian-gold stars rolling in their sea, and he felt the difference at once.

They did more than obey his Dream. Their smallest particles had accepted that being dreamed by Noah Osmont was part of their own native history, as though they had always been this way, and always would be.

The stone underneath was gone, with nothing left to expose!

Noah smiled and looked over to Lifthrasir.

"Lend me Kir One," Noah said. "Hold it under a quarter of its power, and let me learn what I just became."

He wanted to experience just 25%!

Lifthrasir patted the obsidian shoulder she sat on and floated down to Lygara’s side.

"Under a quarter," she told the Giant. "Don’t kill our benefactor."

"Are you alive?"

HUUM!

"I AM!"

BOOM!