Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5926

Chapter 5926: Existence III

He turned, and looked back at the crimson sky behind him.

Ruination’s existence. Ten times THE Infiniverse. Built from records and probabilities, growing every moment, holding an entire Legacy.

He looked at it, and something in his chest went very still, and then, almost, he laughed.

At himself.

Ruination. His Kin. His recorder of everything. She had given him every record she had ever kept. Every probability, every simulation, every report, every assessment. She had built an existence inside herself. She had asked him for nothing in return.

And every time he had reached for her, it had been with an instruction.

Report. Assess. Extrapolate. Get started.

In all that time, he had given her nothing for its own sake.

Well.

He reached into her existence.

He came with no task and no direction, and with no need for her to grow faster, extrapolate further, or hold more. He reached into the countless threads of her quantum probabilities, the decillions of branching possibilities she kept and kept and always held on to, and he let his authority flow into them, freely, the same way he had let it flow into the Gaps.

Here, for you, because I can.

|Master?|

|Authority received. No instruction attached.|

|Searching for task parameters.|

|None found.|

...!

A long pause, in which the scrolling of the whole sky seemed to slow.

|...Thank you.|

...!

Then her existence answered!

It began as a surge. The probabilities inside her, every branching thread, every kept possibility, swelled all at once, billowing up through her existence like great slow clouds rising off a warm sea. Immense concentrations of possibility, piling on each other, rolling and rising, so dense that the crimson sky turned bright with them, the scrolling records blurring into rivers of light.

And then, from beneath them, the soil came.

It erupted. Obsidian and gold, rich and glittering, surging up out of the crimson ground of her existence in great waves, the same soil that was spreading across the Gaps, but stranger here, threaded through with fine red writing, as if every grain of it were a record. And out of it, trees rose. These were different from the gold-leafed trees of the Gaps. Crimson trees, glass-barked, their leaves scrolling with lines of text, their roots running down into the decillion probabilities beneath them and drinking. Vines of red light climbed them. Flowers opened along their branches, and inside every flower was a single tiny steady sun.

Across the Legacy, old Immense Ones looked up.

Moriarty stopped pacing.

On a quiet slope, around Theon’s gold-and-black cocoon, a ring of crimson flowers opened all at once, and leaned toward him.

|My existence is changing.|

|The probabilities you gave are taking root. They are not becoming tasks. They are becoming ground.|

|I did not know... I could grow like this.|

...!

Noah watched the crimson forest rise through her sky, and felt the essence coming back from it, from her, from everything he had given to, a second tide on top of the first.

And then something deeper moved in him.

His Shinjitsu pulsed, slow and heavy, like something enormous turning over in its sleep.

|You have given to existence freely, across the Undefined Gaps and within THE Ruined Quantum Existence.|

|Existence has given back.|

|Your Shinjitsu has absorbed what returned.|

|Shinjitsu Assimilation Rate: 5% to 6%.|

|VERITAS, PROVENANCE, PONDUS, OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: True Order III.6 to True Order III.7.|

|Tended Existence continues to spread.|

...!

Six percent.

He had broken down Shards of IT. Ancient Immense Ones. Whole armies of fallen Immense Ones drawn into a black eye.

And the thing that had moved him furthest in a single breath was letting go.

Oh!

<Aethon Pyrrhaeus>

Varkhul straightened slowly in the distant dark. He kept his hands down. He only stared ahead at the withered edge of the forest, his face slack with shock, as if a field he had stepped into had stood up and slapped him.