Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3632

Chapter 3632 Past and Present! III

Somewhere deep within the Prime Frequency of Flames, space itself decided it had had enough as it tore open under the brilliance of the rune of the SINGED!

A blinding rune, etched in raw authority of the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed and known only to the True Severed Origin Osmontian ripped open the flaming space like someone tearing a hole in reality itself.

A jagged rift, buzzing with stability and wonder, bloomed into being like a scar across the face of existence!

The Singed watched from afar, their gazes intense and reverent as their connected weavings leading into tendrils within Noah caused all of this. In the distance, tucked inside a region wrapped in so many layers of flames that most beings wouldn't dare approach, another body of Noah moved.

It phased in like an echo threading between overlapping layers of Existence as if following the Flow of Existence was optional for him.

He arrived at a certain place as without hesitation, Noah reached into the overlapping Strings of Existence in one area and pulled out…a flame.

It looked completely normal. Average, even. Like something you'd find hovering above a campfire.

But the moment his other hand, already glowing with silver-white Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence came into contact with the flame…

BZZT!

The ordinary flame pulsed, shimmered, and revealed itself as a Node of Existence.

Noah didn't flinch. He just narrowed his eyes and calmly released more Primal Flames, starting to alter the Node of this particular Prime Frequency of Flames. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

He was making alterations with a single goal in mind- to make sure Bob couldn't get into this Frequency or do anything to affect it.

The changes were similar to what he'd done with the Prime Frequency of the End, but this time it was more personalized to Bob. More targeted. Every adjustment was a deliberate strike against anything tied to Bob's existential weavings!

Noah wasn't about to be a pawn in someone else's chess match, if Bob was in fact scheming something. If he had to run around struggling as he was, then Bob better be doing the same!

And honestly, with how fast Noah's power was rising- with Absolute Infinitum Existentialism, Absolute Loot Generation, True Severed Osmontian Forge, and more…he was pretty sure the only thing that could keep up with his rise in complexity was maybe the Infiniverse Megalos.

The thing was growing exponentially as it garnered more self sufficiency and was absolutely taking off currently.

Every time Noah gained something, the Infiniverse Megalos gained more. At this point, it was even moving to conduct more grandiose actions- already seeking out the Queen of Matter for yet another wondrous upgrade.

Then there was the True Adaptive Power of Existence, which had officially tagged Bob as an enemy of growth. The stronger Bob became as he recovered his power, the faster the rise of complexity for Noah!

Eventually, even Bob wouldn't be able to keep up.

So yes.

Let time pass!

Because if there was one thing Noah had learned since he started as an F-Rank Hunter, it was that given enough time, he always won.

Kings. Tyrants. Hunters. It didn't matter how long they'd reigned as if one gave him days, weeks, or sometimes just hours, they would all eventually fall.

The only question now was…how long would it take to overcome Bob?

That was all he needed to think about. His victory.

For him, there could be no other eventual outcome. There wasn't room in his mind for doubts. No what-ifs. No fears about what might happen to existence if he failed.

Because in the Weavings of the True Severed Origin Osmontian, failure was just not an option.

Others could stumble. Others could fall.