Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3637

Chapter 3637 The Dead and the Living! II

For the sake of undoing all their mistakes, it would all be worth it.

For the sake of seeing her again, it would all be worth it.

The obsidian Bob and the white Bob looked at each other as an unspoken agreement bloomed between them.

Behind the obsidian Bob, a terrifying shattered, and destitute black Wheel of Existence bloomed... and began to spin.

Each rotation was slow, heavy, and agonizing as though the screams of countless lost entities echoed through its broken spokes. And this was true in a sense as with every turn of that Wheel, those contained within it felt its movements that caused them all tremendous pain! This was why they were wailing constantly….

Such a Wheel and all those within were still present.

A dead True Source of Existence, shattered by their own hands.

Unintentional, yes. But done all the same.

As the broken and dead Wheel bloomed behind the obsidian Bob, a radiant white Wheel of Existence bloomed behind the white Bob.

Waves of complexity converged between them, their bodies buzzing as if in harmony—until they were pulled toward each other.

Where once there was disagreement and division, now their Weavings of Existence aligned as one.

An obsidian Bob. A white Bob.

And in that moment, they became a single Bob.

The endless field of corpses that the Great Usurper had been observing began to stir. Slowly, impossibly, they rose- an unfathomable sea flowing toward the spinning black and white Wheels of Existence.

It looked like a procession of countless dead beings as even in their dead state, some even struggled as if they innately knew they were in for constant and endless pain for an unknown number of years to come.

But they had no power to reject anything, so they were put inside the Dead True Source.

When it came to living True Sources, rules and limitations were many, as distorting and reshaping existence was nearly impossible.

But with dead things...

With dead Wheels of Existence?

The alteration was so much easier.

From the Weavings of Existence, as the Great Usurper watched in shock, he heard Bob's voice one last time.

"For her… for all those I have imposed suffering upon..."

WAA!

For her.

It was all for her. And he had tried to make things right.

But in the end... how could the deaths of countless quintillions and the destruction of multiple Wheels of Existence ever truly be rectified?

BOOM!

The sliver of memory, seen through the eyes of a faceless lifeform, vanished—snuffed out in an instant.

The Great Usurper came to once more, his expression heavy as he softly repeated the words he'd just heard.

"The thing that Innervates Wheels of Existence..."

That was what Bob was after.

Not the Wheel itself. Not the Absolute Complex True Source that so many protected.

No. The Wheel was just a pathway... leading to something else. Something unnamed. Something more than what even someone like him knew!

The Great Usurper's expression darkened.

He needed to know more.

Only then could he continue his idle existence while the souls he had usurped moved on his behalf.

Bob had held the remnants of countless quintillion souls embedded in the Dead True Sources under his command.

No… not just Dead True Sources. That was misleading.