Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3647

Chapter 3647 Existence! VI

The crushing of a Node of Existence.

A Node was no trivial thing. And when Bob crushed it, he didn't just use brute strength.

There was a flash of silver-white radiance. One could see it clearly—he had called upon the Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence to achieve this terrifying effect.

And Bob didn't just crush a Node.

His weavings surged. Behind him, within the Spiral Dissonant Lexicon, a massive illusory screen appeared—revealing the weavings of the Frequency of Gold.

Surrounded by endless golden brilliance, this was a realm of unfathomable wealth and beauty. And in the next moment, the screen showed the actual flow of the Wheel within this frequency…beginning to fracture.

Lifeforms began to appear on the screens—multitudes of them—as reality itself shattered around them like fragile glass.

When this glass broke, it didn't do so quietly.

Many entities, to their horror, found that they couldn't channel any power at all. Their connection to the Wheel had been cut. Severed!

They were locked out of reality.

Space cracked. Fissures spread. Creatures in the path of these splits were torn apart—eyes dimming of all brilliance—fading shortly after.

The illusory screen behind Bob shifted rapidly. It showed countless regions of the Megalos—the grand expanse of the Frequency of Gold, which he had just erased with a single crushed Node.

And he had done it…with his eyes closed.

Essence of desolation and regret radiated from him, as if he truly hadn't wanted to take this step.

"I hear them."

His voice echoed out—low, mournful.

But Noah stared at him with eyes colder than the Abyss. Any remnants of goodwill, any flicker of redemption that might've once existed was gone.

This being had just made a conscious choice to destroy an entire Frequency of Existence.

And Noah already knew what he was about to say next.

"That didn't need to happen, my friend. And it still doesn't. I have a dozen more Nodes of Existence. This can stop right now. Let's not descend into something primitive. Let's rise above our baser selves. Let's do something…we'll actually be proud of."

His words were polished. Persuasive. Coated in idealism.

But toward this creature who had just annihilated an entire Frequency of Existence, Noah raised his hand and formed a fist.

Within that fist, a convergence of blinding, stellar obsidian brilliance began to bloom.

The weight of a True Source of Existence gathered there as he said, coldly.

"Echoes of the Unwritten."

HUUM!

Echoes of the Unwritten.

Four words. New, even to Noah. And by the look on his face—new to Bob, too.

Bob's brows furrowed.

And then…his eyes widened.

The illusory screen behind him—once dark and lifeless from the destruction it displayed—suddenly flickered to life. The events it had shown began to play in reverse.

Reality, once fractured, began to reform.

Shattered space knitted itself back together. Entities returned to life. The Frequency of Gold…healed.

It all unfolded uniquely and rapidly. In seconds, the entire destruction sequence had been undone. The screen vanished.

And in Bob's two tentacles…the Node of Existence he had crushed reappeared—reborn from a blinding singularity.