Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3676

Codes of Existence.

Living, breathing weavings of Existence- that was how he saw Runes. And if he engraved his Runes of Existence onto the True Source of another...

He could rewrite their living code.

He could alter their living record.

Or, in the case of the Dead Things, their Dead Records.

When the Dead Things had thousands of Runes engraved across their bodies, they realized- too late- that the output of their True Sources was gradually being cut off. Their bodies could no longer express it freely.

Which gave the tendrils of Ruination more freedom to unravel their existence, as even more golden Runes latched onto their Dead True Sources.

When a million Runes were branded into their forms, more than half of their True Source output was severed.

"OOOH!"

They roared in maddened defiance, while opposite them, the figure of the Origin Singed watched Noah, his expression carved from stone.

Once over half of their True Sources were bound and suppressed, the unraveling through Ruination intensified. Their bodies were consumed—wrapped in countless crimson tendrils.

And then, hundreds of millions of golden Runes locked into their essence. Soon after, their Dead True Sources ceased all expression.

…!

What they could express was no longer their own.

The Codes of Existence themselves bound to their essence, rewriting their very function-sealing their ability to even spread their weavings.

It was a horrifying act.

And as it took form, Noah floated toward the two bound Dead Things.

Their forms shimmered, incandescent golden Runes glowing across their surfaces, engraved deep into the framework of their existence.

He stood before them, eyes cold, hands clenched. The Runes binding them flickered and began to tear them apart.

Noah was literally ripping them to pieces.

He was furious.

He was livid!

"Give me your memories."

HUUM!

"Give me your records."

WAA!

"Give me everything."

…!

He hadn't gotten what he needed from Bob. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

So he took it out on these two.

And in doing so, he scattered their remnants into the Cradle of Purity, officially and personally destroying two Dead Things almost entirely by his own power as the wary Origin Singed floated nearby, gaze sharp.

Even then, his eyes flickered again. Changed and altered.

He looked inward.

And what he sensed stopped his weavings cold.

Something was devouring his True Source.

A sensation so vast and terrible that it should have been impossible not to notice—yet here it was, eclipsing over half his True Source before he even felt it.

This had been happening for some time.

Likely ever since…

Ever since his weavings of existence had been rewound. Healed.

When…!

His eyes flared with light. He looked at the back of the entity tearing the Dead Things apart.

One man. Against a half-shattered white Wheel of Existence sunken to his chest, nearly collapsed- had managed to reverse the unraveling.

But in that act of reversal, he had done something.

"What did you do to me?"

The Origin Singed's eyes burned as he shouted the question across the space between them.

What had Noah done?