Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3689

Within the Infiniverse Megalos.

Unique waves of wonder spread outward, the sensations rippling through existence and causing the most perceptive ones to quickly look up, as if sensing the coming changes.

The Queen of Matter, who had been excitedly speaking to a Shadow Guard, froze. Around her, chains connected to golden Books foretelling the grandest Fables came to a halt, even the one in the hands of the Shadow Guard, Night, who was reading them as if judging and evaluating!

The Queen of Matter raised her head in shock. The one she was communicating to did the same.

Inside the intricate vein that held the tremendous weavings of existence, the main bodies of multiple important personages also looked up.

Smiles touched their faces. Some shook their heads, amused.

They stood atop a small haven of obsidian-gold Dreams, shimmering with Dark Matter and Matter. Above them, golden auroras painted the skies. Beneath their feet, brilliant black and gold mountains rolled across the land.

In such a place—

Kazuhiko stopped in front of Henry, pausing their spar. He sheathed his katana, the blade glimmering with the light of Omniverses, and asked lightly.

"Which advancement do we think he's making now? It's happening just as we can't find any more Faceless Lifeforms across frequencies..."

Kazuhiko's words hung in the air. Henry steadied his waves and complexity, shimmering blue and gold, the silent flame of the Singed flickering near him. He shook his head and answered.

"Your guess is as good as mine. But whatever change is coming... feels too significant. Too widespread."

...!

Others heard. Across the haven, beings who were comparing their weavings through sparring looked up, pausing their matches.

Erikson, adorned in blue beach attire, gold flippers clutched in his hands as weapons, spoke out boisterously.

"A transformation of the Infiniverse itself? Maybe he'll take my idea and make a whole frequency of beaches! Endless waves of the sea, white sandy beaches stretching forever!"

A few rolled their eyes.

Nearby, Ayame shimmered gold and added wistfully.

"I wish we could see it happening on the grander scale. I'd love to know—"

Space distorted.

Her words cut off as the figure of the Infiniverse Megalos Body appeared.

Her weavings buzzed with immense complexity and purity. She cast her gaze over those who had gathered here, those using the space to compare their existence through battle.

A blinding illusory screen then erupted above her.

"It will be good for you all," she said, "to observe the emergence of True Frequencies based on the True Sources of Existence. It will make it easier for you to grasp your own True Sources—or to follow the path of the True Severed Origin Osmontian."

...!

It would be a positive thing for them to watch the emergence of True Frequencies of Existence.

Fantastical words. Yet real enough that the screen above them shifted, displaying a scale few could fathom.

A view that stretched across countless light-years. Vast enough to cover multiple Omniverses and still, it was only a zoomed-out image of the massive Infiniverse Vein and the havens surrounding it.