Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3739

The land's uniqueness deepened the closer Noah drew. The silence, the shadows cascading in ripples across the terrain only grew more unfathomable.

As he approached, the entities- some standing, others seated, a few drifting across the obsidian ground, turned to glance at him.

It was the kind of glance that suggested they were waiting.

Waiting to see something.

He met their stares calmly. And he saw them.

Each one bore the unmistakable aura of beings below 1,000 Purity Quotient and Complexity Quotient Source Units—though a few stronger ones hovered closer to 10,000.

Only Nascent Source-Bearers and Harmonized Sourcebound Icons populated this place.

All except one.

A solitary figure stood apart- an elemental humanoid radiating a crimson brilliance.

A Living Thing with the resplendent weight of a Monad.

Yet none of them moved with hostility. Instead, they drifted or sat in composed silence, orbiting the wide, horizontal obsidian wheel at the center of this strange place.

And then Noah crossed an invisible threshold and understood.

It hit him instantly.

A suffocating, undeniable complexity of influence descended on him the moment his feet met the wheel's surface.

His vision shifted.

Existence bent.

And within the fracture of that moment, something ignited inside his Lineage. Threads of collapsed information surged into weavings, compressed and tangled- translating into one form that he preferred.

Prompts that he was always used to.

But…

| YOU HAVE ENTERED THE NULL CRADLE OF FOLD-BREAKING ASCENSION |

The message came in blazing capital letters, pulsing with silent thunder.

| Where Source is hushed. Where Weavings cannot breathe. Where you lift the weight of All That Was… or crumble beneath it. |

…!

| You have entered an Absolute Paradox Zone. Here, all expression of True Sources is fully nullified. All Weavings of Existence are internally compressed- permanently. External use of Source is impossible. Internally, all present are placed in a state of forced-loop resonance and compression. This Zone cannot be found through seeking no matter your Complexity. And if you leave… you may never find it again. |

His weavings flared to life, buzzing with a radiant hum as Noah absorbed every change.

A Zone that defied pursuit. A Zone that found you only when you stopped looking.

| You stand upon the Null Cradle- a stillborn Null Wheel carved into the paradox-ridden veins of the Gravewake Fold. Here, all outward expressions of the True Source are silenced. Their signatures spiral inward, compressed and locked in endless resonance. This compression does not weaken, it refines. Each moment tightens the spiral of your Complexity Quotient (CQ) and Purity Quotient (PQ), forging them into sharper, more transcendent forms. But survival demands more than potential. It demands trial. And that trial begins with a Null Form. |

HUUM!

A soft sound echoed from his chest as a faint glow unfurled around him- a translucent shell of blue-gold, barely three inches thick, coating his skin like breath on glass.

A Null Form.

| Your Form blooms not from strength... but from alignment with your True Source. Its size is determined by resonance- Purity and Complexity in harmony. Each Null Form manifests as an ethereal cocoon, and only it can interact with the burdens of this region. It can lift. It can endure. It cannot harm. |

…!

A trial shell. A reflection of inner truth.

Noah looked at the faint shimmer wrapped tight around his form- a pathetic whisper of light.

Only three inches.

He glanced up and met the gazes of many.

The Nascent Source-Bearers and Harmonized Icons lounging across the obsidian wheel weren't even hiding their amusement. Some laughed. Others looked away in dismissive boredom.

had weighed them. And in that chaotic collision of incompatible resonance, it deemed that he had little to no alignment. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}