Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3741

Heavy resistance.

This was what Noah felt in his hands as he grabbed the Minor Calcified Paradoxical Wheel, but even with its heavy resistance… what his lineage could carry was utterly astounding as he smoothly and very easily brought the Wheel down and slotted it in the black earth below!

HUUM!

A light ringing echoed out as he felt an obsidian gold light descend from above.

It landed on him, becoming infused into his Null Form as he instantly felt a Mark seared into him like a brand of silent triumph.

He felt his very essence of Lineage tighten, distort, and refine.

Threads of chaos compressed into harmony. Purity sharpened. Complexity aligned. His existence hummed, less vast compared to before, but much more lethal.

A smile formed as he sensed that his PQ and CQ had not raised at all, but had actually decreased by a few hundred.

And yet the true Complexity and Purity of his Lineage was even more potent.

Compression and optimization.

He felt it burn across him as he looked at his status panel.

NAME: Noah Osmont

TITLE: Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum | Resplendent Monad

TRUE SOURCE: Absolute Complex Atlas Living Wheel of Existence (Absolute Complex True Source), Singed, Infinity, Existence, Runes, Ruination, Manadynamics, Entropy, Protagonist, Life, Death, Paradox…

CQ: 72,555(72,978) | PQ: 74,333(74,985)

RATE OF PROGRESSION: Paradoxical

STATUS: Quintessential

THREAT RATING: Unquantifiable

The Mark of the Folds was unique as it compressed and made his power even tighter and visualizing it… he noticed its tendency to compress the Source Values towards the same numerical sequence.

But truly because of a single mark, he had become one of the Marked Ones of the Folds, and his entire weavings of existence had begun to undergo a resonance of compression and reforging as even though his Source Values were becoming seemingly lower, his actual power that was reflected on the second set of numbers in the parentheses was actually becoming higher and higher.

He nodded at the changes that he felt as he proceeded to look up and gaze at Caelnor of the Destifolds.

He was in a good mood at finding this place that could not be sought by anyone, a place that was so unique and special across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds that even powerful Primarchs were searching for it but they were never able to find it.

And its undeniable weavings were so powerful that even beings at the stage of Primarchs would only have to adhere to it.

Paired with the Marks of the Folds, it seemed like he was primed to use this opportunity to obtain a unique level and method of power unique across the Folds.

So, he turned toward Caelnor of the Destifolds with a questioning and innocent gaze as he spoke.

"Hmm… Brother, did you lie to me? You made it seem like that Minor Calcified Paradoxical Wheel would actually be an impossible task. It seems like even someone as small as me can do it?"

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