Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3745

"Ah…"

Noah stood at the edge of the Outer Wheel, this fantastical place of silence and echo as he inhaled a deep breath of Quintessence. He felt the compression of his Complexity and Purity settle into his being like a second skin.

He hadn't been idle, neither in the Infiniverse Crucible nor here, in the Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension. The joint advancement in both over the past hours had brought him to a stupendous state.

One even he couldn't fully grasp.

And yet, when he glanced at his status panel, it was all too clear.

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, Plot, Cheats…

CQ: 49,999 (98,999) | PQ: 49,999 (98,999)

RATE OF PROGRESSION: Paradoxical

STATUS: Quintessential

THREAT RATING: Unquantifiable

49,999.

98,999.

His Purity Quotient and Complexity Quotient had not only climbed, they had been compressed. And while his actual values rested at 49,999, the power he could express was only a few hundred points from a monumental breakthrough.

Everything within him felt tight, dense, and brimming with explosive force. He glanced back at the faces of the Living and Dead watching in awe. He offered a light nod and a smile, then turned toward the murky, obsidian path stretching toward the Middle Wheel Platform.

His power would be tested soon enough.

In the Infiniverse Crucible, his bodies would reveal how truly obscene he had become.

But this, this was the culmination. The elevation of his True Sources. Of his lineage. The result of Utilization, of enduring constant pressure, being broken down and refined again and again.

And finally, layered atop it all, the compression of the Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension.

It was a perfect storm. A moment of quiet Ascension, away from the usual cataclysms and apocalypses.

A rare chance to breathe.

To rise.

Surely, such peaceful days of Quintessence would continue… right?

"Right…"

He stepped forward.

HUUMM!

Obsidian platforms spiraled from the darkness between the Outer and Middle Wheels, floating Calcified Wheels, each one broader than a mountain, etched with paradoxical glyphs that shifted endlessly. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

They drifted in a void of collapsed and fragmented weavings of Existence.

Noah observed them, pondering what manner of complexity birthed such things.

They weren't just platforms.

They were barriers.

To reach the Middle Wheel, one had to leap across them.

His Null Form, a faint three-inch silhouette hugging his body, pulsed with compressed resonance. Small as it was, it felt like a behemoth trapped in a grain of sand.

And with it, he moved forward unhindered.

The pressure between platforms was suffocating. Paradoxical. Only those of terrifying Complexity and Purity could pass through without crumbling.

He leapt toward the first platform, the void below endless, a gravitational force ever-present and eager to drag him down.

BOOM!

His landing cracked the Calcified Wheel, not from weakness, but from contradiction. Something so small should not carry such weight.

Gasps came from the watching Dead Things.

And still, he pressed on.

Jump.

Land.

Crack.

Again.