Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3753

Chapter 3753: Resistance II

The mountain at the center of the Infiniverse Crucible pulsed.

Not softly.

But with a reverberation so powerful it felt like the breath of Existence itself had caught in its throat.

The Mountain was vast and vibrant, wrapped in a glorious multicolored brilliance shivered beneath the blinding symbol of Infinity spinning in the skies above.

The infinity symbol turned once, twice... then collapsed inward before erupting in a burst of kaleidoscopic light.

And then...

BOOOM!

An eruption.

As if a volcanic eruption was occurring.

It began.

Rain!

WUU!

A rainfall not made of water.

From the Infiniverse Forge gushed a torrent of multicolored rain- each droplet a teardrop of Existence itself.

| True Source Tears of Existence have bloomed in the Infiniverse Crucible.|

| Each droplet increases Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient by 1 Source Unit (SU) |

| Limit before saturation for every Entity: Upto the mark of 50,000 SU |

...!

From the rain came wonder.

These weren’t mere enhancements.

They were sacred. Heavy.

Tears of Existence, shed by the very wheelworks that stitched together the True Frequencies of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence

As they fell from the havens, their descent rang like crystal bells forged from collapsed timelines.

The droplets struck the Crucible ground with no splash- just resonance.

WUU!

A single drop hit the shoulder of a Monad below. The being screamed in exultation.

His form pulsed, Purity and Complexity climbing by a single unit, then another as more drops landed.

And then chaos.

A beautiful, desperate chaos.

The Great Beyonder felt it.

Henry felt it.

Everyone felt a droplet land on them before they saw the Prompt!

Entities surged forward.

Resplendent Monads floated into the sky. Sourcebound Icons opened their arms wide. Constructs, Queens, Paragons—all sought to bathe in the rain.

The Tears were few. Selective.

But each one that landed was salvation. Power.

Noah stood at the center.

Still.

Blue-gold brilliance laced his form. His gaze did not seek the sky. It remained forward. Watching.

He did not move to catch a single droplet.

Because it would not even work for him.

He watched the cascade of True Source Tears of Existence. Watched how their descent changed the reactions of those below. How each entity expressed their weavings differently under the same grace.

And in that moment, Noah felt the whisper of something vast.

In this moment as another one of his bodies was in a perilous situation, he had an epiphany!

HUUM!

He closed his eyes. Not to escape. But to see further.

"Existence is not complex by default," he whispered. "It only appears so when one refuses to simplify."

In his mind, something that the Infiniverse had began to utilize bloomed.

But not in the same manner.

Differently!

Existential Dimensional Lattices.

The mark of a Primarch.

Not a weapon. Not a form. But a method.

A lattice of folded regulations and layered simplicity based on a True Source.

A way to express not just power, but resonance across multiple existential truths one decided of their True Source. It began with a single Truth... your Self.

His Self.

His lineage...True Origin Osmontian Paracausal Lineage!

He reached inward.

And within the golden-blue lines of his being, he imagined a lattice. Not ornate. Not wild.

Just a single, simple pattern.

A spiraling strand folding into itself like an infinity symbol. It looped, stabilized, collapsed, and began again.

It resonated not because of what it was, but because of what it contained.

Everything he was.

His choices.

His pain.

His ascent.

The Lattice formed—not outward, but inward first. Then it expanded, folding into space around him.

The first Existential Dimensional Lattice of his Lineage. A clean one. Pure. Uncomplicated.

Not a show of dominance.

But a demonstration of clarity.

He opened his eyes.

Above him, the rain still fell.

Below, the Crucible roared.

And somewhere, existence shuddered as if it were witnessing the birth of something impossible.

Noah...only felt an inkling of such a sensation as it came and went quickly.

He refocused on himself.

The lattice spun within him.

It did not scream with power. It hummed with clarity.

Noah’s body sat motionless beneath the golden shimmer of the Infinity Symbol, the multicolored rain of the Infiniverse Forge falling in glimmering arcs around him.

His skin radiated with layered blue gold brilliance of his Lineage and as the Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum, as the first of many Existential Dimensional Lattices clicked into place inside his being.

It was not like wielding a weapon.

It was like remembering how to breathe.

Each fold of the lattice, each spiral within the golden-blue loop, encoded a part of his Self.

Not just the past. Not just his battles.

But the unbroken line of intent he had carried through his challenges, through the tears, through the crucibles.

Through the [Ape’s Paradise] Dungeon where he cast fireballs endlessly as an F Rank Hunter.

Through the Beast World.

As a Demon King.

As a Sin.

As a Universal Entity.

As a Cosmic Entity.

Everything...or a part of it, was contained in that Lattice!

This wasn’t just Complexity or Purity. This was Identity made structure.

He raised his hand.

The lattice pulsed. And space folded around his fingertips—not violently, but subtly. Existence bent, paused, acknowledged him.

Then obeyed.

A prompt shimmered before him.

| You have forged the First Existential Dimensional Lattice of Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum.|

| Effect: This lattice allows you to stabilize, suppress, or harmonize one foreign True Source of Existence within a 1 light year radius, reducing its Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient by 3% for as long as the lattice remains focused. |

...!

He exhaled.

A single lattice, and already, it held its own wonders.

But more than that, he understood.

He felt the principle as information flowed into him.

The lattice gave meaning to power, suppressed it, or made it part of him, even if only briefly.

The more he layered lattices upon each other, the more fluent he would become in interacting, suppressing, and overcoming any True Source of Existence. Not just canceling. Rewriting.

What Primarch Eluriah had done to the Witness!

That... was the path to a Primarch.

He envisioned a second lattice.

Not separate, but braided into the first.

And as he began to sketch its pattern inside his being, a second prompt emerged in his vision.

| Warning: Forming additional Existential Dimensional Lattices will begin irreversible Primarch Initiation. Do you wish to proceed? |

A unique prompt that was telling him becoming a Primarch was irreversible.

But why would such a thing need to be reversed?

With sharp eyes, Noah did not hesitate.

"Yes."

And above, the Infinity Symbol pulsed in answer.

The rain grew heavier. Each drop that touched his skin sank fell off his skin and continued down, his own brilliance and infinite mana feeding the forming lattice with raw clarity.

He closed his eyes, and the world faded.

All that remained...

Was the next pattern.

The next layer.

The next truth.

And his Self, rising toward Primarchy.

And this was only the beginning!

With enough Lattices, he would be able to withstand the Time Sentinels or any other enemies.

He would rewrite their outcomes entirely.

One Lattice at a time.

After the second was done, a third Lattice unfolded.

It wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t forced.