Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3754

Chapter 3754: Resistance III

Noah gazed out into the wonder of the Infiniverse Crucible after obtaining such a grand achievement.

Paradoxical Resistance.

He could do more.

He wanted to do more.

But at this same time, as his stage of power became that of a Primarch of Complexity and Purity through his Lineage, other parts of him and their True Sources...were also pulled up tremendously!

To the extent that something was triggered amidst all of this.

Noah felt his existence buzz as prompts bloomed...alongside a fundamental, tremendous change of how...he saw everything.

|The True Source of Fables joins Cheats, Plot, Infinity, Quintessence, Tyranny, Paradox, and the Protagonist as part of your weavings approaching the Primarchy of Complexity and Purity.|

|Limited Fictional Transcendence has jumped a major milestone.|

|Absolute Fictional Transcendence has been obtained.|

HUUUM!

His weavings buzzed.

Something changed!

He blinked at the unique sensation and oddity as another prompt flashed before him.

|As the Protagonist, your Fable is infinite if you so choose. Under Absolute Fictional Transcendence, your Fable is yours to tell. First Person View Point has been unlocked.|

His Fable...was his to tell?

He was...

He was?

No. Not he.

I.

I was.

HUUM!

The change became ever so real as Noah looked around, as if he could see existence itself being rewritte-

"Hold on. Thats not right...it is...my Fable to tell. Through my eyes." _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

|...|

A moment of silence.

And after this moment, the change settled.

The Fable went back to a previous sentance!

The change became ever so real as...I looked around, as if I could see existence itself being rewritten!

WAA!

"WAA? What Waa? Take a breather for a moment. I will continue my own Fable, under my own terms."

|...|

Silence.

Peace.

No other influence pressed down.

In a moment of profound oddity, it felt like I spoke to myself about how I viewed existence and its wonders.

In discussing it.

In narrating it.

This was my Fable.

So it would not be He.

But I.

And I could tell it more Quintessentially and Tyrannical than anyone ever could.

So, lets do this properly, shall we?

Rain fell.

An existential irony, really.

The Crucible wept with beauty. Existence shed tears from above as if it finally realized the weight of its own creation.

Multicolored droplets cascaded from the Infiniverse Forge, each one a sobbing whisper of a Source.

The others- oh, how they reached. Arms raised. Eyes wide. Reverence or desperation for more Complexity and Purity; I never could tell the difference in those seeking miracles.

But I?

I stood still.

A calm tyrant amid shrieking joy. Rain did not grace me. It bent. Flowed past. Avoided.

It knew better. It knew that I did not need it.

So it continued to be a backdrop as after the chnage in how my Fable unfolded, I looked back within my own existence.

Three Existential Dimensional Lattices spun within me. They hummed softly. One might call it music. I called it inevitability.

Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum. A mouthful of a name.

A destiny. A curse of wonders and apocalypses.. infinitely. It was a Quintessential foundation, jagged and magnificent.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

Because power, like truth, is a staircase. And I? I don’t believe in ceilings.

I believed in infinity.

The Crucible rumbled, ever so dramatic.

And then...she spoke. My long time construct and friend.

|You understand.| said the Infiniverse.

Her voice laced through my thoughts like a lattice folding into itself. Gentle. Absolute. Respectful as always.

|It was hard to explain when I reached it as you truly have to be there understand. To truly understand Primarchy, you have to be a Primarch.|

Her voice was filled with that same calm and gentle authority.

I opened my eyes.

And I saw the overaching Infiniverse...and her budding Living Wheel with all its Spokes flash all at once.

|Even though your other True Sources have not reached Primarchy,| she continued, |you should be able to begin forming Lattices through mine as what is mine..is yours. Everything is catching up rather rapidly and flowing in the same direction.|

Direction.

Hah.

I’ve always known where I’m going.

I stared at the sky. At the infinity symbol turning like celestial judgment.

"Then show me."

Power did not gather.

It unraveled and became clear before me.

Before me stretched weavings of unbearable scopes of wonder- of True Sources I could choose from to form Existential Dimensional Lattices apart from my own Lineage.

For no other purpose that obtaining all Resistances!

Entropy. Dreams. Manadynamics. Continuity. Fire. Space. Soul. Genesis. Quantum. Time. Death. Wrath. Sloth. Nuclear Force. Uncertainty. Providence. Relativity. Mirror...

They all glimmered brightly with possibility.

Tempting.

I simply needed nine more. Nine Lattices from nine distinct True Sources.

To do what no other had done...right? It would be a wonder if another entity was able to do the same thing.

To obtain every one of the Ten True Absolute Existential Resistances.

So I began.

Not with haste. With decision.