Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3629

Chapter 3629 Existence Can Be Ridiculous! II

One man floated before the burning ring of a vast sun that silently blazed, its weavings smoldering as if they had no intention of fading away.

"Hmm…"

A light nod followed as he surveyed the results, his eyes flashing with brilliance as prompts filled his vision.

|A Lesser Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been obtained from the collapsed Weavings of the Lesser Source Complexity, Tukrux.|

|A Lesser Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been obtained from the collapsed Weavings of the Lesser Source Complexity, Thrulgen.|

|A Greater Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been obtained from the collapsed Weavings of the Greater Source Complexity, Chumars.|

|An Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been obtained from the collapsed Weavings of the Undeniable Telos Prime Source Complexity, Giuseppe.|

|An Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been obtained from the collapsed Weavings of the Undeniable Telos Prime Source Complexity, Madhaed.|

|An Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Existence has been…|

The prompts came by the thousands.

The True Severed Weavings of Loot burned gloriously. Even though, like the Infiniverse Megalos, he was gradually becoming self-sufficient and capable of supporting his own rapid advancement, it did not mean he would refuse loot from external sources.

If they presented themselves, he would gladly take them.

Since the days when he was merely an F-Rank Hunter first utilizing Fireball, the exhilaration of acquiring loot had never left him!

With the Severed Affix of Burnt Weaver confirming no remaining Faceless Lifeforms in the gradually forming Map of the Prime Frequency of Flames, he turned to Mysara while his body floated toward Emelline of the First Flame and the others.

"Let's go."

Whether this was a setback or a step forward, he would discover in due time. For now, as he floated toward the Singed who gazed at him with awe and reverence, his focus shifted toward the Loot Boxes as he called one out.

He was utterly nonchalant about it all.

The war that Bob had orchestrated, whether it was merely a scheme to divert attention or something layered with complex plans they had yet to perceive, had been ended in a single second.

Whether this was a setback or a step forward, he would discover in due time. For now, as he floated toward the Singed who gazed at him with awe and reverence, his focus shifted toward the Loot Boxes as he called one out.

A dazzling, multicolored square box materialized before him.

Its allure was painted with a radiant glow of gold, inscribed with symbols of golden infinity signs and adorned with musings of wealth that others could only dream of.

It reminded him of the Treasure Caches of the past as the moment the Loot Box appeared, it spun with glorious waves of golden light!

Then, with a resounding explosion of fireworks, the top of the box burst open, releasing an array of dazzling Loot.

|17x Undeniable Telos Purified Source Pearls have been obtained from the Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Giuseppe.|

|A Torn, Scattered Record of an Unknown Dead True Source has been obtained from the Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Giuseppe.|

|The Records of the Weavings of Giuseppe have been obtained from the Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Giuseppe.|

|Scorched Remnants of an Existence Isolator Armament have been obtained from the Undeniable Telos Prime Absolute Infinitum Loot Box of Giuseppe.|

Waves of wonder erupted as dazzling singularities of Undeniable Telos Purified Source Pearls burst forth, accompanied by other marvels that raised Noah's brows.

He absorbed them all into himself and began perusing their weavings as he floated through throngs of Singed who looked upon him and the distant flaming sun with profound reverence. They instinctively made way for him, some bowing their heads with fervor and respect.

Noah and Mysara seamlessly arrived before a dazed Emelline of the First Flame with Noah offering her a calm, steady smile before asking softly.

"The late Ezekiel seemed to have known the methodology to access a path into a True Frequency of the Wheel. Do you or the remaining Prime Source Singed know it as well?"

Her obsidian-gold robe only magnified her desolate beauty. Her dark hair shimmered as she placed her hand gently on her chest and continued, her tone heavy with melancholy.

"I can feel her… I can feel me, more and more. My weavings of the Expanse. Of the Megalos Beyond. Of the Outerversal Morphons. But what I thought I had in Existence, none of it remains. Only Legends across Frequencies. Apart from that, I have nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Her words carried a deep sense of desolation and self-deprecation as if the weavings of her existence were overlapping, tangled, and fragmented with all of herself, including the Great Beyonder.

Noah could only sigh as he looked at her, shaking his head softly.

"Since I have altered your weavings and connected you to me, you will always have me."

Words of solace for an entity who blinked and gazed up at Noah.

The weavings of Azzurra and the Great Beyonder in the unfathomable Infinite Ravines seemed to overlap and become one entity, the shared sense of loneliness between them stretching to unbearable levels. And in that moment, Noah, the only tangible figure in her existence at this moment apart from endless battles of Dead Things…became a warm flame that the weavings of the Great Beyonder gravitated towards!

In the Amarantos Dream, Azzurra, the Great Beyonder, looked up at Noah's visage as he raised his brows at her actions. Her voice, barely above a whisper, echoed out.

"You will always be there?"

…!

Her eyes, glowing with the vibrant Trace Will of the Great Beyonder, sought assurance in these endless weavings of existence.

And Noah simply nodded.

"I do not foresee my weavings collapsing anytime soon so…yes, I will always be here."

His words were like havenly water descending upon a desolate flower in a desert of loneliness. The weavings of the Great Beyonder moved closer toward him within the Amarantos Dream as Azzurra floated toward him, her obsidian gold robe falling away to reveal a fantastical visage underneath!

A veil of the Amarantos Dream rose around the region, obscuring anything that could possibly be happening beyond as the weavings of two beings intertwined!