Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3636

Chapter 3636 The Dead and the Living! I

Above a sea of corpses.

One of the bodies among the countless quintillions held a strange complexity. Though undeniably lifeless, its eyes still shimmered with the remnants of awareness, as if recording everything unfolding around it.

It was a unique complexity of Existence!

It was into this corpse that the Great Usurper had extended his weavings into as he was observing in this moment a distant memory.

A memory that showed that, above this endless sea of death, two figures stood- arguing.

Both bore the likeness of Bob as One radiated with an obsidian luster; the other, a brilliance as pale and blinding as the color white.

Their voices echoed like thunder across the decimated sky.

"We tried it—and it did not work! It did not work, and now the collapse of an entire Wheel of Existence rests on our hands!"

HUUM!

The words were terrifying. They spoke of a terrifying failure, the breaking of something that was far too critical to life

The white-lustered Bob, whose form rippled with tentacles, had bellowed those words. The obsidian Bob regarded him with a cold, tyrannical stare.

"Do you think you're the only one who feels? Who understands? Do you think I didn't witness the shattering of the Wheel?! I know- I understand more than you think. And even though we failed here, we confirmed something critical. We can now put all our efforts into finding... THAT."

…!

THAT.

What the fuck was THAT?

The weavings of the Great Usurper pulsed, shaken by what they were witnessing as his vision expanded across the vast sea of corpses.

Far in the distance, he saw it- the remnants of an ancient black wooden wheel. Only a fragment was visible, yet even that fragment was as vast as an entire Megalos as all these remnants stretched out across countless weavings.

Shattered.

Broken!

An entire Wheel of Existence shattered and broken. What force could have possibly caused such a cataclysm?

The white Bob stared at his obsidian counterpart, his expression hazy, grief-stricken.

He spoke again, his voice a whisper brimming with ruin and guilt.

"We were wrong. The dead and the living are far too different in the scope of existence. A dead Wheel of Existence cannot be reenergized simply by connecting to a living one."

They had tried.

They had pierced through to the True Frequencies of the Absolute Complex True Source here, examined its essence, perused its depths, inching ever closer to its core. Close enough to touch the Wheel of Existence itself as they connected a Dead True Source to a live one.

But the vibrant surge they'd expected never came.

Instead, the Dead True Source overwhelmed everything. Every spark of life was extinguished.

Countless lives across countless frequencies- gone. They were Channellers of the True Source that was the Wheel of Existence. If they simply lost that connection, it wouldn't have meant death.

But the breaking of the Wheel? That was the breaking of existence itself!

And the umbrella it cast shattered with it.

"If we can grasp it- if we can grasp the Construct that Innervates the Wheels of Existence themselves..."

…!

The Construct that Innervates the Wheels of Existence.

The Usurper's weavings pulsed in awe.

It sounded far too fantastical.

The obsidian Bob turned to the white Bob, whose expression twisted with uncertainty as he responded grimly.

"There are many Wheels of Existence, many already dead, and others on the verge of collapse. And yes, a few are still alive...still vibrant. But finding the right one- the one that leads to THAT…will be a journey of endless searching. Even if we find it, every Wheel has its own protections. The living and the dead are separated by a sacred line. The living will not allow the dead to enter. They will resist. There will be deaths."

…!

"We were once defenders of our own Wheel as we were holding back legions of dead things clawing to enter. We cannot become the very threat we once repelled, right? We cannot wage war on those who have done nothing to us…right?"

His somber expression grew a touch more resolute.

He seemed ready to ask again- was it worth it?

But instead, he turned toward his other self. He became reflective.

A decisive light then shimmered in his eyes.

"For her... and for all others whose deaths we can undo, whose lives we can restore…it will all be worth it."

WAA!