Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3693

The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence.

That was the end goal. The destination. The apex the Infiniverse strained toward!

And it had to be enough.

Because Noah couldn't fail- not now, and not ever.

Others could stumble. Others could break. But him? Even his worst mistakes were victories in disguise. He thought of Bob, and how things had played out. A failure, maybe. But only by his impossible standards.

Anyone else would've seen it for what it was: a successful stand against a monstrous Dead Thing, denying him at every turn until he was finally forced to withdraw.

Now, another challenge had risen.

This time? It was multiple Dead Things. Entities on the level of Resplendent Monads and Converged Architects.

They towered in complexity, vastly beyond him. But they were far inferior in purity.

Noah's mind raced, turning over the dynamic interplay between power, purity, and complexity.

What happens when someone of extreme purity collides with someone of massive complexity?

Which would prevail?

If his current purity was at the "Moderate" level, could the presence of multiple pure True Sources tip the scale- even against something like a Dead Thing Converged Architect?

He hadn't known the answer. Not before.

But now… now, he had test subjects.

If he survived the clash with them, that is.

At that moment, within the Infiniverse Megalos, a radiant violet Spoke surged from the Infiniverse Vein and stretched outward- farther and farther- until it reached the very edge of what was visible.

And there, from the tip, a ring began to form.

It curved, arcing outward, until it wrapped the Infiniverse itself in a luminous outline.

The outer ring…

Of a Wheel of Existence.

Unfathomable. Impossible.

And yet it was happening- right here before his eyes!

|The True Source of Entropy has bloomed within your Weavings of Existence.|

|The True Source of Entropy is connected to the True Frequency of Entropy, holding Limited Absolute Purity at its core. The True Source itself has been forged with Moderate Complexity and Quasi-High Purity.|

…!

He hadn't even moved yet, and answers were already arriving.

Others climbed slowly- they chose a path, forged a single True Source, and walked a careful line.

But Noah? His path was never meant to be like anyone else's. He didn't forge a True Source.

He forged multiple.

And the Infiniverse… it didn't just help him create more of them, it linked them to True Frequencies of Existence!

It gave him access to forces no other existence could ever hope to touch.

Like now, Entropy. A freshly forged True Source.

And because it was connected to a True Frequency of Limited Absolute Purity…

His own True Source of Entropy emerged with Quasi-High Purity and Moderate Complexity.

Moderate alone could crown someone a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon.

High could elevate them to a Resplendent Monad or Converged Architect.

But Quasi-High?

That placed him right in between- exactly like the Great Beyonder.

And this? This was just the first True Source the Infiniverse had birthed.

More were coming. Each tethered to its own True Frequency and each adding its own Quasi-High Purity to him.

How many would he need?

How long until he reached a state to rival- or even surpass- a Resplendent Monad?

He didn't have that answer yet.

But soon, he would!

HUUM!

As violet flames of Entropy raged in his Weavings of Existence, Noah stood motionless, absorbing it all.

Entropy.

Entropy!

Any Harmonized Sourcebound Icon would struggle here.

There were too many forces. Too much pressure.

It was almost too much for Veyl'Aethra- his face pale, his True Source wrapped tight around him just to survive.

The Great Beyonder stood steady.

Her purity, on its way to becoming truly High, insulated her from the worst of it.

Noah?

He stood still, his body bubbling with power.

He matched the Great Beyonder now- purity for purity. Complexity for complexity.

And as he stared across the expanse, his gaze found the source of the rising dread.

A congregation of Dead Things loomed, watching.

Their attention turned sharply toward a single figure.

The holder of the True Source of Asche.

A man with gray hair and a beard of the same. His robes, billowing shadow-ash gray, flowed as he sat atop a sea of gray ash.

Everything around him whispered with the same color, the same finality.

Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw, had fixed his monstrous gaze on this man- believing him the only threat.

But he was wrong!

Because while the Great Beyonder and Veyl'Aethra were frozen, tense and uncertain, Noah stepped forward, calm and composed.

His voice sliced through the stillness like a Quintessential blade.

"Before all the craziness kicks off... would you all mind introducing yourselves? Maybe tell me why, exactly, you've chosen now to enter the Infinite Ravines? Because this doesn't look like a random appearance...this looks coordinated. So tell me, what brings you all to our home?"

…!

His voice was calm.

Measured.

But behind it throbbed power. Unapologetic. Unrelenting. Tyrannical. Quintessential!

And suddenly, every eye, alive and not, turned to him.