Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3742

For Noah, it did not matter whether he was the center of attention or not.

It had happened so many times that he had now become immune to it, and toward the shocked faces of the cluster of the Living and the Dead Things here, he nodded to them as he began moving away while the figure of Caelnor of the Destifolds was even more shaken behind him as he followed.

"You… how are you doing this?!"

Caelnor's voice echoed out behind him as Noah was already walking toward another area that had a constantly rotating wheel.

It released a storm of black brilliance surrounding it, and even getting close to it would require a powerful Null Form to withstand its terrifying pressure before one could grab it.

Noah glanced at the Harmonized Sourcebound Icons here who powerfully had 70-inch-plus Null Forms, just resting until they could attempt this Wheel again as at this moment, their gazes also turned to him as they were stern.

Because the commotion from when he brought the two sides of the pillars together had caught their attention and the attention of many others in the surroundings.

The scene of someone with an extremely small Null Form gaining multiple Marks of the Folds was more than enough to draw many eyes.

Noah ignored it all as he began walking toward the pressurized area of the storm of the spinning Calcified Paradoxical Wheel.

|Average Calcified Paradoxical Wheel – 10 Nulltonian Unit of Existence. 10 Marks of the Folds.|

10 Nulltonian Units of Existence.

Double that compared to before, and as such, a force was being applied throughout the storm that one had to weather through.

In many cases, eyes were now on Noah as he felt the burst of storm hit his body. Its impact tingled over his Null Form as he felt his Lineage pulse and withstand it seamlessly.

At this moment, it felt slightly like a strain, but even that was more than bearable, as he began to walk across the pulsing arcs of obsidian swirling chaos as if the resistance was only a slight wind to him.

Caelnor and other Living and Dead Things in the surroundings were now fully paying attention to Noah and shaking their heads in incredulity, as everything they knew was being torn upside down.

They watched him as he passed through the obsidian storm from the spinning Wheel, bringing a single hand to stop its spinning, and then proceeding to forcefully push it down toward the slot at the obsidian earth below.

Smoothly.

Effortlessly.

HUUM!

Obsidian gold light erupted out again as once more, it all came to land on Noah's body as he gained 10 Marks of the Folds.

A wave of resonance and compression bathed him as his weavings of existence became even more powerful, with one set of Source Values falling while another set in parenthesis rose.

NAME: Noah Osmont

TITLE: Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum | Resplendent Monad

TRUE SOURCE: Absolute Complex Atlas Living Wheel of Existence (Absolute Complex True Source), Singed, Infinity, Existence, Runes, Ruination, Manadynamics, Entropy, Protagonist, Life, Death, Paradox…

CQ: 65,555(75,999) | PQ: 69,333(79,999)

RATE OF PROGRESSION: Paradoxical

STATUS: Quintessential

THREAT RATING: Unquantifiable

Noah looked at his values as the compression of his existence only made way for its elevation, but as he did this, Caelnor and those watching him, who had an extremely small Null Form, effortlessly carry the weight of the things with terrifying Nulltonian Units of Existence, found themselves questioning the current weavings of existence as among them, a questioning voice echoed out.

"Maybe something has just changed right now, and it has become really easy to carry the Paradoxical Wheels and Pillars…?"

It was unknown who said this, but right after, those who had been observing Noah's movements instantly had their eyes shine as they turned around and scattered toward the nearest Wheel or Pillar they could find.

And…

"HOO!"

Their Null Forms strained and pulsed as they sought to lift and obtain more Marks of the Folds.

Across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

Weavings of collapse, death, and paradox covered everything as in an unknown area, there were over a dozen remnants of shattered Dead Wheels of Existence.

And in the very middle of all of these Dead Wheels of Existence, there was a flickering doorway representing the entrance into the Infinite Ravines of a veiled Living Wheel of Existence.

Past the Infinite Ravines of a Living Wheel of Existence.

Inside this Living Wheel of Existence, inside a True Frequency of Vitality.

Waves of green and white covered absolutely everything as the overabundance of life was widespread across this entire True Frequency.

And yet at its very center, in a vibrant green-white sea, a massive obsidian coffin could be seen.

A coffin that held the waves of terrifying Complexity and wonder as at this moment, dozens of Converged Architects, Resplendent Monads, and Primarchs were surrounding it with respect.

Among the Resplendent Monads, Melodrass could be seen.

Among the Primarchs, the withered Primarch Vaethrava who had been cut in half could be seen, as her eyes were dull, and yet even she kneeled with reverence.

If one looked at her, they would see her body remained cut in half as a terrifying linger of power made it so that even a Primarch could not undo it.

All of those here were the Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity as they all paid their respects onto a massive obsidian coffin in the center of a True Frequency of existence inside of a Living Wheel of Existence.

And at this moment, this coffin began to open with a groaning sound as if waves of existence were being shattered just for this to happen.

Along with its opening came a terrific voice, deep and filled with grandiosity, as from the opening coffin, crimson eyes and silver hair glimmered gloriously.

|I have heard it all. A Dying Wheel, another Primarch, and a True Favored Living Thing… Noah Osmont, is it?|

The voice was deep and carried an ecstatic allure of brilliance as it stemmed from none other than the entity that steered the Hollow Concord of Nullity.