Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4013

Chapter 4013: A Stick! I

He smiled calmly at this notification, the expression carrying satisfaction rather than surprise.

Just like that, within a single day, he had progressed from exceeding Originus Venerant to achieving power that matched Prime Living Existences. His progression was so gloriously fast that others would find it maddening to witness...eons of advancement compressed into hours.

But the resources he had, even with his ridiculous foundation that should have made his path slower...still meant he was faster than many could even imagine!

He drew in a deep breath, actually drinking the Early Sacred Waters that surrounded him, feeling them flow down his throat like liquid advancement itself. The sensation was intoxicating, each swallow adding to his ever-growing power.

"Since one billion has been reached," he said, his voice resonating through the waters with crystalline clarity, "let the first Kleos Glyph be formed!"

HUUM!

The declaration rang through the Early Veiled Shore with the weight of existential law being established.

His eyes blazed with brilliant anticipation as he recalled how Moiraine had formed her Kleos Glyphs...those ultimate expressions of power that contained both Origin and Paradox. She could achieve this because she existed as both states simultaneously, an Arch Living Existence that transcended normal categories.

But he was something far beyond even that. Within his existence, he contained aspects of all types of Living Existences, not just two or three, but all ten fundamental forces that shaped reality itself.

Barring one he had not yet attained as it had not bloomed fully within Sigrid.

"My first Glyph," he declared with terrible certainty, "shall incorporate all ten."

...!

The words erupted from him with force that made the Early Veiled Shore itself pause!

His body began to vibrate with frequencies that shouldn’t exist. His completing Early Atlas trembled within his existence, its structures groaning under the strain of what he was attempting. Every Tower of Osmont resonated with vibration, their crystalline structures singing notes that had never been heard together. Glorious Hymns!

He was attempting something that should have been impossible...forming a Kleos Early Living Existential Glyph that incorporated Paradox, Origin, Dimensional, Elemental, Law, Spirit, Emotive, Concept, Temporal, and Quantum authorities simultaneously.

The process was immediately grueling. Reality itself seemed to rebel against the attempt, as if the fundamental forces he was trying to unite had never been meant to coexist within a single expression!

His body convulsed as contradictions tore through him...Origin and Paradox warring for dominance, Temporal and Quantum refusing to synchronize, Elemental and Concept finding no common ground.

With desperate certainty, Noah waved his hand and summoned the bucket containing all remaining Sacred Mead of Existence. Without hesitation, he upended it above his head, swallowing every drop that remained!

Magisterially!

Tyrannically!

Quintessentially!

|Sacred Mead of Existence Consumed: 3,847 drops|

|Warning: Consumption rate exceeds recommended parameters|

|Early Creature physiology adapting to extreme intake|

..!

One by one, the prompts came.

And one by one, they continued!

|Your distinction as an Early Creature is the only factor enabling this attempt|

|Probability of success without Early Creature nature: 0.0000000001%|

|Current probability of success: 12.7%...|

|Sacred Totems, Realm, Nutrients from the Early Veiled Shore, Sacred Mead, and other facotrs are increasing the probability... 34.2%... 51.8%... 77.3%...|

DUM! DUM! DUM!

His body became a battlefield where fundamental forces waged war for dominance.

His skin cracked and reformed, each fissure leaking light of different colors...silver white for Law, gold white for Origin, obsidian gold for Paradox, crimson for Elemental!

The Early Sacred Waters around him began to boil from the energy being released, creating steam that itself carried enough authority to reshape lesser realities.

Throughout the Shore, his Sacred Totems began to resonate in response to his attempt.

Each tower blazed with its own light, their combined radiance creating pillars that stretched toward infinity. The lights converged above the Aquarium, forming something unprecedented...an archaic lighthouse that seemed to exist in all times simultaneously!

From this lighthouse, reality itself seemed to focus into a single point of impossible density.

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