Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4019

Chapter 4019: Farmers of Existence! I

In the time when existence still questioned its own validity, when the boundaries between possible and impossible remained undrawn, there lived a Fold Dweller who possessed nothing of what would later be considered power.

No Living Existential Authority flowed through his veins. No Glyphs adorned his form. He was, by every measure that would come to matter, insignificant.

Yet he possessed eyes that saw.

Not metaphorically, not spiritually, but literally...eyes that perceived what should have been imperceptible, that noticed what preferred to remain unnoticed.

It was these eyes that allowed him to witness something that should have been impossible... THE Living Spirit, moving through the Earliest Folds like thought given purpose.

THE Living Spirit paused in its journey, its form...if form it could be called, rippling with surprise that transcended simple emotion. To be observed by a Fold Dweller, a being without even the smallest spark of authority...

"Due to your unique eyes that allow you to see," THE Living Spirit said, its voice carrying the weight of consciousness acknowledging consciousness, "I will answer any questions you have about existence."

The Fold Dweller gazed upon this manifestation of spiritual authority with reverence that bordered on worship. When he spoke, his question carried the desperate hope of every being that had ever felt inadequate in the face of infinity.

"In existence, how can one become more complex the easiest way?" His words tumbled forth with barely contained urgency. "If Fold Dwellers are not Living Existences and do not become one, any step towards complexity is arduous and long. How can they advance? How can they compare?"

THE Living Spirit regarded him with attention that seemed to pierce through to fundamental truths. When it responded, each word carried philosophical weight that would echo through epochs.

"Existence never decided that Living Existences or Early Creatures would be the fastest to progress in complexity or purity." The statement hung in the air like a revelation.

"Lifeforms themselves can decide that. If things feel hard, if progress feels slow... then one simply is not following the right path for their specific lifeform."

The Fold Dweller’s expression showed he remained unconvinced, his mortal mind struggling to grasp concepts that transcended mortality. "Then which methods can I use to become stronger faster?"

THE Living Spirit’s form shifted, as if considering how to translate infinite understanding into finite words. "You could be a farmer of existence itself...nurture wonders to grow, then consume those wonders for their accumulated complexity. You could devour the Everything of all others, taking their potential into yourself. Or..." it paused, the silence buzzing with possibility, "you can simply learn a Principle."

Confusion bloomed across the Fold Dweller’s features. "What is...a Principle?"

THE Living Spirit’s attention seemed to intensify, as if this question was both expected and profound. "If you knew that answer, you would never again worry about power. To truly understand a Principle, one must learn it from one of THE Living Existences. One must learn it from the Folds as they are right now." Its form rippled with something that might have been warning. "If ever the Principles are to be Lost or Forgotten... gaining any grasp on them will be an impossibility."

The weight of this revelation drove the Fold Dweller to his knees. His voice cracked with desperate hope as he pleaded, "Please, teach me. Show me the way to Principles, to power, to significance!"

THE Living Spirit observed his prostrated form with something that transcended sympathy yet fell short of mercy. "It is never so easy. Existence... is never so easy, nor so giving."

HUUM!

And with that pronouncement, THE Living Spirit vanished, leaving behind not even a whisper of its presence.

The Fold Dweller remained on his knees in the vast emptiness of the Earliest Folds, feeling an abandonment so complete it threatened to unmake him at the conceptual level.

But in that desolation, something crystallized. Defiance. Purpose. Decision.

He thought of all the methods THE Living Spirit had mentioned. Devouring others’ Everything seemed monstrous. Learning Principles appeared impossible without a teacher. But farming... farming was something even a Fold Dweller could attempt.

Farming was a basic anything and everyone could do.

He rose from his knees with newfound determination burning in those unique eyes.

He would farm. But not just anything...he would farm the very Principles that THE Living Spirit had mentioned. If Existence would not give, he would take. He would cultivate. He would harvest!

And in his defiance, he would become!

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In the Early Veiled Shore, where impossible things grew with casual certainty, the Queen of Matter’s exuberant presence had become a force of nature unto itself.

Her clone...one of several she had manifested to explore every corner of this miraculous space, stood near the cultivation plots with eyes that sparkled like captured starlight.

She watched Heidrun with the kind of intense fascination typically reserved for witnessing the birth of existence itself.

The majestic goat was overseeing the growth of vibrant green-gold grasses, each blade containing enough concentrated essence to elevate a common being to transcendent heights. Her bearing suggested infinite patience barely containing infinite pride, a combination that should have been paradoxical but somehow achieved perfect balance.

Meanwhile, the Queen of Matter’s primary body worked alongside Noah and the others, enthusiastically hefting stones and blocks that weighed more than mountains. But she couldn’t resist dividing herself to explore, to witness, to experience everything this Shore had to offer.

Inspiration struck like lightning. The clone pulled out a canvas from nowhere...a habit she’d developed across countless years, and began to paint with every ounce of authority she possessed. Her brushes moved with speed that made time itself jealous, capturing not just Heidrun’s image but her essence!

The painting was complete in seconds.

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