Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4028

Chapter 4028: Do Nothing! IV

Through sacrifice. He had simply survived through sacrifice as it was not his power that saved him.

The visage of the Mad Early Creature flashed in his mind’s eye...those crimson suns that served as eyes, that tribal figure wrapped in conceptual hides.

If that thing still existed somewhere in the current era, when Noah became strong enough...

He would hunt it. Not for glory or advancement, but for the one who sacrificed!

But for now, he was far too feeble.

The gap between his current power and what would be needed was measured in epochs.

He grasped the Goad tighter, the Rearing Stick of the Early Creature providing a sense of safety that might have been illusory but was necessary nonetheless. The simple stick hummed with recognition of where they were, when they were.

Noah finally looked around properly, his body continuing to draw in the atmospheric authority of the Earliest Folds.

His complexity and purity increased with each breath, each heartbeat adding to his accumulated power. The environment revealed itself gradually, and what he saw made his Existence freeze.

"Fuck me..."

HUUM!

The curse escaped before he could stop it, the word hanging in air that had witnessed the birth of profanity itself.

He stood in an obsidian region that stretched beyond perception. The ground beneath his feet was black glass that reflected nothing, as if light itself was too afraid to touch it. Viscous rivers of something that might have been liquid paradox flowed in patterns that hurt to follow, their contents simultaneously existing and not existing.

But it was what he saw in the distance that truly stole his breath.

Inevitabilities.

Fucking Inevitabilities!

But not the writhing, tentacled monstrosities he had encountered before. These were different. Ancient. Original.

Some looked like massive slumbering bipedal beasts made of wriggling tentacles, but the tentacles were composed of contradictions given form.

Others appeared as massive humanoid creatures whose very existence challenged the concept of shape...they were human and not human, beast and not beast, existing in states that predated the separation between categories.

All of them... were slumbering. Their massive forms rose like mountains of impossibility, each breath they took in sleep causing reality to question itself.

Noah almost cursed the First Farmer. Why had his random teleportation sent him here of all places?

The moment he made any significant movement, the moment he disturbed their slumber, these Original Inevitabilities would locate him and he would experience a death that might unmake his very conception.

He had to-...!

"What a foul mouth you have. The little kids are currently in deep slumber, so you don’t have to worry, Outsider."

BOOM!

The voice that suddenly spoke behind him was terrifyingly sweet, like honey poured over sharpened steel.

Noah’s entire being seized as he hadn’t sensed anything!

His enhanced perception, his Early Creature nature, none of it had warned him of approach.

No prompts either from the Weaver of Existence, Atlas, or Shore!

He turned with careful control, each movement deliberate and non-threatening.

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