Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4051

Chapter 4051: Sir! III

They materialized in the outer periphery of Aeternitas Concordia.

Here, the humble stalls of Originus Venerant Fold Dwellers gave way to the grand golden towers of Living Existences, creating a boundary zone that belonged fully to neither.

Noah’s throne sat unoccupied but radiant, its presence making the space around it significant simply by existing.

No one had dared remove it!

The atmosphere in the market was tense with a particular flavor of displeasure.

At this moment, Fold Dwellers and Living Origins alike cast hostile glances toward a specific group: Fold Dwellers from the Veiled Sunfolds who bore the unmistakable designation of Paradox above their heads.

Kalysta stood at their center, golden lights of Kismet and Destiny swirling around her form despite her downcast posture. Her golden hair caught light that seemed to come from within rather than without, but the marking of Paradox above her head made her radiance seem tainted to those watching.

She wasn’t alone in her designation!

Master Shen, Master Etheopa, and others from the Veiled Sunfolds clustered together like sheep surrounded by wolves, each marked as coming from Paradoxical Folds, each feeling the weight of hostile observation.

Interestingly, no one had moved against them. Word had spread about two other Paradox-marked Fold Dwellers who had revealed sponsorship by Honored Living Existences.

That possibility that these outcasts might have hidden backing kept violence at bay, though not hostility.

Master Shen took another long pull from his gourd, the alcohol doing little to ease the suffocating atmosphere. He whispered to those near him, his voice barely carrying over the market’s noise.

“Maybe… there are no opportunities for us here.”

Kalysta’s eyes flashed gold with inner light, Kismet itself speaking through her perception. “No. Kismet tells me there is something here…”

Master Shen rolled his eyes with the exasperation of someone who had heard this before. “Girl, are you still dreaming about Osmont? You can’t-”

BZZT!

The white light that suddenly blazed in the distance cut off his words. Every eye in the market turned toward the source, and Master Shen nearly dropped his gourd at what he saw.

“No fucking way…”

He took another drink, longer this time, blinking repeatedly as if alcohol might clear the impossible from his vision.

But Kalysta had no such hesitation.

Her entire being lit up with joy that transcended her circumstances as she called out across the market.

“Sir!”

…!

Noah materialized exactly where he intended…walking toward his throne with the confidence of someone returning to their own living room.

He noticed Duke Whisker floating beside him, the mouse having shrunk his presence until he seemed like nothing more than an ordinary rodent, albeit one that happened to float. The Duke settled atop a nearby stall with the air of a casual observer.

Then he heard it…that voice calling him with a title that was becoming surprisingly common in his existence.

“Sir!”

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