Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4055

Chapter 4055: Records Without Limitations! IV

Her gaze returned to the leader.

“THE Living Paradox’s legacy will be one of fear. They command because they’re terrified of what exists without their control. Every tyrant’s legacy is ultimately fear dressed up as strength.”

She pressed her palms against the blood-soaked sand, and something fundamental shifted in the air.

“And my legacy… my legacy will be one of defiance.”

HUUM!

The leader’s eyes widened with sudden understanding.

“Stop her!”

But it was already too late.

The moment her declaration completed, the continental stretch of land…this impossible Early Veiled Shore that had sheltered so many…began to crack.

Not just physically, though the physical cracks were visible enough, spreading like lightning across the landscape.

These were conceptual fractures, existence itself choosing to break rather than be possessed.

The Shore split with violence that transcended destruction!

Corpses of Early Creatures were flung in all directions like toys discarded by an angry child.

The beautiful structures, the farmlands, the sacred waters…all of it shattered into fragments that immediately began flying apart, driven by the force of a dying Early Creature’s final act of rebellion.

Noah watched as his perspective followed one particular fragment.

It shot away from the devastation like an arrow loosed from reality’s bow, carrying within it a seed of what had been.

He felt time compress and stretch as he watched this fragment’s journey…eons passing in heartbeats, billions of years condensing into comprehensible moments.

The fragment crossed through the Earliest Folds, through spaces where physics hadn’t been properly established yet.

It passed through regions where thought and substance were the same thing, where possibility and actuality hadn’t been separated into distinct categories.

Time became strange as the fragment traveled.

Noah watched it move backward through rivers of temporal flow, visiting eras that preceded its own creation, then warping forward through billions of years that hadn’t happened yet.

It was paradox in motion, existence refusing to accept its own ending.

Eventually, the power that drove it began to fade. The fragment, once part of something vast and profound, broke into millions of smaller pieces. Each break was a small death, potential dividing and diminishing with each separation.

Noah’s perception followed one particular shard as it continued its journey, growing smaller with each division, weaker with each parsec traveled.

Untold eons passed.

The fragment shattered again and again, each division creating more pieces that scattered across existence like seeds that might never find soil.

Yet Noah’s attention remained fixed on one particular mote, following its path through impossibility itself.

Finally, after time had lost meaning through repetition, the fragment found its way into a murky, paradoxical fold.

Here, wrapped in layers of contradiction that kept it stable through opposition, it remained stationary for countless more eons. Time passed around it while it existed in a bubble of preservation, waiting without knowing what it waited for.

More ages passed. The fragment’s power diminished further, and it shattered once more into dozens of smaller fragments. These spread across the Folds with purpose that might have been random or might have been destiny.

One fragment in particular entered something Noah recognized…a Wheel of Existence!

He followed this infinitesimal piece as it carved through the Wheel’s structure. It passed through multiple omniverses with such speed that its mere passage caused their destruction, countless lives ending without ever knowing what had killed them.

The fragment, now almost too small to perceive, broke apart yet again as it crossed through void spaces between realities.

Finally, impossibly, it slipped into one particular Omniverse without decimating it.

The journey continued…across distances that made cosmic seem provincial. Through multiple cosmos where different laws of reality competed for dominance.

Across universes where time moved sideways. Through galaxies that were still being born. Past stars that were already dying.

This infinitesimal fragment of what had once been a glorious Early Veiled Shore, having shattered more times than Noah could count, ultimately arrived at its destination: a World.

He appeared without fanfare, without cosmic significance, just a person arriving at a place. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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