Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4065

Chapter 4065: Effort! I

In the Early Veiled Shore, the atmosphere wes immensly glorious at this moment.

Yoshinami’s song continued, softer now but no less powerful, weaving through the air like a blessing being recorded in reality itself.

Heidrun’s dance slowed to match, their combined ritual not ending but transitioning into something sustainable, something that could continue as long as needed. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

“Master,” the Infiniverse said, drawing Noah’s attention back to her. “This is just the beginning. The Seed will grow. The Principle will genuinely bloom. And as it does, as I do, as we all do… the harvests will become richer.”

She gestured to the Seed, to the Shore, to everyone present.

“The First Farmer dreamed of reality where effort always mattered. Where trying always yielded something. Where even failure planted seeds.” Her smile contained certainty that transcended prediction. “We will make that dream real. Not just here, but everywhere you choose to plant your influence.”

Noah nodded slowly as he thought through everything.

The First Farmer had wanted a few things when first talking to the Seed!

Existence where trying always matters, where effort is never wasted, where even failure plants seeds for future success.

Ensuring that something always grows from what is planted!

But in the end…

He had Failed!

But from that Failed Seed…something had grown!

Effort had mattered!

He was only missing a perpetual force as Noah provided just that. How glorious was such a thing?

Noah had to step into the Earliest Folds- to even have the capability of doing that was insane.

He then had to meet Fold Dwellers and survive an attack of a Mad Early Creature, and only then did he obtain a Failed Seed from a sorrowful First Farmer!

And now, here he was.

How glorious!

How quintessential!

All that was left to do now…

He looked straight at the terrifying Glyph on The Infiniverse as he spoke out.

“Let me…get a feel of this harvest.”

…!

Harvest.

The word carried weight that transcended its agricultural origins. It was result made manifest, effort transformed into reward, the reality’s acknowledgment that what was planted had grown into something worth gathering.

But what exactly was harvest in the context of existence itself? Was it simply the collection of what had grown, or was it something more fundamental…the principle that effort, any effort, deserved recognition?

The Early Living Existential Seed Glyph of Perpetual Harvest represented something the First Farmer had dreamed of: Existence where trying always mattered! Not a guarantee of success, but an assurance that effort planted seeds, even in failure. That work performed with intention would yield something, even if that something was simply the wisdom to work differently next time.

Noah contemplated this as he stood in his transformed Shore, feeling the weight of what had been accomplished.

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