Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4073

Chapter 4073: The Weight of Endless Service! II

Noah’s response was to spin the Goad in a pattern that shouldn’t have been martial but was.

Each rotation was effort.

Each contact with a Glyph was work. And the Principle of Perpetual Harvest recognized all of it!

|Continuous Effort Chain Detected|

|Multiplier Applied: x10, x100, x1000|

|Each Successful Education Strengthens Next|

|Goad Achieving Temporary Transcendence|

BOOM!

The battle became something beautiful in its complexity.

Noah moved through the forest of Glyphs like a teacher through a classroom of unruly concepts, his Goad dispensing lessons with each contact.

The Vicissitude Glyphs tried to change him, alter his nature, shift his purpose, but each attempt met the immovable fact of his identity…he was The Early Creature, Osmont, and that truth was written too deeply to be edited.

From the sidelines, his companions watched with varying degrees of awe.

Moiraine observed with the particular intensity of someone memorizing movements for future use. This was her Sir not just fighting but educating reality itself about why it should behave differently!

Sigrid watched Order trying to assert itself through chaos, seeing in Noah’s movements a different kind of organization…not rigid structure but dynamic balance.

The Infiniverse smiled with the satisfaction of seeing her master’s efforts yielding exponential returns, each action building on the last in a perfect demonstration of perpetual harvest.

Ruination stood perfectly still, but her stillness contained appreciation for someone who could end things without ending them, who could bring conclusion through education rather than destruction.

The battle reached its crescendo when Kelgar, driven by desperation that transcended strategy, brought all his remaining Glyphs together into his blade!

The weapon blazed with the combined force of hundreds of changes, becoming everything it could be simultaneously…sharp and dull, whole and broken, existent and void.

Noah met this ultimate expression of vicissitude with simplicity itself.

The Goad rose, and as it did, his three Principles blazed in unison. The green-gold light they cast didn’t oppose the change Kelgar represented…it simply insisted that change, too, was a form of effort that deserved recognition.

When Goad met blade, the sound was like glass remembering it had once been sand.

The blade shattered.

Not into pieces, but into possibilities, each fragment becoming what it might have been in different circumstances before dissolving into nothing.

“…”

Kelgar stood disarmed, but the Vicissitude Glyphs continued forming around him…slower now, desperate, like the last gasps of something that refused to accept its conclusion!

Noah’s Goad swept through them with movements that had transcended combat to become almost gentle, each touch a lesson in why they didn’t need to exist.

The three Early Living Existential Seed Glyphs on Noah’s body….forehead and both palms, radiated their own green-gold glow that didn’t attack the remaining Glyphs but simply made them irrelevant. In the face of perpetual harvest, change for its own sake seemed suddenly pointless.

The last Glyph faded, and Kelgar fell to his knees with the weight of someone who had been standing through will alone.

He breathed heavily!

His blank eyes closed for the first time in eons, and when he spoke, his voice carried the exhaustion of existence itself.

“I have served past purpose, waited past meaning, continued past reason. In the end, what was it for? My master is dust, our Shore is forgotten, my purpose is void. I fought not to win but to lose, hoped not for victory but for permission to stop!”

His eyes opened one final time, fixing on Noah with something that might have been gratitude.

“In cessation, perhaps there will be peace. In nothing, perhaps there will be rest. In ending, perhaps there will be what beginning never provided…completion.”

BOOM!

Noah shook his head slowly, not entirely agreeing with this philosophy of nihilistic release.

Existence, even painful existence, contained potential that nothing never could.

But he understood that sometimes the kindest thing was to stop forcing someone to continue.

“I do not agree with your philosophy,” he said with characteristic directness. “But agreement isn’t necessary for compassion. You have served beyond any reasonable measure. You have waited past any rational expectation.”

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