Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4089

Chapter 4089: Resistance! III

The waters around Noah had turned golden-green from proximity to his transformation, and as he stood, they retained that color...marked by contact with something that had transcended normal limitations!

He had forged a resistance that said...attacking him was no longer casual action but investment, and investments required considerable effort!

After successfully forging the Resistance of Perpetual Harvest, Noah felt his entire existence enriched with life force that transcended simple vitality.

The connection to the Principle had deepened beyond what he had deepened, becoming increasingly integrated with its fundamental nature. Every aspect of his being amplified, his complexity and purity rising with a steady certainty.

Then, deep within his existence, something else stirred. A core part of his being that had remained mostly dormant buzzed with sudden activity, and a prompt materialized before him.

|Absolute Fictional Transcendence resonates with your ascension|

|Threads of existence-spanning fables entangle with your being due to their importance and gravity|

|Most connections remain obscured due to overwhelming complexity|

|Limited observation currently possible|

|Proceed with partial revelation of a heavily entangled?|

...!

Noah gazed at the prompt with eyes that had grown accustomed to impossibility.

A fable entangled with him was occurring out there as even in a limited fashion, part of him in his elevated state thought he should see it!

The tyrannical certainty in his voice carried across the Shore as he commanded.

"Proceed."

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In the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, at the center of an unknowable number of paradoxical rivers that flowed in directions that didn’t exist, Schrodinger floated above the corpses of Inevitabilities with the particular grace of someone who had just accomplished something that shouldn’t have been possible.

Obsidian light surrounded his figure... the absence of light given its own luminosity.

The complexity radiating from him had become so profound, so deafeningly present, that Diviticus scrambled backward with a mixture of awe and primal fear.

Even as a Duke, she could feel her existence questioning whether it should continue existing so close to whatever Schrodinger was becoming.

As the obsidian light intensified, wrapping around him like a cocoon of dark possibility, Schrodinger began to speak.

His voice carried the weight of someone who had seen the patterns behind patterns, the rules behind rules.

"Chaos and disorder," he began, his tone philosophical yet carrying undertones that made reality lean in to listen. "Most beings fear them, flee from them, build entire civilizations as bulwarks against their encroachment. But they misunderstand something fundamental..."

The obsidian light pulsed with each word, as if his speech was conducting some terrible orchestra.

"Chaos isn’t the enemy of existence...it’s existence’s natural state. From the moment THE Creature first distinguished between ’is’ and ’isn’t,’ entropy began its work. Every action increases disorder. Every thought fragments unity into multiplicity. Every choice splits one path into many."

He raised his hand, and the dead Inevitabilities below seemed to resonate with his words, their corpses reminders of hunger that could never be satisfied.

"Consider this truth...it takes constant effort to maintain order. A cleaned room naturally becomes messy. A structured society naturally develops complications. Even THE Living Existences, with all their power, must constantly work to maintain their hierarchies, their Folds, their very identities against the tide of dissolution."

His smile contained layers of meaning that contradicted each other.

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