Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4103

Chapter 4103: The Second Traversal! II

Her eyes turned sharp as she studied Noah with new intensity. "How does Sir know such a being? Who is Sir, really?" She hesitated, then voiced what had clearly been bothering her.

"You... aren’t some reincarnation of one of THE Living Existences or something, right?"

Noah laughed...genuine mirth that made the tension ease from Moiraine’s shoulders.

"If a day ever comes where some nonsense about me being reincarnated from something else emerges, I’ll end my own existence," he said with absolute certainty.

"No. I am what I am. Noah Osmont. The True Emperor of Quintessence. The True Emperor of Tyranny. The True Emperor of Infinity. I will never be a knock-off or echo of something else."

....!

Moiraine breathed out a visible sigh of relief. "I apologize for my words, Sir."

Noah patted her head gently, the gesture both dismissive and affectionate. "It’s okay..."

He reached into his storage and produced the remaining Shards of the Seed of the Lost Forgotten Principle, each one sparkling with contradictory light that suggested they simultaneously existed and didn’t.

"Give these and the rest to the Infiniverse when ready," he instructed. "She should already have Administrator Privileges...or rather, something exceeding them given her nature."

A prompt confirmed his understanding:

|The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore is interconnected|

|Access level: Beyond Administrator|

|The Shore and Infiniverse are one|

Noah nodded, considering a few things.

This Lost Forgotten Principle would be different from his Seed of Perpetual Harvest that came from the First Farmer.

There would be no immediate percentage access, no instant power...only potential that would bloom with time and cultivation.

It was a Seed of a Lost Forgotten Principle as only after it was planted, matured, and bloomed would it give him any access to Existential Duality.

Unlike the Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest which was not lost or forgotten, initated by the First Farmer and triggered to completion by the Infiniverse!

So the second possible Principle, or really Lost Forgotten Principle...would take time.

Though for him, ’time’ had become an increasingly flexible concept. What others might achieve in eons, he seemed to accomplish in days.

Moiraine accepted the Shards carefully, cradling them like fragile possibilities.

Noah moved on to where Ruination and the Infiniverse stood, both watching Khor with expressions that mixed fascination and calculation.

"Don’t worry, Master," the Infiniverse said, her green-gold form pulsing with barely contained power.

"I’ll keep The First Hunger company and extract as much information as possible. She’s likely the biggest treasure trove of knowledge available right now. We just need to strip her of everything she has..."

Noah shook his head with amusement at her phrasing, then turned to Ruination. "How are your projects progressing? The Infinite Forge? Affixes?"

Ruination blinked, her honesty refreshing in its directness. "They’re works in progress. Master is advancing so rapidly that anything I could design now would be minuscule compared to what you currently possess."

Her eyes blazed with the light of endings, determination crystallizing.

"But don’t worry. I’ll consult with Sis Infiniverse and others. The goal is creating something that scales with Master’s pace of progression, not something you’ll outgrow in hours."

Noah nodded approvingly. "Good. Take the time to do it right."

He moved ahead.

He checked his Early Atlas of the Folds, feeling it burn with multicolored brilliance. The Towers of Osmont blazed with accumulated power, his Heart also shining brighter still. The stronger his heart, the less delay there was until he could traverse again. The grander his Towers, the more time he could stay!

His strength now compared to a day ago was incomparably greater. Almost a hundred Towers had silently climbed toward the Second Stage, with some like the Protagonist and Infinity Towers approaching the Third.

He wouldn’t be limited to an hour in the Earliest Folds this time around. He would...

HUUM!

His Atlas pulsed with sudden urgency as if his thoughts allowed it to express itself, prompts materializing:

|Temporal Traversal to Earliest Folds: Expanded Functionality Detected|

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