Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4239

Chapter 4239: Khor’s Rage! III

In the frozen silence of the Radiant Shore, only a few remained standing.

Noah, his own Quadrillion-level existence a defiant island in the sea of Khor’s rage.

Sigrid, her Order a cold, unyielding pillar. The Infiniverse and Ruination, their natures too vast and too alien to be so easily stilled. Malphas!

He floated towards Khor, his expression somber, his voice a calm anchor in her storm.

"Khor. Calm. Tell me what you found."

Her abyssal eyes, now fiery pits of cold, all-devouring hunger, fixed on him.

"These so-called Mutated Inevitabilities," she hissed, her voice a symphony of rage, "have been mutilated. Their Way of Existence altered. They devour and devour endlessly, far beyond what a normal Inevitability would, because they are kept in a cruel, endless state of hunger! They don’t even truly eat what they devour! All the Everythings they consume do not stay with them! They are being redirected, stolen, taken elsewhere!"

BOOM!

Noah’s frown deepened. The revelation was horrifying.

Khor’s voice, though still filled with rage, became a low, dangerous whisper.

"I hold a unique connection to all Inevitabilities. A ruling. The Primacy of Hunger. It grants me a level of control, of understanding. And I can feel it on this... thing. It has been defiled, twisted, used to alter Inevitabilities, to force their very Way of Existence to change. And the only one who had access to my Way of Existence, the only one who could have done this... would be the one who collapsed my existence in the Earliest Folds."

...!

The one who had collapsed her existence.

Noah’s expression became even more grave.

Khor’s gaze was the most dangerous thing he had ever seen, her eyes radiating a power that promised a terrible, drawn-out end for the one responsible.

"THE Living Paradox...they had better not be Living or Dead," she whispered, her Haki pulsing dangerously.

HUUM!

"Because if they are either..." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

In the midst of all this, Noah, his mind a cold engine of logic even in the face of this horror, asked the one question that mattered.

"Where are all the Everythings that Mutated Inevitabilities devour redirected to?"

He felt like he already knew.

Khor went silent. Her rage seemed to cool, to crystallize into something far colder, far more terrifying.

Her voice, when she spoke, was a calm, simple, and utterly devastating whisper.

"THE Loom."

THE Loom!

The words were a final, crushing weight, a capstone on the pyramid of horrors that had been revealed.

The Radiant Shore was frozen in a moment of terrible, absolute silence, a sanctuary held in the grip of Khor’s Haki-induced stasis.

Noah stood amidst his unmoving family, the vibrant life of his domain suspended around him like a photograph of a forgotten, happier time.

He looked at Khor, at her tiny form radiating a rage so profound it had stopped time, and he needed to understand.

"How?" he asked, his voice a low, steady current in the dead-still air. "How can you sense this?"

The clinical, professional language of the prompts only served to make the revelation more horrifying.

This was not a natural disaster; it was an act of engineering, a project of unimaginable cruelty and ambition!

|Counter-Strategy Projection: The River of Everythings.|

|Problem: THE Loom is an impenetrable fortress, a one-way system.|

|Analysis: The system is designed for a constant, unidirectional inflow of siphoned Everythings. This creates a conceptual ’current’ flowing through all Doorways to THE Loom.|

|Question: Is it possible to reverse this process? Could one, theoretically, ’swim upstream’ against this current of devoured Everythings and forcefully enter THE Loom?|

|Success Probability: Unknown, but likely dependent on the ability to manipulate the very authority that created the system in the first place.|

BOOM!

At the thought, Khor’s voice, now grave and heavy, cut through the silence. "Such a thing would be insanely difficult, Outsider. The design is only something I can infer right now, but to alter a fundamental flow of existence on that scale... only someone at the Level One Scale of Existence would be able to even attempt it. My old self might have been able to try. But my current self?"

She shook her head, a gesture of profound, bitter frustration.

"It is absolutely impossible. A good deduction, a possibility, but as of right now, and in the near future... impossible."

Her words were a wall, a final, unbreachable barrier of logic. Noah turned silent, the glimmer of a plan extinguished before it could even catch fire.

Khor’s eyes, however, flashed with a new, chilling light. Her rage had not dissipated; it had been focused, honed into a sharp, singular purpose.

"I need more information," she declared, her voice a low, dangerous hiss. "I need to enter one of these Doorways to THE Loom."

...!