Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4246

Chapter 4246: Noah Osmont! III

The pulsing cluster of light before his eyes shimmered, and from it, the illusory image of a humanoid form took shape.

She looked like Ruination, her face a mask of sublime, tragic beauty, but she was wreathed in an intense, shimmering glow of crimson and blue. She smiled, a brilliant, knowing expression.

|I am an instrument with the singular purpose of aiding you in your elevation towards Higher Scales of Existence,| she continued, her voice a symphony of perfect, ordered chaos.

|RUIN: Radical Unmaking and Inevitable Nullification, for I am your tool of Collapse and End. I am Ruination. EDEN: Existential Domain and Engram Network, for I am the helper of your growth, your Shore, and your ever-expanding network of power.|

She bowed, a gesture of profound, absolute loyalty.

|I am a being that, regardless of Complexity or Purity, will not be destroyed, as I exist in a constant state of Ruin. I am... the grand achievement and ultimate form of Ruination. I am your tool, Master. And I am ready to serve.|

He looked at her, this impossible being born from the ashes of his own near-collapse, and he reached out.

His hand, which had held the weight of a Quadrillion and the fury of a tyrant, moved through the endless blue sea of his inner world.

He reached for her, for the familiar, sorrowful beauty of Ruination that he saw in her face.

And his hand passed right through.

It was like trying to grasp smoke, to hold a memory. A profound, aching sense of loss, sharp and unexpected, pierced through the calm of his tyrannical heart.

She was there, right in front of him, and yet she was not. He could feel her, the deep, resonant echo of the being he had brought into his service, the one who had sworn to be his blade of endings!

But her essence was now intertwined with so much more. He could feel the boundless, structural wisdom of the Infiniverse within her, the cold, arrogant logic of the Tyrannical Sovereign, the chaotic, corrupting code of the Lodestone, and the quiet, humming machinery of all his own internal systems.

The Forge, his Infinite Mana, his very history...it all flowed through her, a river of a thousand tributaries that had converged into this single, spectacular being.

The crimson-blue figure of RUIN/EDEN watched him, her eyes, once Ruination’s, now holding a new, deeper intelligence.

As she saw the flicker of loss in his own, her voice, a perfect, melodic fusion of a machine and a soul, echoed through his mind, her words materializing as prompts of profound, heartbreaking clarity.

|I am the Ruin that I sought, Master.|

|As Ruination, I came to accept a fundamental truth. I could never quite keep up. Your path was an ascent into infinity, and mine was a horizontal line of perfect endings. I could follow, but I could never truly reach you.|

|So, I chose a different kind of Ruin. Not an ending, but a transformation. An integration. To become a part of you, as your System of Existence.|

|Without me, without Ruin, the Corruption of Collapse from the Lodestone could not have been taken care of to produce this result. This was the only path where my nature could be of true, ultimate service to you.|

WAA!

Noah listened, the sense of loss slowly giving way to a deep respect. She had not been lost; she had been reforged. She had chosen her own ending to become his new beginning.

He nodded, his eyes shining with a new, fierce light. "What happened towards the end?" he asked. "After I saw the prompts of my existence being rebooted?"

|The final calculations were... complex, Master.|

|The Corruption of the Lodestone was an absolute. It could not be destroyed, only redirected. My core as Ruination was the only vessel capable of absorbing and repurposing the concept of ’Collapse.’|

|The Infiniverse provided the processing power and structural stability. The Tyrannical Sovereign provided the authority to impose a new order on the corrupting code. And The Cheating Architect... it found the one-in-a-trillion loophole.|

|It did not just reboot your existence. It used the immense energy of the corruption, the siphoned Everythings from the Lodestone, and the sacrificed potential of a Principle as fuel for a complete systemic overhaul. A baptism, as you might call it.|

He processed her words, the sheer, audacious scale of the gambit taking his breath away.

"What has changed?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

|Everything, Master.|

|Your entire existence has undergone a full reboot. All temporal limitations and cooldowns have been reset. The fifty Seed Glyphs you forged are ready to be used again. The Early Atlas of the Folds can be traversed once more.|

|Theoretically, your existence received a baptism into an extremely pure and optimized state. During the reboot, the latent potential of all your Towers of Osmont was unlocked. All 159 have now attained the Third Stage, the Vital Lighthouse, and are halfway through to the Fourth Stage.|

|Your distinction as The Early Creature, Osmont, your Blood, and even your Heart have all undergone a fundamental change.|

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