Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4278

Chapter 4278: The Astral Codex and Everythings! II

The Forgemaster did not turn. His focus was absolute, his ancient, starlit eyes fixed on the armor before him. "The report was... intriguing, Kael," he rumbled, his voice the sound of a mountain clearing its throat.

He finally turned, his gaze, which held the heat of a billion dying Wheels, settling on Noah.

|[Forgemaster Vulcan]|

|Classification: Elder Early Creature|

|Complexity: 2,500 Quadrillion|

|Purity: 2,500 Quadrillion|

HUUM!

The numbers were a quiet, terrible scream in Noah’s mind. Vulcan looked at him, at his simple, white-gold wrappings, at the intricate necklace that was the dormant Aegis, and a slow, almost bored, smile spread across his ancient face.

"So," he said, his voice a low, rumbling challenge. "Show me. Tell me of the intricacies of the Living Existential Armor you made."

...!

Before Noah could even respond, Elara, her loyalty overriding her fear, stepped forward.

"We would rather die than reveal the methods and wonders of THE Living Concept to thieves and usurpers," she spat, her voice a blade of pure, defiant fury.

Forgemaster Vulcan’s smile did not waver. "Is that right?" he rumbled, his tone one of amused, almost paternalistic, condescension.

"A noble sentiment. But we have no plans of killing anyone here today. For now... Kael, would you be so kind as to take our esteemed guest, Miss Elara, to another part of the Forges? Show her our...improvements on her designs. I am sure she will find it illuminating."

WAA!

Kael’s hand, with a speed that was a casual violation of existence, gently grasped Elara’s arm. He smiled. "Please, Commander."

Elara struggled, but his grip was a band of absolute, unyielding authority.

"Osmont!" she cried, her eyes wide with a desperate, warning light. "Do not reveal anything! THE Living Concept will send forces to save us soon!"

She was escorted away, her voice fading into the hum of the forges, leaving Noah alone with the giant.

|Master, be immensely careful. This being’s power is not just in its numbers. It is... stable. Ancient. Woven into the very fabric of this place. He is not a king in this castle; he is the castle.|

Vulcan gestured to a simple, stone bench near his forge. "Sit," he said, not as a command, but as an invitation from one professional to another.

He turned back to his own work, his massive hands making minute, impossibly precise adjustments to the obsidian armor.

"How knowledgeable are you regarding the Weavings of Power? The Systems? Glyphs, Haki, Armaments, and Early Tools?"

Noah sat, his mind a silent engine of calculation. "I am... a student," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "I have a foundational understanding of Glyphs and Haki. My experience with Armaments is, as you have noted, recent."

Vulcan nodded, a slow, thoughtful gesture.

"A student. Good. Honesty is a rare and valuable material." He turned from his work and looked at Noah, his starlit eyes holding a new, analytical light.

"I sent the Commander away because some entities are simply easier to work with than others. Not weaker... but easier. She is a zealot, a being whose loyalty has become a cage for her intellect. But you... you observe. You absorb. You calculate. An entity like that is a seeker of knowledge. A learner. A scholar. Are you a scholar, Osmont?"

Noah smiled calmly. "As I said. A student."

Vulcan returned the smile, a genuine, appreciative expression.

"Then as scholars, let us have an exchange. You will share with me the complete methodology of how that Living Existential Armor of yours was made, from the theory to integration. And in exchange," he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial rumble as he smiled.

"I will share with you... another System of Power. A power handed directly to us from THE Living Existences themselves. The Living Astral Codex."

HUUM!

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