Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4355

Chapter 4355: The First Farmer! III

She helped him sit on the brown-gold sand at the edge of the cultivation field, her movements carrying practiced ease that suggested this wasn’t the first time she’d performed this action.

She waved her hands, and mats materialized from nowhere...simple, elegant things woven from what looked like compressed concepts of rest and stability.

One mat settled beneath her father. Another positioned itself beside him for her to sit upon. A third appeared near Noah, positioned at comfortable conversational distance.

"Please, sit," Elyndra said, her voice carrying gentle insistence.

"Father tires easily these days, and this conversation... this is important to him."

Noah complied, his form settling onto the mat with movements that suggested he was humoring her request rather than following orders.

The three of them sat there on the edge of that golden-radiant field, forming triangle of conversation.

The First Farmer laughed then...not the pained wheeze from before, but something closer to genuine joy, though it still carried notes of exhaustion that suggested even happiness cost him dearly.

"Countless eons ago," he began, "when I was still cultivating in the Earliest Folds, when I still possessed power that could reshape territories and nurture concepts into Principles... THE Creature visited my gardens."

...!

Noah’s attention sharpened immediately.

THE Creature.

The being whose authority seemed to permeate everything related to Early Creatures. The mysterious presence that even THE Living Existences seemed to reference with particular weight.

"He was masked as a Fold Dweller," The First Farmer continued, his eyes growing distant with memory. "But I knew what he was. You cannot hide that kind of presence, that level of fundamental authority. It radiates from every action, every gesture, every casual observation."

He paused, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on his lap.

"He examined my cultivation plots with interest that felt... proprietary. And when he came to the Failed Seed...the one that would eventually become your Perpetual Harvest, he held it and stated what a shame it was that such a seed would never bloom! That...even a Leader of a Civilization would have benefited tremendously from it!"

HUUM!

Noah felt his existence buzz.

THE Creature had held the Failed Seed of Perpetual Harvest and said such things?!

"..."

RUINEDEN’s voice emerged in his consciousness at such a time.

|Even though we already knew of its importance, we may need to designate Perpetual Harvest with multiple additional levels of importance.|

Noah’s expression remained calm.

The First Farmer continued speaking.

"But that was then," he said, his voice growing heavier. "When I still had power. When I still stood a chance. When I was on the cusp of attaining..."

He paused, his eyes flashing with emotion that mixed pain and obsession in equal measure.

"...THE."

The word dropped into the space between them.

...!

THE.

Not just power. Not just advancement. Not cultivation to higher levels or accumulation of greater Complexity and Purity.

THE!

The distinction that separated beings who merely possessed power from entities who defined existence’s fundamental parameters.

"I was close," The First Farmer continued, his voice carrying notes of obsession that had survived despite everything else being stripped away.

"So close that I could taste it. My cultivation had reached heights that current-era beings can’t conceive of. My understanding of growth and harvest and nurturing had become so refined that I was beginning to perceive the underlying code that governs how Principles themselves develop."

His hands clenched into fists, trembling with emotion!

"I stood at the threshold," he said, his voice breaking. "One more step. One more breakthrough. One more refinement of My Way. My Civilization. And I would have achieved THE. I would have become THE First Farmer! I would have been able to stand alongside THE Living Existences not as lesser being seeking approval, but as equal force defining existence’s nature."

He shook his head, pain flickering across his features.

"But THE Living Emotive appeared."

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