Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4391

Chapter 4391: Ways III

The Great Usurper’s formless awareness pulsed with profound discomfort.

Anyone having their power stripped away would show at least some emotion. Resistance, anger, fear, sadness...something. These Dead Existences act like it’s not just normal but ordained. They didn’t show even a flicker of hesitation....

Is their existence being influenced? Controlled? Have they been fundamentally altered to accept this hierarchy without question?

He didn’t know for certain, but the implications were deeply unsettling.

Meanwhile, Meliodas floated above the restructured Citadel, and the Great Usurper sensed his complexity had indeed increased...from 100 Quintillion to approximately 125 Quintillion.

Not because he directly absorbed this power. It was as if his very action and what it accomplished triggered something from his...so called Civilization.

Crazy...

The Great Usurper’s awareness rippled with fascination.

So this is what THE Dead Order’s True Civilization looks like. Systematic reduction of the many to empower the few...

They’ve eliminated individual will in favor of synchronized purpose.

He contemplated what he’d witnessed...the zealotry, the systematic power drainage, the absolute acceptance of reduction from powerful beings to effective nothingness.

What kind of reality are we facing if this is just one Citadel? How many of these restructured territories exist across the Lands of The Dead?

The questions spiraled through his consciousness without comfortable answers.

He remained Idle, his existence continuing to spread passively.

Let’s see...what Osmont knows about this. His voice reached even here, perhaps he has intelligence about what’s happening on this side of The Veil. And if not...

His formless awareness pulsed with determination.

Then I’ll continue observing. Continue spreading. Eventually, I’ll learn enough about THE Dead Order’s True Civilization to understand...ah, the Idle life is a great life...

The Great Usurper continued his idle expansion, his awareness drinking in every detail of this restructured Citadel while maintaining perfect invisibility through his environmental integration.

Whatever was coming, he would gather intelligence.

And hopefully, share it with Osmont before the accumulated knowledge became desperately necessary for survival.

That guy was the craziest existence he had ever met, if anything crazy was happening, he should be able to deal with it!

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In a unique domain that could not be pinned to any specific location within observable existence, Noah’s declarations echoed with profound resonance.

"I defy, therefore I exist!

I refuse limitations, therefore I transcend!

I cultivate infinity, therefore...I need not fear the end!"

The words reverberated through a space of utmost Law.

The domain itself was hazy, ethereal in ways that made normal perception struggle to maintain focus.

Silver-white marble pillars rose from equally pristine floors, their surfaces so smooth they reflected nothing despite the abundant light.

The sky above roiled with clouds of mist that moved with purpose rather than wind, and white fog covered the surroundings in layers.

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