Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4413

Chapter 4413: Never Meet Your Heroes II

Not too far from the farm where Noah had left Elyndra standing in contemplative solitude, existence folded upon itself with purposeful precision as his form materialized in different location entirely.

He appeared before The First Farmer, who was engaged in discourse with several Fold Dwellers.. each entity pulsing with authority measuring multiple Quintillions in accumulated power.

Noah gazed at the assembly with calm, his presence causing immediate shift in atmosphere despite making no overtly threatening gesture.

The surrounding Fold Dwellers turned toward this unexpected arrival alongside The First Farmer, whose eyebrows raised with mixture of surprise at the interruption.

"What is it?" The First Farmer asked.

Noah didn’t reply with words.

Instead, he waved his hand with a gesture that belied the authority channeling through the motion, releasing faint pulse of blue-gold Primus Mana Haki...not the crushing weight he could exert at maximum capacity, but a small measured application of Civilizational pressure.

The brilliance flashed outward in expanding sphere, blue and gold light descending upon the surrounding Fold Dwellers like judgment rendered without trial or appeal.

And the multiple entities possessing Quintillions in Complexity and Purity simply...stopped.

Consciousness fled their existences like startled birds taking flight, leaving only empty vessels frozen exactly where they had been standing.

They were not collapsed or damaged, merely suppressed, their awareness forcibly removed from operational state through overwhelming disparity in civilizational authority.

Oh!

Beings with multiple Quintillions in accumulated essence, caused to lose their very consciousness by mere wave of his hand and controlled release of his Haki.

It was a maddening scene to see as The First Farmer alone was spared.

After achieving this instantaneous suppression, Noah spoke with voice carrying quiet finality.

"Let us talk. Privately."

He waved his hand once more, and brilliant blue-gold light erupted from beneath, wrapping around his feet and The First Farmer’s simultaneously.

The radiance lifted both figures skyward with irresistible force, ascending toward distant heights where perspective would shift and truth might emerge more clearly.

The First Farmer frowned deeply as he looked toward Noah with expression mixing confusion and dawning apprehension, but Noah did not return that gaze.

Instead, he simply activated The Lens of Civilization while looking ahead, his Primus Mana carrying them far into the distant skies.

From this elevated vantage, they could observe the potential Civilization this Sanctuary could have become...seeing it whole rather than fragmented, understanding what might have been if different choices had been made at critical junctures.

Prompts bloomed before Noah’s vision with revelatory clarity.

|LENS OF CIVILIZATION - INNER TRUTH ANALYSIS|

|SUBJECT: The First Farmer|

|SURFACE EMOTION: Confusion mixed with wariness|

|DEEPER STATE: Profound despondency accumulated across eons of failure|

|CORE BELIEF: "Failure follows my entire existence like loyal companion. Every triumph transforms into catastrophe. Every foundation crumbles beneath weight of circumstance. If only I possessed Perpetual Harvest, the key to properly forging Civilization, I could transform this stagnant Sanctuary into something magnificent. I could finally succeed where I have perpetually failed."|

|FOREMOST THOUGHT: "Why has Osmont brought me here? Did he become suspicious? Does he know? No... impossible. Only Elyndra and I understand the plan. She couldn’t have revealed anything. Could she?"|

|DEEPEST TRUTH: Ormordnes. Desperation masquerading as strategy, failure internalized until it became identity rather than circumstance|

...!

Noah observed the information flowing from The Lens with detachment, processing psychological landscape of the being beside him.

BOOM!

The figure of The First Farmer trembled as if struck by physical force, his already sickly appearance deteriorating further.

He stumbled despite standing on solid platform of Primus Mana, legs failing to support weight that had become suddenly unbearable.

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