Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4416

Chapter 4416: The Perpetual Farmer!

Hundreds of thousands surrounded a square plot of land shining with bronze-green earth, soil that carried concentrated essence of agricultural principles refined across eons.

The numbers could have swelled to billions or even sextillions if a portion of all those residing under The First Farmer’s protection across scattered Domains and Wheels of Existence had been permitted to attend.

They surrounded what would become The First Farmer’s grave, and at this moment, Elyndra had wrapped her father’s body in green cloth woven from living plants that would return him to the earth he had spent existence cultivating.

She laid him down gently onto the center of the farm plot, planting and returning seed to soil from which new growth might eventually emerge.

Off to the side, Noah watched with calmness.

Beside him stood the manifested forms of Sigrid’s clone observing with crystalline focus, Titano’s massive presence radiating barely contained power, Moiraine’s elegant figure carrying quiet contemplation...all alongside the Emperor Penguin, Erikson, The Queen of Matter, and others.

They watched silently, witnesses to conclusion of existence that had spanned eons.

Slightly farther away, Origin Ama Gias and other Living Existences observed with a sense of shock and stupor.

And near the cluster of Living Paradoxes, Goliath watched the procession occurring with cold eyes that repeatedly returned to fix upon... Noah.

His serpentine gaze held weight of questions!

As The First Farmer was laid down onto the earth like seed awaiting germination, Noah’s attention shifted toward Elyndra and her heartbroken figure.

The loss of a father constituted a unique tragedy...a profound severing of primary bond.

He did not personally harbor strong emotions regarding loss of his own father and had made conscious choice not to pursue his resurrection.

To Elyndra, The First Farmer represented what Noah’s mother was to him, an irreplaceable foundation.

If such figure was lost, the emotional weight would be heavy and potentially unbearable!

So he understood, even if he didn’t personally share her grief.

Perpetual Harvest buzzed within him with brilliant fervor as the one who had nurtured it from seed to a failed seed was planted back into ground that had sustained him across existence’s duration.

Noah watched calmly as Elyndra performed the Farmer’s Greeting with precise ritual gestures...three fingers extended and pointed toward the earth above the grave.

Throughout the surroundings, all those who had been living within the Sanctuary performed identical greeting toward the grave simultaneously.

Hundreds of thousands of hands rose with three fingers extended, creating forest of acknowledgment that should have been returned by the one being honored.

But there would be nobody to return the greeting this time.

Nobody.

The First Farmer’s hands remained still beneath green cloth, incapable of reciprocating final gesture of respect.

As this solemn moment stretched across assembled mourners...

"We live and we die."

HUUM!

Noah’s voice echoed outward with command and purpose that made atmosphere itself tremble, drawing attention from all present despite this being moment dedicated to another’s memory.

Many who did not know him personally turned in astonishment, confusion evident in their expressions.

Those who had loved The First Farmer deeply, beings ranging from 1 Quintillion to 6 Quintillion in accumulated power, felt anger rising at this interruption!

Who was this outsider to speak during such sacred moment?

They wanted to voice objections, to demand he do this or that...

But found to their absolute astonishment that they weren’t even capable of opening their mouths to articulate protest.

Some force held their speech captive, preventing interference with whatever Noah intended to express.

Noah continued.

"We may plant seeds into the earth one day with hope and careful tending, nurturing growth across seasons and years. Or we may become the seeds ourselves, forever covered by sand and darkness, returning essence to cycles that continue regardless of individual participation."

His gaze swept across assembled mourners.

"From the death of The First Farmer, let abundant harvest bloom from accumulated effort. Let his failures and successes alike feed soil of future cultivation. In the place of The First Farmer who has concluded his season..."

His eyes began pulsing with radiant green-gold light that made surrounding agricultural essence resonate in sympathy, and he locked onto Elyndra.

"Let The Perpetual Farmer...arise."

BOOM!

|The Principle of Perpetual Harvest has granted ultimate Harvest to The First Farmer’s designated successor|

The radiance converged upon the grave before erupting upward to engulf Elyndra completely.

He had known about the plans her father formulated.

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