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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5198: The Custos, Osmont! II
Chapter 5198: The Custos, Osmont! II
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Noah walked forward with the unhurried gait of a man who already owned the room, his crystalline Luxuria form casting long, iridescent shadows against the rose crystal walls.He looked at Dante, who was currently suspended in a state of absolute existential stasis, and he felt a flash of dry disdain for the way this fucking rat’s engineered foundations were trembling under the mere proximity of a superior Ego.
There was no struggle and no resistance as Noah reached out and sank his fingers into the air inches from Dante’s chest, pulling upon the multicolored seas of Quintessence Infiniforce to begin the systematic rewriting of the Scion’s existence.
He was gathering more and more information on Gilded Anatomy as soon, he would be able to engineer his own Hadean Weavings and those of his people a step further. Not merely going towaeds becoming moreso like Gilded Lifeforms...but something entirely new!
The multicolored light of Infinity dove deep into Dante’s Gilded marrow, acting as a terminal virus that tore through his memories of unearned opulence and replaced his autonomy with the cold, unyielding signature of THE Genesis Monarch.
Noah watched with a clinical eye as the rich young master’s internal systems were forcibly recalibrated to align with his own foundations, the pink-gold light of the Luxuria designation becoming stained with the heavy, multicolored hues of Noah’s sovereign will!
It was a brutal and efficient process that didn’t just bind the target, but essentially claimed the very concept of "Dante" as a piece of property to be utilized or discarded at a whim.
|Absolute Servitude of the Vessel integrated.|
|Target: Dante, THE Scion of Silken Grief, has been successfully rewritten as an extension of your Hadean existence.|
|Quintessence Infiniforce saturation: 100%.|
"You’ve lived a very loud and very useless life, Dante, so let’s see if your components can be put to better use in the dark," Noah murmured, his voice holding the resonance of a judge passing a final sentence.
He waved his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, and a lightless rift of obsidian energy tore open in the center of the opulence, revealing the cold and echoing reaches of THE Hadean Desmoterion.
Within this internal prison that existed in a pocket of his Organ of Civilization, the figure of Ozymandias stood waiting with his ancient and stoic bearing, his role as THE Warden being a position he performed with a silent, terrifying efficiency!
Noah tossed the rewritten and still-frozen body of Dante into the rift by kicking him into it, watching as the Scion vanished into the lightless depths where his spoiled existence would be archived, studied under temporally dilated condintions, and kept until needed, the rift closing an instant later with a sharp, metallic hum.
HUUM!
Noah stood alone in the center of the residence for a moment, and then he allowed his own crystalline beauty to shift and dissolve, his features blurring and resetting into the likeness of the man he had just displaced.
He looked at his reflection in the shifting rose crystal of the walls, noting the less handsome and more petulant features of THE Scion of Silken Grief with a shrug of his shoulders.
It was a significant downgrade in terms of aesthetic brilliance, but for the purposes of a disguise, he found the mediocre look of the rich young master to be entirely acceptable!
He closed his eyes and reached out through the Infinity and Observable Force that tied him to a certain royal, his consciousness traveling along the rivers of Observable Force that connected him to Ubergulden Adelheid.
"Hey," he said, his voice reaching her through the unreachable weavings with a calm and almost amused clarity.
"I found my identity as a Gilded One. I’ve taken the place of a boy named Dante, THE Scion of Silken Grief, who will be giving himself the additional distinction of THE Osmontian as of today. I’m in Velanthra right now...within THE Amaranthine Tower."
Noah opened his eyes and adjusted the silk of his new robes, a brilliant and tyrannical smile touching his borrowed lips.
She had mentioned she had hours at most before she had to give a name, and he was now here!
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The pink-gold atmosphere of THE Velanthra was never meant to hold the weight of true, unadulterated sovereignty, for it was a place engineered for the softness of desire rather than the hard edges of command.
Yet at this time...
Above THE Amaranthine Tower, the shimmering skies began to seethe and tremble as a massive golden vessel tore through the fabric of the domain, its sheer mass displacing the rose-colored mists with a violent, authoritative pressure.
It was a leviathan of solidified Observable Force that burned with the searing, arrogant radiance of THE Superbius Gilded Ones, its hull stretching for kilometers like a floating continent of polished gold.
The ship didn’t merely fly but seemed to rewrite the gravity of the region, causing the rivers of rose-gold Infinity below to churn and overflow their engineered channels.
At the very center of the vessel’s prow, the logo of THE Ubergulden House blazed with a light that made the surrounding suns look like guttering candles.
It was a golden scepter piercing a lightless crown, with a singular, pupil-less eye weeping liquid starlight at the apex, a sigil that carried the weight of eons of unchallenged dominance!
Thousands of THE Luxuria Gilded Ones raised their eyes in shock, their pleasure-filled existences momentarily frozen by the arrival of a royal house that rarely deigned to step foot in the domain of service.
They wondered with a rising sense of dread why such an esteemed lineage would come to a place like this.
HUUM!
From the base of the massive vessel, the air rippled as three figures descended with a synchronized.
THE Sororis Prima...Evangelina, Konstanze, and Mathilde, floated down toward THE Amaranthine Tower, their golden robes trailing behind them like ribbons of liquid starlight.
Beside each of them walked their respective Custodes, massive Gilded warriors whose auras were so dense they seemed to bruise the very air of THE Velanthra.
These guardians moved with a clinical, preternatural stillness, their hands resting on the hilts of weapons that had unmade entire civilizations before THE Sixth Age was even a memory.
Behind this vanguard of authority, the figure of Ubergulden Dietrich appeared, his presence expanding to fill the void left by the ship’s arrival.
He stood with the easy confidence of a man who owned the sky he walked upon, his golden eyes without pupils fixed on the spire below with a gaze that held no room for negotiation.
Beside him stood Ubergulden Adelheid, her expression a mask of regal composure that hid the churning multicolored seas of infinity.
"Is this the place where your ’hidden’ Custos resides, sister?"
A pivotal moment came as many did not realize...it was the nexus point for change that would sweep across The Braneworld Observable Existence like a storm!
