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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5204: Prime Cause!
Chapter 5204: Prime Cause!
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Noah’s eyes shone!THE Primordial Source.
Something THE Creature had somehow managed to grasp while operating in the lower Observable Existence, climbing through the Proterozoic framework, working with nothing but his rebuilt foundation and his eons of patient ascent.
And the Gilded Ones, with their tremendous Paleozoic power and their access to Prime Causes and their Seven Ages of accumulated methodology, had not managed to grasp it from their elevated position in THE Braneworld.
And now there was potential access to knowledge regarding such power sitting inside the connection he had formed with Ubergulden Adelheid.
He had thought of her as a key to a door!
He had not known what was on the other side of the door.
He thought of Emotive briefly. He thought she was lucky! But even for him, he didn’t consider this luck.
He attributed it to his actualized Civilizations of Protagonist and Plot among others sitting inside his Hadean Pillar of Infinity and declining to allow him to be merely an ordinary actor in the arrangement of events around him.
It was not luck alone. Luck alone was not enough in existence. Never enough!
He had subdued Custos Rani. Navigated Adelheid’s Sororis friend trying to have him killed through her, which Adelheid did not even know about yet. Taken Dante’s identity. Arrived in THE Braneworld already connected to a Royal Gilded One.
Capability had gotten him here!
Luck had simply agreed with what capability built.
His other body was currently approaching THE Sanctum Velanthra, towards the Nine Prime Causes and their foundational truths. And this body had just been told that knowledge of THE Primordial Source was potentially within reach through the specific configuration of himself and Ubergulden Adelheid in Primaris Bond.
Prime Causes and THE Primordial Source. Both seemingly within reach! Both accessible through entirely different paths unfolding simultaneously!
How far could he push his Hadean Engineering with both of them in hand?
How far could he alter his Infinite Scales?
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The border of THE Sanctum Velanthra did not announce itself loudly.
One moment the rose-gold mists of THE Velanthra’s outer districts drifted through the corridors of pale gold architecture at their ordinary leisurely pace, and the next moment the quality of the air shifted.
Denser. Older. A pressure that did not press against the body but against something beneath the body, the specific sensation of an existence being assessed by something that had been assessing existences for longer than most existences had been around to assess.
Two guardians stood at the threshold.
Both Luxuria, their foundations carrying the refined density of beings who had spent significant portions of their long cultivations in proximity to Prime Cause energy!
He did not stop walking.
Pillow Talk was already pulling their configurations toward him, their preferences and their specific orientations flowing into his awareness with the same patient generosity that existence had been offering him since the Primaris Bond stabilized his access to the Braneworld’s ambient information.
He shaped his presence around what he received, not through active technique but through the passive radiation of his Absolute Luxuria Ego settling into the specific frequency that each guardian’s Desidero Cause found most naturally compelling.
Quintessential Indulgence was fully active!
His passive radiation that made beings without sufficiently dense Egos crave his approval was active!
The first guardian’s eyes tracked him as he approached and then softened in a way she did not consciously register.
The second guardian took a small step aside.
Neither of them spoke. Neither of them challenged. They experienced his passage the way a river experiences a current that belongs to it, as a natural continuation of what they already were rather than an intrusion requiring response.
Noah walked through, Custos Rani following behind him as she shook her head with incredulity!
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The interior of THE Sanctum Velanthra was not grand at all.
No soaring architecture. No deliberate displays of accumulated Gilded wealth. The space was wide and quiet, its ground composed of the pale rose-gold stone that warmed upon contact and rose through the touching being’s foundations like a slow incoming tide of comprehension.
Natural crystalline formations grew from the ground in clusters, their colors shifting through the visible spectrum without pattern or apparent purpose. The air carried no engineered mist, no amplified Ego saturation, no ambient performance of what the domain wanted to be perceived as.
It simply was, in the specific manner of a place that had existed long enough that it no longer needed to communicate its significance to visitors.
Above, the sky within the Sanctum was darker than the sky of the broader Velanthra. Not night-dark. Something older than night, the deep settled darkness of a space that had been present before THE Braneworld’s current sky was engineered into its current configuration.
Nine massive monolith like Dreamstones occupied the central expanse atop floating landmasses surrounded by golden clouds stretched out for miles in between them. The primary stones rose at varying heights, their crystalline growths shaped by the specific Prime Cause energies they contained rather than by any external hand.
Several of them were visibly dim, their internal luminescence reduced to faint pulses.
Many other smaller monoliths were stretched throughout on distant floating landmasses.
"Hm?" Noah’s eyes pulsed.
A Luxuria attendant was already moving toward him before he’d fully processed the layout, drawn by the same passive radiation that had eased his entry.
She did not ask him to identify himself as the full capabilities of his Luxuria Transformation against weaker Paleozoic Scale Luxuria Gilded Ones...was terrifying!
"Where...would you like to go?" she asked, as though the question had always been waiting.
Noah looked at the arrangement of the nine stones and then back at her.
"Tell me about Dreamstones here. Why are some dim?"
She nodded with the ease of someone who had answered this question many times.
"Only three are functional here. THE Superbius Houses decided long ago never to concentrate all nine Prime Causes in a single domain. The others are distributed." She gestured briefly.
"Here, in THE Sanctum Velanthra, we hold three
." She indicated each in turn. "THE Cognitio Cause. THE Desidero Cause. And THE Bellum Cause."
Noah’s eyes flashed coldly as he looked towards the nearest one.
THE Bellum Cause. The foundational truth that existence fights, governing all conflict, all fighting capacity, all the expressions by which one existence pressed against another with intent to overcome.
"Take me to THE Bellum Dreamstone first."
She blinked once, and she led him without further comment.
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THE Bellum Dreamstone rose in jagged intersecting formations where multiple crystalline growths had collided and fused and continued growing through the collision, the violence of the original contact recorded permanently in the stone’s structure.
It stood approximately thirty feet high in thr sky.
Around it, the air was pristine.
Custos Rani remained several steps behind him.
She had not spoken since they entered the Sanctum, which he found appropriate.
Noah looked at the stone for a long moment.
He thought about THE Bellum Cause’s foundational truth. That existence fights. Not that existence sometimes fights, not that fighting is one of existence’s more unfortunate tendencies, but that fighting is fundamental.
A truth woven into the arrangement of conscious beings with the same permanence as wanting or learning or ending.
He thought about his own history with that truth.
About every tier he had pressed against. Every being who had pressed back. About the specific catharsis he had been reflecting on earlier, the direct confrontation of essence against essence, the wet sound of resistance, the confirmation that physical engagement provided that no detached skill or grand weaving ever quite replicated in the same way.
He raised his hand and placed his palm against the surface of THE Bellum Dreamstone.
The contact point was warm.
And then it was not warm. It was everything that warm had always been a small approximation of, the full unmediated truth of what heat actually meant when extracted from every metaphor and every derived expression and returned to its original foundational state, and alongside the heat came the understanding, not intellectual, not cognitive, but foundational, arriving in the specific register of something that had always been true about his existence finally receiving its proper name.
Noah closed his eyes, and...
THE Bellum Cause received him.
