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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5646: Narrative Vs Narrative! II
Chapter 5646: Narrative Vs Narrative! II
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Noah observed the absolute chaos erupting across the purple gold skies of THE Serenaros.The Arbiter of THE Serenaros struck out as he did not fight like a collected general of THE PAX. He fought like a rabid beast terrified of losing its next meal!
His body trembled violently as the stellar white dust of pulverized existences burned through his veins. He threw his arms wide, and his terrifying Intent erupted outward.
It exerted his own illusory Pantheonic Dimension directly onto the physical surroundings. Space and time warped sickeningly around him! Within a radius of a million light years, the flow of time dilated and stretched, designed expressly so that any pain inflicted upon his enemies would be experienced for what felt like an entire epoch.
"I am the peak of the high!" The Arbiter roared, his voice a manic, rattling shriek. "Give me your depth!"
HUUM!
He reached his pale, twitching hands into the pristine white rivers of THE Argent Loom that stitched the sky together. With a violent, tearing motion, he ripped the white threads from the fabric of reality and fused them with his own Intent.
The resulting manifestation was horrific!
Hundreds of massive, spinning vortexes of razor-sharp white Loom-threads materialized in the air, churning with the corrosive white dust of consumed existences. They swept forward like grinding wheels of slaughterhouse, shredding the purple gold clouds and annihilating the mountain peaks below. Every spinning vortex carried a PONDUS in the high forties, heavy enough to erase many simply by passing near it!
Descendant Mahishasura floated in the path of the onslaught.
The golden shield of his Mantle flared with brilliant, defiant light. He did not retreat!
Operating entirely within the role of THE SHIELD, Mahishasura raised his hands and projected a colossal fortress of woven Loom and golden Existential Moirai. Behind him, the Veiled Enforcers and Wardens poured their own boundless Intents and Dimensionality into his back, reinforcing the barricade!
The spinning white vortexes slammed into the golden fortress.
BOOM!
The impact shattered the local weavings of existence. Reality cracked like fragile glass, revealing the absolute dark of the crossing between Dimensions. Mahishasura grunted, his pale gold hair whipping wildly as the sheer kinetic weight of the Arbiter pressed down on him!
The gap in their attributes was simply too massive. Mahishasura sat in the lower forties, while The Arbiter brushed against the absolute summit of fifty. The golden shield began to fracture, hairline cracks spreading across the Mantle’s projection.
Noah watched the fracturing shield with a cold, unblinking gaze.
He could not allow The Arbiter to break the siege. If Mahishasura fell, the grand epic of the political crusade failed, and Noah would be forced to step out and handle the addict personally while an Immense One watched.
He leaned forward on his throne of Sanguine Mana. It was time to pull the strings of the play!
Noah activated one of the supreme capability of his Hidden Mantle, THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist. He targeted the active script of The Hedonist’s Defense, isolating the specific narrative beat that granted The Arbiter his terrifying momentum.
The addict was drawing power from the continuous consumption of existence. To starve him, Noah simply needed to rewrite the accessibility of the harvest.
|NARRATIVE OVERRIDE INITIATED.|
|Target: The Arbiter of THE Serenaros. Narrative: The Hedonist’s Defense.|
|Override Parameter: The script dictates that the hedonist’s stash is compromised. The existential dust of his harvest shall no longer yield euphoria, but ash. His reaches will find only the void.|
As the prompt locked into reality, The Arbiter laughed maniacally and reached his shaking hand toward another cluster of distant metal cages filled with Inhibited Lifeforms. He intended to pulverize them to fuel a second wave of Loom-vortexes.
His crushing Intent slammed into the cages. The bodies of the captives shattered perfectly, turning into a swirling line of stellar white dust. The Arbiter inhaled sharply, his eyes rolling back in anticipation of the overwhelming high.
The dust rushed into his nose, but the expected euphoria never arrived.
"...?!"
Because Noah had authored a local plot override, existence itself categorically refused to process the transaction. The pulverized existence turned into inert, tasteless ash the moment it entered The Arbiter’s veins. It carried no white threads of THE Argent Loom, no condensed terror, and absolutely no power.
The Arbiter choked. He coughed violently, his eyes snapping wide open in sheer, unadulterated panic as the sudden, agonizing withdrawal hit his system like a physical blow.
"Where is it?!" The Arbiter shrieked, clawing at his own throat. "Where is the emotion?! The immensity?! The high?!"
HUUM!
With the addict momentarily crippled by his own rewritten narrative, Noah shifted his focus to his vanguard. He extended his fingers, sending invisible, razor-thin threads of crimson gold Sanguine Mana directly into the back of Mahishasura’s neck.
He did not merely feed the Descendant raw power. Noah actively laced his dark, fiendish Osmontian Moirai directly into the golden Existential Moirai swirling around Mahishasura. The obsidian gold and pure gold blended seamlessly, masking Noah’s generated destiny inside the Ruling’s own currency.
Down in the sky, Mahishasura gasped.
He felt an unfathomable, terrifying surge of weight flood his limbs. He did not question the source, assuming the Ruling itself was paying him an absolute fortune for holding the line. His amber gold eyes burned with newfound tyranny.
"The Pax protects!" Mahishasura roared, his voice echoing with an unnatural, overlaid resonance.
Mahishasura pushed both hands forward before the opposing Enforcers and Wardens could even move, and it was hard for them to move due to the narrative storm that none of them had a hand in!
The golden fortress of his Mantle exploded outward as an offensive singularity. He compressed an entire gigaparsec of THE Argent Loom into a single, blinding white javelin wrapped in golden Moirai, and hurled it straight at the choking Arbiter.
The javelin crossed the distance instantly, carrying the full, amplified weight of Noah’s hidden backing and the ongoing Narrative!
CRACK!
The strike pierced straight through The Arbiter’s chest. The towering Descendant was thrown backward, crashing through three floating purple gold mountains before finally slamming into the grand, floating archive-peak of his own domain!
He lay pinned in the rubble, bleeding thick white existential dust and crimson Trueness, his body shivering uncontrollably from the wound and the narrative starvation.
Noah rested his hand back on his throne. The play was proceeding flawlessly. The Hedonist was breaking, and THE Political Crusade, The Leading Crusade, was standing tall!
But...existence rarely allowed things to work entirely undisturbed.
High above the broken mountains, the fabric of the sky suddenly ceased its natural movement. The purple gold clouds froze in place, and a sickening, heavy pressure descended over the entire Dimension. It was a pressure so dense that the ambient Infinity in the air physically plummeted to the ground!
Noah’s eyes narrowed as a cascade of heavy prompts flooded his vision.
|THE ECSTATIC FLAYER has deemed the performance of The Hedonist’s Defense to be lacking.|
|THE Immense One refuses to let a favored play end in starvation.|
|Direct interference detected. THE ECSTATIC FLAYER bypasses the standard generation of the Ruling and injects raw, unfiltered Existential Moirai directly into the Willful actor.|
|The Narrative is being forcibly mutated.|
The skies above the pinned Arbiter tore open like a weeping wound. A torrential sea of pure, blinding gold Moirai crashed down from the firmament, mixed with a sickening, vibrant purple light. It did not fall gently. It struck the broken addict with the force of an ocean dropping from orbit!
"YES!" The Arbiter screamed, his voice bubbling and distorting as the raw power of an Immense One flooded his empty veins. "GIVE IT TO ME! OH, GIVE IT TO ME!!!"
Noah watched in absolute, cold silence as the direct interference of Those Who Remain tore apart the established rules of their own system.
The Arbiter’s body underwent a grotesque, terrifying transformation. The immaculate robes of his office shredded into ribbons as his flesh expanded exponentially. His pale skin tore open to reveal weeping, fleshy tendrils of raw tissue that pulsed with an agonizing, ecstatic light.
Dozens of jagged, unhinged mouths ripped themselves open across his chest, his arms, and his elongated neck. His eyes swelled into massive, bloodshot orbs that radiated pure, concentrated madness.
He had become a towering, multi-limbed beast of absolute hedonism, a physical manifestation of a high that could never be satisfied.
The monstrous Arbiter let out a roar that shattered the eardrums of every Warden within a million miles. He did not look toward Mahishasura first. Instead, his dozens of mouths snapped wildly at the air, starving for immediate consumption.
He lunged backward into his own ranks.
The elite Enforcers and the thousands of perfectly silent Loomwrought Shrouds that had floated cautiously behind him had no time to react. The Arbiter’s fleshy tendrils whipped out, snatching hundreds of his own loyal soldiers. He shoved Enforcers, Shrouds, and Wardens into the jagged mouths across his chest, chewing through their physical flesh and their Trueness with horrifying, wet crunches!
"More!" the beast gurgled, its voices overlapping in a sickening chorus as it devoured its own army to fuel its mutation. "MOTHERFUCKER, I NEED MORE!"
BOOM!
With every lifeform he consumed, the purple-gold light around him flared brighter. The monstrous Arbiter turned his massive, bloodshot eyes back toward Mahishasura, his tendrils thrashing the sky as he prepared to leap across the void!
His gaze became purely tyrannical. The stellar blue light within his Sanguine Mana burned with a lethal, absolute intensity!
He had authored a clean, tactical starvation, and an Immense One had simply dumped an ocean of raw currency onto the board to ruin it.
If he had closed off external intervention, he would have then definitely been locked onto by THE Immense One.
"..."
He activated THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard, his eyes scanning the mutating horror below.
The details that cascaded down his vision confirmed the terrifying reality of the Immense One’s interference.
|The Mutated Arbiter of THE Serenaros|
|VERITAS: 52|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: NULL|
|PONDUS: 55|
|EXISTENTIAL MOIRAI: ????? (Overloaded)|
The attributes had shattered the ceiling of fifty. The Arbiter had been artificially inflated past the bounds of THE TRANSFINITE VERSE...well, maybe. Noah still could not confirm if 50 was the bounds of THE TRANSFINITE VERSE!
And the POTENTIA had changed to NULL after this forced change. Did that mean the weavings of elevation of this lifeform were now...done?
Noah looked closely at the roaring beast. Before his very eyes, the physical form of the monstrous Arbiter began to flicker. One moment he was a towering mass of flesh and mouths, and the next, his edges blurred into the white threads of the Loom, rendering him completely transparent.
He was half-there and half-not, his existence vibrating at a frequency that was actively escaping the perception of normal reality.
His Dimensionality had been pushed so incredibly deep by the injection of Moirai!
Down below, Mahishasura raised his golden shield, his amber gold eyes widening as the unperceivable weight of the beast pressed down on him. Even with Noah’s hidden backing, the sheer density of an existence in the mid-fifties was enough to crack the foundation of his Mantle just by standing near it.
Noah did not move from his bloody throne. He did not panic!
He looked at the flickering, monstrous addict, and he looked at the weeping purple wound in the sky where THE ECSTATIC FLAYER watched its favored pet.
Noah reasoned that if Those Who Remain wanted to break their own rules to put on a better show, then he would simply have to step onto their stage and break the fucking actors!
