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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5651: THE Dimensional Provenance Train! II
Chapter 5651: THE Dimensional Provenance Train! II
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<THE True Human Emperor>The Provenance Realm of the First Lifeform had expanded unfathomably since Noah first stepped through its doorway. The verdant blue-gold hills rolled endlessly into the distance, carrying a profound, untouchable peace. The river of light holding quiet star-pools ran deeper and wider than before. But the most staggering change hung directly above him.
The serene sky was no longer marked by a handful of stars. Over thirty manifested singularities of stellar blue-gold Provenance Essence hung in the space above.
Noah had returned here alone before setting off for the Elsedimensions as he floated just above the stellar grass. His eyes were endlessly blue, completely devoid of pupils. He remained submerged in THE PROVENANCE REVERIE, and simply existing within the boundaries of his own realm fed him a continuous, effortless stream of profound epiphanies.
He analyzed the sheer velocity of the board shifting around him.
THE Dimensional Provenance Train of Existence was a masterstroke of systemic cruelty. It was a linear gauntlet designed to force conflict, stripping away the vastness of the crossing-dark to lock apex predators in a hallway. Soon, he would leave to seek out the Elsedimensions Thalia had mentioned, the hidden Warrens of his own kind, supposedly free from the piercing gazes of the architects.
He wondered of far too many things.
He wondered if his people were finally safe from the creeping reach of THE Sealed One. They were securely nested inside THE Infiniverse, actively drawing upon his localized wellspring, and backed by thousands of newly rooted Causes from the blooming Observable Existences. But safety was a fleeting, fragile illusion in Existence.
Dimensionality kept proving that there was always a deeper layer, an unseen tier of authority waiting to crush the unprepared.
Noah reached into the void of his inventory and pulled out the physical remnant of his most recent mystery.
A single obsidian crystal settled into his palm. It caught the light of the thirty singularities above, absorbing the stellar blue-gold glow without reflecting a single beam back. It was the object Vakochev’s manifestation had left behind before retreating into the dark. It was a heavy, quiet thing, carrying the desperation of an ancient scale-maker who had realized he was outmatched by Those Who Remain. The crystal sat in his hand, full of unresolved questions.
As he turned the dark stone over in his fingers, the crown of Sanguine Mana and Provenance floating above his head suddenly shone with a brilliant, warm light.
The authority condensed, dripping downward to form a physical shape beside him. Ruination materialized as a flawless humanoid figure draped in elegant, flowing crimson-gold robes laced with stellar blue light. She sat down directly beside him on the grass and gently leaned her head against his shoulder.
|Master is a bit introspective,| Ruination spoke, her voice carrying a rare, consoling warmth that perfectly matched the peace of the realm.
|Existence is rapidly changing around you, and you are adapting fast and doing everything you should.|
Noah smiled, the endlessly blue light in his eyes softening. He reached up and gently patted her head.
"Tell me about you and your sister," Noah asked quietly.
Ruination did not move from his shoulder, but crisp, concise prompts cascaded down his vision as she delivered her accounting.
|THE Circlet of the Quintessential Ruin and THE Infiniverse are advancing harmoniously. Because my weavings flow through both you and her, I benefit tremendously from your rising Dimensionality.|
|The continuous flow of your Infinite Sanguine Mana and Provenance Essence is actively elevating my nature. I cannot clearly place my own Dimensionality on any known framework, but I feel a profound shift in my capabilities. I can now alter and control the flow of information across any Dimension or domain I occupy.|
|I am capable of hijacking the localized transmissions that Descendants receive within their lineages. I can even present myself as information originating from THE Immense Ones, overriding the surrounding existence with forged truths before they reach the ear.|
|I call this...THE PRECEPT OF THE UNWRITTEN FREQUENCY.|
|My Dimensionality seems to be forming entirely toward how I can best support you. After all, rewriting the words of ancient terrors is far more efficient than swinging a sword at them.|
Noah let out a soft breath of wonder.
|As for THE Infiniverse,| Ruination continued, |everything you cast out for her to hold has only made her more immense. She is actively managing the cast-out backbone of THE Infinite Scales. We have begun streamlining them, preparing to potentially have all those within THE Infiniverse adopt a localized, perfect version of the Scales that answers only to us.|
|Furthermore, we have analyzed the mystery of Causes. It remains deeply illogical that Those Who Remain would eradicate an entire race like the Laestrygonians simply for bearing them, only for THE Sleepless Fiend to build his own cursed lineage backed by that exact same power. To understand this, I have mapped out the genetic markers of Damodred.|
|With your permission, and a significant allocation of power from THE Tide That Owes Nothing, I can begin pulling those markers to bring forth more Laestrygonians within THE Infiniverse. This is not merely out of the kindness of our existence. It allows us a thorough, controlled study of Causes, which will directly benefit the seating and growth of your own Teloi.|
|Authorities, Intents, Tongues, Causes... existence is crowded with systems of power. With continued focus, we should soon grasp the true immensity of Causes and finally understand why THE Sleepless Fiend fears them enough to eradicate an entire species.|
Noah listened in comfortable silence. He nodded, letting out a quiet sigh as he leaned backward, lying flat against the verdant gold hills of his realm.
He looked up at the skies. Over thirty manifested singularities hung above him, a staggering testament to an existence that was tearing through boundaries without pause. He slowly raised his hand toward the skies, his fingers curling slightly as if he wanted to grasp something sitting just behind the veil of the sky, but did not know exactly what it was.
His eyes swirled with boundless Provenance. He evaluated his arsenal with ruthless precision. His Provenance. THE Osmontian Tongue. Infinite Sanguine Mana. THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist Mantle. The nine SS-Rank Foundations.
Would it all be enough?
He was preparing to move amongst the oldest monsters in existence, to step into the Warrens of Provenance Lifeforms, and to eventually face Those Who Remain when the time was right, because they could now squish him like a bug.
He wanted to understand everything. He wanted to experience the absolute profundities and immensities of reality without a single chain holding him back.
But he could doubt. He could wonder. Because he was fundamentally, quintessentially human.
Lying on the grass, surrounded by the staggering weight of his own generated power, Noah simply wondered about the future and what it truly held for him and his people.
"Existence... has always run on the illusion of scarcity," Noah murmured to the quiet sky.
"Gilded Ones. Infinite Lifeforms. Source Lifeforms. Primeval Ones, Descendants... they spend their entire lives scrambling up ladders built by someone else. They now fight over roles and Moirai minted by the architects, utterly convinced that authority is a finite resource they have to beg for."
He lowered his hand.
"But true standing is not something you catch in the rain. It is something you bleed. My Provenance was not handed down from a weeping sky. I generated it. I am the wellspring. Let them hoard their borrowed authority and ride their little tracks. Let them do what they wish...as I will do what I wish. We will see what happens to their unyielding train when it slams into an existence that refuses to move."
Noah rose up from the stellar grass. He stretched his arms casually, the joints of his Provenance Body popping with deep, resonant sounds that echoed across the hills like dying stars.
"Let’s fuck shit up."
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