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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5654: What Was Promised! II
Chapter 5654: What Was Promised! II
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And seconds began to pass.In the middle of a grand act to anchor a Provenance Lifeform, to ensure her survival as the loops of time snapped shut, Noah’s mind suddenly exploded with a staggering influx of information.
His Provenance Essence flared violently. He was connected to the grand Provenance of another in an unfathomable way, and his existence was beginning to read the deepest, most heavily guarded secrets buried at the very root of her lineage.
Grand, blinding prompts surged into his vision!
|The existential union has reached the root. Two Provenance existences have touched where existences are not meant to touch. Something long-ripening has noticed the better vessel.|
|A latent Provenance stirs within Thalia Vasiliou. It has been ripening across the entire history of her lineage. It is not yet fully hers. It has never fully belonged to anyone. It has only been... awaited.|
Noah held Thalia closer, his breathing steady as he read the sheer scale of the revelation.
|THE Vasiliou Lineage has cultivated toward this Provenance for its entire existence. Generation upon generation refined, narrowed, and aimed, so that one day one vessel might be born able to hold it. That vessel is Thalia Vasiliou. She is their Queenling. She is the apex the whole lineage was a ladder toward.|
|And one of THE Immense Ones laid claim upon this Provenance before Thalia was ever born.|
|Looking down the length of the lineage’s potential, one of Those Who Remain reserved the harvest for itself. When the apex ripened, it would be taken. The Vasiliou were unwilling to part with or share such a Provenance, but conceded after many grand promises. A promise was made between one of Those Who Remain and The Vasiliou Provenance Lineage.|
The architects of reality had bred a harvest outside their own frameworks, and they had claimed it before it even had a name!
|You are not the vessel it was bred for. You are a purer, younger one.|
|The Provenance seeks the existence most able to bear it, and it has found one the lineage never designed and the claimant never accounted for: an existence of boundless potential, generated rather than granted, un-weighable, owing nothing to any framework. It reaches for you.|
|You may receive it. Doing so takes the purity of a Provenance reserved for one of THE Immense Ones. The claim will be broken by being fulfilled elsewhere. The awaited harvest will be reaped by a hand it was never promised to.|
Noah’s eyes burned with a terrifying, stellar blue-gold light in the enclosed dark of the lotus petals.
To take from Those Who Remain. To steal the reserved prize of the architects simply because his own generated existence was a superior, flawless vessel.
He did not even delay!
He held Thalia fiercely, accepting the union completely and drawing the latent, ripening authority directly out of her lineage and into his own unyielding Existence!
He felt his Provenance surge explosively, anchoring down something it absolutely should not anchor, claiming a theft of glorious proportions!
HUUUUM!
The surrounding existence outside the lotus petals trembled violently! The serene waterfalls shattered. The bioluminescent sky of the Vasiliou Elseworld flickered as if sensing the sudden, uncontainable rage of a distant, unimaginable terror!
It was the rage of one of Those Who Remain as however far they were...something they had claimed was being stolen!
But...it had no power here!
|An Immense One senses a severed claim.|
|A prize promised for Ages has been taken by an unknown hand.|
And in the midst of the shaking surroundings, as Noah secured the survival of the woman in his arms, the final, heaviest prompt locked itself permanently into his Records.
|THE Provenance of THE Immense Sovereign has settled into your existence.|
To steal from an architect is a crime. To steal a harvest reserved for an Immense One before they can even reach down to pluck it... is a genesis!
Noah knelt within the sealed, radiant blue-gold dome of the colossal lotus, holding Thalia Vasiliou tightly against his chest. The surrounding Vasiliou Elseworld was still shaking from the severed claim, but inside the petals, a far more terrifying violence was unfolding.
The latent authority drawn from Thalia’s lineage...the ripening prize that Those Who Remain had bred and waited Ages for, crashed into Noah’s existence like a falling Dimension.
It was a heavy, untamed weight. It carried the conceptual density of a sovereign right to rule, designed expressly to sit within the impossibly deep frameworks of the architects. But Noah did not possess their frameworks. His existence was entirely self-generated, owing nothing to any system.
So, when the unfathomable weight of THE Provenance of THE Immense Sovereign struck his core, it did not find a waiting throne. It found a grinder.
Noah’s endlessly blue eyes flared with absolute tyranny!
He called upon THE Hunger That Refines and THE Sovereign Existence. He refused to let this foreign, promised authority dictate his biology. Instead, he weaponized the sheer, crushing mass of the stolen harvest, using it as the ultimate catalyst for the grandest art he had ever authored.
THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis required the weight of existence to press down on his foundational particles, forcing them to survive and remake themselves into Provenance Telos Quarks. He had been converting them steadily, but the sudden influx of an Immense One’s prize acted like a billion Observable Existences detonating inside his veins all at once!
HUUM!
The first cycle of Baryogenesis accelerated infinitely.
Noah felt the agonizing, euphoric tearing of his own fundamental building blocks. It was a sensation of being unmade and perfectly reassembled in the same nanosecond.
The sheer friction of his body arguing with the size of the stolen Provenance caused his crimson gold Sanguine Mana, laced with stellar blue light, to erupt from his skin. It wrapped around Thalia, protecting her merging form while his own body became a crucible.
The count of converted quarks blurred past comprehension!
Fifty Decillion!
One Hundred Decillion!
One Hundred and Ninety Decillion!
Every single particle of his physical flesh, his bones, and his blood was subjected to the unyielding pressure of THE Immense Sovereign’s weight, and every single one of them survived!
BOOM!
A shockwave of absolute, unadulterated purity blasted outward, flattening the blue-gold petals of the lotus!
