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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5657: Nova! I
Chapter 5657: Nova! I
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Respect doesn’t mean shit if she is dead.The matriarch’s words followed Noah out of the lotus and across the Elseworld.
One body of him was gone with Thalia now, swallowed by golden light, carried deeper into the Warrens to be measured by a lineage older than the Scales.
He thought about Rosalia as he went.
She had looked at him and seen a First or Second Tier Provenance Body, a budding thing, a boy who had wandered into a house too old for him!
Him! A boy!
She had weighed him against one of Those Who Remain and found the scale tilted so far that the comparison was almost a courtesy. And she had not been wrong about the numbers.
By any measure of Ages and depth and accumulated dread, he was the smaller sum by an unfathomable margin.
The thing was, Noah had never once believed the numbers!
Standing before an Immense One, standing before the whole grim procession of Those Who Remain with their honor and their harvests and their bent and broken lineages, he had never for a single breath felt himself the lesser being.
He believed in himself that much!
And well. Sometimes a man had to fake it until he made it.
He almost smiled at that.
He had another one of his bodies sent into his Provenance Realm again as this body had come here for something quieter, and it was time to stop delaying it.
He called for his children.
They came into the Provenance Realm the way he opened for them, and the Realm’s blue-gold hills folded up around the three of them, and for a moment the war and the matriarch and the Train grinding through the crossing-dark were all somewhere else, and there was only this.
Henry arrived unhurried, blue-gold hair catching the light, wearing his father’s face years younger and none of his father’s weight. Seo-yeon arrived at a run and stopped short a pace away, her small face gone still and strange.
"You feel...a bit wrong, Aba" she said.
Noah crouched. "Wrong how, kiddo?"
She frowned, searching.
"Not bad wrong. Far wrong. Like you’re standing so far away from us in positioning...or existence. Ah, its hard to say!"
Noah smiled lightly at such words as he patted her head.
"I am a bit far, but I am also here, don’t worry."
Noah stood, and opened his hand, and looked at his son and daughter the way he now looked at all living things. All the way down.
Their Lifelines lay open to him.
It was still the strangest sight he had been given, and he had been given a great many. Henry’s existence unspooled as a long line of light, an unbroken code of Existential Markers running the whole length of what the boy was, and every locus of it was legible to him.
Here the marker that made him human. Here the marker of his birth, the Osmontian blood carried one generation forward, thinning and brightening through a single life. And here, all down the length of him, the markers of every gift he had ever accepted.
Beside him, Seo-yeon’s Lifeline ran shorter and stranger and, to a father, unbearably lovely, threaded through with the quiet marker that let her feel dying Causes.
Noah looked at the two of them laid open as editable grammar, and felt no hesitation, only a care that had sharpened itself to the finest edge he owned.
"This will not hurt," he said. "Hold still."
HUUM!
He began with what he was.
His Sanguine Mana rose off his hands, crimson gold laced with stellar blue, and it wrote. Under the guidance of THE Osmontian Tongue, the blood drew itself into a shape that had not existed in all of existence a moment before, because he was forging it now, in the open air of his own Realm, out of the deepest truth of himself.
|You are forging a Genetic Marker of Existence.|
|Source truth: your Nine Osmontian Causes, seated as Teloi through the whole of your matter. You are isolating the sequence that lets an existence carry Causes of its own. Aimed. Owned. Answerable to no framework.|
The marker turned between his fingers, a small helix of blue-gold light, and it hummed with the whole weight of what he was.
|THE OSMONTIAN CAUSES GENETIC MARKER has been forged.|
|It carries the rankings of Dimensionality as all things do. FINITE. TRANSFINITE. INEFFABLE. What you seat, you may seat at the depth the vessel can bear.|
He forged the second from the part of him that owed nothing to anyone.
|You are forging a second Marker.|
|Source truth: THE Provenance Essence you generate from within. You are isolating the sequence that makes an existence a source unto itself. Generating, not granted. Standing on nothing borrowed.|
|THE PROVENANCE GENETIC MARKER has been forged.|
Two markers turned above his open palms, one and then the other, the Causes and the Provenance, the aim and the source, the two truths that had made Noah more than a man who had merely been given things.
Henry watched them with his composure entirely gone. Seo-yeon reached toward the light without thinking, and Noah caught her small hand and folded it gently closed.
"Hold on," he murmured. "The eldest one first."
...!
He came to his son first.
Noah pressed the turning markers toward Henry’s open Lifeline, and where the light met the code, he wrote. The Tongue moved through him, not in Letters this time nor in Words but in the finer grammar beneath them, the grammar of splicing, and he excised as he wrote.
The dependence went first. Anything to do with Scales or external power!
His son felt many things leaving as he did not question!
Into the emptied ground, Noah wrote the new truth. THE Osmontian Causes Genetic Marker settled into the root of his son, and THE Provenance Genetic Marker settled beside it, and the boy became a man of wonder!
Because he had become a source.
Henry’s blue-gold hair blazed white at the roots. His existence, stripped of everything borrowed and reseeded with everything self-made, began to sing at a register it had never touched, and he threw his head back and breathed like a man surfacing from deep water as Causes woke inside him for the first time. His own!
