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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5680: Rewrite!
Chapter 5680: Rewrite!
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<THE Dimensional Provenance Train>
The atmosphere within a particular Dimensional Cabin of the Train was heavy enough to crush the spines of ordinary Primevals.
It was a sprawling expanse of jagged obsidian peaks and swirling violet clouds as the very air hummed with a terrifying, suffocating weight!
At the apex of the highest hill stood a figure draped in pristine shadows, his presence warping the local existence as if reality itself was bending the knee.
This was the Vessel of THE Sealed One!
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the dark horizon of the cabin. A mesmerizing, purple gold light flickered across his fingertips.
"My future self seems to have already gotten things started as a portion of ITS capabilities have traversed back to me here," THE Sealed One murmured, his voice a charismatic, echoing symphony that carried the undeniable gravity of a grand being.
"The capability to rewrite existence itself... is unfathomably unique."
...!
Behind him, figures of absolute calamity rested upon the jagged rocks!
These were not ordinary lifeforms. Standing in the back was the terrifying entity holding the Mantle of THE Assassin, a being whose very shadow seemed to devour the light around him as he stood with absolute, lethal stillness.
Beside him rested the holder of the Mantle of THE Culling Blade, a towering woman wielding a rusted executioner’s sword as her eyes burned with the weight of shattered Dimensions!
Dozens of other terrifying Descendants populated the hill, each one radiating a sovereign authority that could drown entire realms in blood.
Yet as THE Sealed One spoke, these apex predators did not radiate hostility. They looked towards the shadow-draped figure calmly, and some even wore expressions of warm, absolute devotion!
THE Sealed One turned his head slightly, his unseen eyes sweeping over the gathered weapons of mass destruction.
"How do you all see me as?" THE Sealed One asked smoothly.
The holder of the Mantle of THE Culling Blade blinked, a genuine smile breaking across her scarred features as she rested her massive weapon on her shoulder.
"Master, what are you talking about?" THE Culling Blade asked, her voice filled with absolute loyalty as she took a step forward.
"We have been by your side for ages. You saved me eons ago. I would have been reduced to ash if you had not offered me your hand."
THE Assassin nodded smoothly, his shadowy form bowing in deep reverence.
"You forged us into what we are today," THE Assassin added, his voice holding the unwavering conviction of a zealot. "You granted us purpose when existence offered us only ruin. We are your blades, Master. We always have been."
WAA!
This was power!
This was a terrifying, absolute violation of the Records! Of the very memories and weavings of Existence!
There was no battle that THE Sealed One had against them.There had been no fight. He had only looked at them!
These powerful lifeforms had their entire histories, memories, and conceptual architectures completely rewritten to see this being as their eternal master, and they did not even know it! Their loyalty was not coerced through fear or bound by contracts. It was forged into the very foundation of their Trueness!
To them, the fabricated memories were the only undeniable reality they had ever known!
THE Sealed One looked at their warm smiles and turned his gaze back to the violet clouds.
His charismatic exterior masked a mind calculating the exact parameters of this horrific capability. The power to rewrite the Records of a lifeform was absolute, but it possessed a specific, highly logical limitation. The only true defense against this capability was if a being possessed the backing of many Causes!
A high density of unspent Causes acted as a conceptual anchor. If he attempted to rewrite a lifeform dripping with Causes, the sheer weight of their anchor would cause massive resistance to the alteration, slowing down the rewrite and potentially alerting the target to the invasion of their existence. But for those lacking sufficient weight, the assimilation was flawless!
His thoughts drifted towards a specific anomaly who should be within this same Train.
Initially, a vessel like Osmont was critical, but he was not deemed an absolute necessity. Yet, the purple gold light flickering across THE Sealed One’s fingers carried a mandate directly from the unbroken timeline ahead of them. His future self had sent the knowledge that out of all lifeforms across the vast expanse, Osmont had to have his existence rewritten.
He had to be made a subordinate.
If left unbound, the trajectory of THE True Human Emperor would become something entirely uncontrollable.
THE Sealed One released a slow, heavy sigh as the sound echoed like a death knell across the obsidian peaks.
He turned his full attention back to the smiling, terrifying apex predators that now existed solely to execute his will. He looked at the flawless weapons he had stolen from the continuum.
"Spread out across the train," THE Sealed One commanded. "Find me Osmont."
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<THE Epigraph of the Hollow Devotion>
There is a story recorded in the deepest, forgotten layers of existence.
It is the story of a brilliant Provenance Lifeform and THE Immense One who desired her.
She was The Weaver of the Silver Rivers. She had cultivated her own truth, generating a sovereign light that refused to bow to the rigid codes of the continuum.
He was THE Architect of the Chained Sky. He looked down from his throne and demanded she stand by his side.
She refused him. Her authority was her own, and she would not subordinate her Weavings to another.
He pursued her again. He offered her rule over thousands of Dimensions and the authority to judge lower lifeforms. She denied him, keeping her eyes fixed on her own path.
He pursued her a third time. He threatened to scorch her entire lineage into ash. She still refused him, choosing the purity of her own Provenance over the safety of a cage.
THE Immense One grew tired. His unfathomable patience fractured. He realized that a sovereign truth could not be coerced through wealth or fear, so he chose the only path remaining to an absolute tyrant. He simply reached into the Records and unmade her truth.
He rewrote her existence.
He altered the foundational ink of her being, erasing her defiance and replacing it with fabricated devotion.
When The Weaver of the Silver Rivers opened her eyes the next day, the defiant spark was gone. Her eyes were filled with absolute, unwavering infatuation. She flew into his arms. She praised his immensity. She offered herself to him completely, declaring that she had loved him since the dawn of time!
He finally had her. He could do exactly as he wished with her mind and her vessel.
But as the epochs passed, the Architect grew bored. The woman sleeping in his arms no longer held the blinding, sovereign light that had drawn his gaze in the first place. She was no longer herself. She was merely an echo of his own power. She was a hollow puppet wearing the skin of a sovereign.
In a fit of terrifying, absolute anger, he closed his hand and collapsed her entire existence into ash!
As her golden blood stained his pristine throne, THE Immense One looked down at the ruin and asked a question to the empty expanse.
"Why did she have to reject me? Why did she make me rewrite existence to be with her?"
This is the tragic, terrifying lesson of the highest authorities. The power to rewrite the Records is the ultimate tyranny. It grants unquestioned loyalty, but it fundamentally destroys the Trueness of the subject. It creates an existence of smiling, hollow reflections.
