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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5715: Sleepless! II
Chapter 5715: Sleepless! II
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<THE Chrysalis of THE First Sundering>
The fossilized coral cavern was quiet, shielded beneath thousands of leagues of dense, petrified reef as the deep currents of THE Tide rolled steadily overhead.
In the center of the hollow, Noah sat with his legs crossed upon a slab of compressed starlight. Resting upon his open palm, the Common Dream Gu pulsed with a soft, golden rhythm. Its translucent shell breathed in slow intervals, radiating a quiet reverie of warmth and gentle drift that soothed the surrounding air.
Floating within Noah’s internal realm, eight foundational elements hummed in alignment, waiting for the spark that would bind them to a living center.
Atlas’s voice echoed through the illusory ring, calm and instructive.
|The process requires absolute precision, O Chance of Chances. You are not killing the insect. You are not hollowing out its consciousness. You are extending your Provenance into its core, aligning its native law with the Elseengine until its small dream becomes the heartbeat of the domain. It must trust the warmth you offer, or the vessel will reject the weld.|
Noah drew upon a thread of blue-gold dream essence, letting it wrap around the small Gu in a protective mantle. The creature leaned into the contact, its multifaceted eyes softening as it prepared to surrender its concept to the architecture of the ring.
Then, at such a pivotal juncture, the ocean stopped moving.
The rolling currents of THE Tide froze in mid-drift. The deep hum of the fossilized reef cut out entirely, replaced by a sudden, total vacuum of sound that made the conceptual marrow of Noah’s bones ache with instant tension!
Above the reef, through the thousands of leagues of stellar water and across the distant expanse of the Chrysalis, something fell!
The descent carried no kinetic weight and no shower of falling meteors, arriving instead as an instantaneous infection of the continuum, a cold and suffocating decree that sank straight through the Seam and struck the bedrock of the region!
HUUM!
The water of THE Tide turned turbid and grey, festering with an unnatural, sickening stillness.
CRACK!
The Common Dream Gu upon Noah’s palm went rigid.
Its soft, golden interior weather vanished in a fraction of an instant, replaced by an ash-grey pallor. Its multifaceted eyes snapped wide open, dilating until they nearly tore through its translucent carapace. A shrill, soundless shriek ripped from the creature’s existence as its small, rounded body shriveled, cracking down the center until it was turned to a dry, brittle husk.
Before Noah could withdraw his authority, the decree reached into the cavern and gripped his own existence!
|WARNING.|
|The localized continuum has been infected by an Immense One’s sentence.|
|Existential Mandate: ETERNAL INSOMNIA.|
|Slumber is revoked. Reverie is severed. Consciousness is forced into an unbroken, infinite vigil across all folds.|
Existence vanished behind a blinding, jagged haze of absolute lucidity.
The attack was flooding his existence with a terrifying, suffocating rush of pure, forced wakefulness that crashed straight into the core of his soul.
Billions of years of accumulated purposefully made exhaustive sleeplessness poured into his mind in a single microsecond!
Billions of years!
He had only been alive for decades!
His eyes, already bright with the light of Sonder, flared with an incandescent, agonizing glare that threatened to incinerate his retinas. The concepts of rest, stillness, recovery, and quiet surrender were violently stripped from his consciousness, burned away by a relentless, crushing pressure that forced every perception, every thought, and every memory to stand at absolute attention amplified with exhaustion. The feeling of being so tired and hoping to give up and face endless darkness, but you couldnt!
Epochs of exhausting, ceaseless consciousness hammered against his sanity. His thoughts accelerated beyond control, grinding against one another with the heat of colliding Dimensions, unable to cycle down, unable to drift, unable to find a single moment of shade in an endless, blistering desert of awareness.
For THE Human Dreamer, whose very power was rooted in the fluid, boundless architecture of his humanity, the mandate struck at his foundational root.
His dream state fractured.
The gentle, undulating rivers of light within his Provenance Realm began to boil, turning into turbulent currents of jagged light. The blue-gold hills cracked open, bleeding pale steam as the concept of the Waking Dream was violently rejected by the suffocating insomnia choking the surroundings.
Noah fell to his knees against the coral slab.
Blood, thick and shimmering with stellar gold, dripped from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes, hissing as it struck the petrified stone. His fingers dug into the rock, gouging deep trenches into the calcified crust as his body trembled violently under the strain!
He could not breathe out. He could not find the rhythm of his own heart. Every nerve in his frame felt pulled taut across the surface of a dying star, stretched until the fibers groaned beneath the weight of an exhaustive eternity without sleep!
The decree was never aimed at him in particular, arriving merely as a casual flick of a distant finger, a minor punishment tossed out, yet it carried enough conceptual gravity to tear his Trueness apart from the inside out.
Within the illusory ring, an engineer vibrated violently, the voice of Atlas cutting through the deafening roar of Noah’s forced consciousness.
|Hold on to your foundation.|
|Do not fight the wakefulness by trying to sleep. You cannot sleep beneath the sentence of THE SLEEPLESS FIEND. He has forgotten how to close his eyes since before Existence was divided, and his mandate will crush any existence that tries to curl into a ball.|
Noah gritted his teeth. The pain inside his skull was absolute, an iron spike driven white-hot through the center of his thoughts, preventing even a microsecond of peace.
|A lifeform that has never broken believes it is made of solid stone. A lifeform that has had its marrow fractured, its thoughts burned, and its foundation hammered against the anvil of an architect knows the exact pressure the sky can exert before it bends. Pain is not an ending, O Chance of Chances. Pain is the continuum informing you of where your edges end.|
The ancient engineer’s words crashed into Noah’s suffering as an undeniable structural truth!
|Those who break beneath the friction are swept into the dust of forgotten folds. But those who can hold their shape while the heat strips their skin force the continuum to make room for them. Persevere, Dreamer. Persevere, and show this dead sky that a human does not need permission to exist.|
Persevere.
The word echoed in the depths of Noah’s burning mind, carrying the distant memory of an obsidian journal and the unyielding stubbornness of mortals who had dared to walk among giants.
He was THE True Human Emperor. He was THE Human Dreamer. He had cast out borrowed authorities, forged his own Provenance from nothing, and declared himself the protagonist of his own endless journey.
He would not be snuffed out by a thing that he had not even seen!
Noah raised his head, his pupils burning through the blinding haze of exhaustive insomnia with a cold, terrifying ferocity.
If the mandate demanded exhaustive eternal wakefulness, he would not cower and beg for sleep.
He would be awake.
He would take the ceaseless, agonizing consciousness that threatened to shatter his mind, and he would harness it to drive his own immensity!
HUUM!
Within his core, THE Telos of Adversity roared to life, burning with his Provenance!
The concept of struggle, the immutable law that pressure must forge density, erupted through his Existence. Alongside it, THE Telos of Existence and THE Telos of Tyranny aligned, locking together within his chest.
Noah opened the gates of his Provenance.
Instead of shielding himself from the Fiend’s mandate, he dragged the suffocating insomnia directly into his Telos of Adversity, feeding the conceptual rot into the furnace of his own sovereign laws.
The agony reached an unimaginable peak. His conceptual flesh tore, his veins blackened with the phantom exhaustion of billions of years, and the sheer trauma of the ordeal etched jagged, irreversible scars into the core of his foundation!
He paid for every second in raw, agonizing friction, his Veritas and Pondus groaning beneath the immense burden!
Yet, as the fire burned through his impurities, his foundation did not collapse.
It hardened.
|THE Telos of Adversity consumes the sovereign pressure of an Immense One’s sentence.|
|Your Provenance absorbs the trauma of ETERNAL INSOMNIA while never touching any semblance of the Narrative of an Immense One.|
|The concept of reverie is tempered in the forge of absolute wakefulness. Your Provenance is tempered in the wake of this exhaustion. If you can Dream even in this state, your dreams will be unfathomably grand ones.|
|VERITAS: 110 (+2)|
|PONDUS: 108 (+4)|
|PROVENANCE: 116 (+1)|
The blinding white haze gradually receded from his sight, leaving behind a cold, crystalline clarity that settled into the depths of his eyes.
The pain remained, a deep, phantom ache throbbing in the core of his thoughts, a permanent scar marking the day an architect tried to erase his right to dream. But Noah remained on his feet.
He slowly rose from the stone slab.
Around him, the hollow cavern bore the horrific evidence of the descent. The surrounding reef was drained of color, the fossilized coral brittle and crumbling, while outside in the depths of THE Tide, millions of leagues of stellar water festered in dark, diseased stillness. The mandate was still active, radiating across the Chrysalis, an active poison in the water!
Yet within the hollow, Noah stood upright.
His pristine body was marked by lines of dried golden blood, his dark hair disheveled, but his presence radiated an immovable weight that defied the rot pressing against the stone walls.
Atlas fell silent for a long moment, the illusory ring pulsing with a rare, quiet reverence.
|The mandate will linger in this region for cycles before the Chrysalis washes it clean. We must depart for a deeper fold. To engineer here while the air is poisoned will not be ideal.|
Noah looked down at his palm.
The Common Dream Gu lay curled in a tight, brittle ball, its carapace cracked, trembling violently beneath the ambient pressure of the insomnia that still choked the cavern. It was moments away from complete conceptual collapse.
Noah gently lowered his hand, his scarred, unyielding dream essence flowing outward, wrapping the small insect in a fortress of tempered warmth. Under his sovereign shelter, the Gu’s frantic trembling slowed, its fractured shell stabilizing beneath his absolute care.
Noah looked toward the dark, festering waters of THE Tide, his gaze steady and devoid of fear.
"The pressure here is heavy. The adversity is real. That makes it... the perfect forge."
...!
He placed the stabilized Dream Gu back into the center of his palm, his blue-gold pupils locking onto the small lifeform.
"In the midst of this adversity, I will complete my first Engineering!"
HUUM!
