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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5721: Reflections I
Chapter 5721: Reflections I
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The fine grey ash rested in a small, solitary heap upon the starlight slab, undisturbed by the slow currents of liquid luminescence that filtered through the cracks of the petrified reef as the heavy concepts of Weight and Memory pressed against the outer stone.Noah sat cross-legged before the remains, his left forearm resting upon his knee as his breathing remained measured and steady.
The skin of his limb was whole once more, gleaming with a smooth, unblemished clarity as the boundless vitality of Infinite Sanguine Mana finished knitting the scorched pathways and shattered meridians back into seamless alignment.
Yet Noah did not immediately reach into his existence for the third Common Dream Gu.
He did not rush. He wanted to understand the reason for the failure.
He turned his perception inward, reviewing the sequence through the lens of his Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis and the foundational behavior of his Sanguine arts as the pathways of his meridians hummed with absolute vitality.
The Osmontian Tongue was his imperial dialect. The letter PROTAGONIST did not merely occupy space; it asserted an absolute, unyielding thematic supremacy over every concept it touched. It was a sovereign word that demanded the absolute center of the stage.
The Common Dream Gu, by contrast, was a fragile, unadorned creature. Its entire existence was built upon a simple, wordless reverie of warmth, soft silk, and being left alone to drift!
When Noah forced the terrifying weight of PROTAGONIST into its core, the insect possessed none of the conceptual tensile strength required to anchor the sentence. The carrier had cracked, dried, and dissolved into cinders within a microsecond, leaving the unleashed narrative with nowhere to ground itself except the meat of his own arm.
"It is letter that was too heavy for the insect," Noah said.
|Mmm, it was too heavy,| Atlas replied through the metal. |A common insect carries the weight of a common life. If you want to write an absolute decree, you either find a rare existence that has the spine to bear it, or you learn how to whisper before you scream. Frugality, Dreamer. You do not burn an entire forest to cook one fish.|
Noah nodded faintly.
Then, his focus shifted across the continuum.
While his main body remained anchored upon the starlight slab in the depths of THE Tide of THE Chrysalis, Noah sent his consciousness to another body that was receiving a confirmation.
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<The Vasiliou Elseworld>
The sky above Vasileia remained choked with pale, drifting debris as the shattered remnants of the mountain drifted listlessly through the void.
The magnificent golden terraces were reduced to broken mounds and tumbled pillars, the air thick with the stench of ruptured Provenances as the survivors huddled in the shadows of their fallen splendor.
Aurelius Vasiliou sat upon the broken pedestal of what had once been the lineage’s central archive. The stoic patriarch was bowed, his golden hair matted with dried blood, coughing violently as fractions of his damaged Provenance evaporated from his chest in pale mist.
Beside him, Thalia Vasiliou knelt amidst the rubble of the twelfth stand, her hands glowing with faint, desperate light as she tried to stabilize him!
Her face was pale, the graceful composure she usually maintained strained to its absolute limit as the weight of an unpayable debt pressed down upon her shoulders.
Noah stepped forward, his eyes scanning the shattered horizon before turning toward the wounded patriarch.
He offered no comfort and spoke no words of false sympathy, stepping directly before Aurelius as his voice cut through the weeping of the lineage with cold clarity.
"Did THE UNPAID COLLECTOR enter the Vasiliou Elsedimension before?"
The question dropped onto the broken stone like an iron weight.
Thalia froze, her hands pausing above the elder’s chest as she looked up at Noah.
Aurelius stopped coughing. The patriarch slowly raised his head.
Then, Aurelius let out a ragged, bitter breath.
"He did," Aurelius said, his voice scraping like stones grinding in the dark. "Eons ago. When the agreement regarding Thalia was made to secure his backing. The lineage signed the pact, and to seal the records, THE UNPAID COLLECTOR was allowed here. He stood upon our central terrace for less than an hour, drank our wine, praised the design of our mountain, and departed."
Aurelius lowered his trembling hands, his knuckles turning white.
"We thought the transaction was concluded. We believed the walls of an Elsedimension were absolute."
"They are absolute," Noah replied, "Unless you invite the butcher through the front gate."
The patriarch offered no defense. He looked down at the shattered terrace beneath his boots, the horrifying realization of his lineage’s complicity in their own slaughter settling around him.
The Vasiliou had purchased their own doom the moment they invited an architect past their boundary, rendering any outside siege entirely unnecessary.
Noah did not linger to watch the patriarch drown in his regret.
With a single thought, he took his focus back to the depths of THE Tide.
—
Noah opened his eyes in the cavern of petrified coral.
The seed was real. Atlas’s answer held true.
An Elsedimension was not flawed by its inherent design; it was compromised only when its master allowed an outside architect to leave tracks in the marrow of its foundation. A domain that had never admitted an architect, a space completely untainted by the weavings of Those Who Remain, was genuinely unfindable and impregnable.
His grand design for his people was structurally sound.
Noah closed his eyes and turned his intent inward, reaching across the dimensional folds straight into the core of THE Infiniverse.
’Finish the layers of different realms of Elsedimension,’ Noah commanded, his voice echoing across the boundless conceptual expanse of his origin. ’And prepare to receive... Provenance Lifeforms.’
The response from THE Infiniverse arrived immediately.
|Yes, Master.|
THE Infiniverse spoke within his existence.
|Also, I’ve locked down weavings of Laestrygonians and have begun pulling them as apart from Damodred, many more will soon be with us. THE Tide That Owes Nothing has continued to accumulate its boons as I am using it slowly.|
Noah listened to the report, feeling the immense, silent momentum of his home expanding beneath the surface of reality as his Infinite Sanguine Mana cycled with steady brilliance!
