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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5772: Condition!
Chapter 5772: Condition!
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Noah breathed heavily, and his existence drank on!More and more of the rivers poured into him, and he had a word for them now, or nearly one. Negative Immensity.
That was what these endless currents of snow carried, slivers of it, the power the hollow Night Lifeforms had wielded against him, the thing that let them render their shapes and bend reality so terribly inside their bounds.
It was Immensity turned inside out, hollowed and cold, and it was flowing into his Root without pause.
His existence buzzed with the possibilities of it. One had risen first. He had taken it, and ten had risen. He had taken them, and now the question remained. How many more were about to rise?
His Root did not feel finished drinking. Not yet. He could feel it, still reaching, still swallowing the winter, still not done becoming whatever it was becoming. He looked down, past his own feet, across the endless frozen underworld to the seated ranks below.
"Motherfucker..."
He could not help the curse.
Because down below, the largest pillar of all had begun to move. The hollow figure of the dead Immense One, the one who had sat with his palms raised and the rivers of the winter pouring endlessly out of them, was rising from his seat! His blank eyes, empty of all life, lifted from the frozen river and came around, up, across the whole vast dark, and settled directly on Noah.
Noah looked back at it. He had only wanted to keep drinking. That was all. But nothing was ever made simple, and it never would be!
He shook his head, and his voice boomed out across the frozen dark.
"Now this is just ridiculously unfair. I could face the other ones. But you, getting up right now? There is not even a need to fight."
Yes.
He could feel the pressure of the thing, and it was not a pressure he could stand against. This was the Immense One whose corpse, out in external existence, had given rise to a record of Lucy herself. Whatever stood here in the frozen dark was beyond him. There was no version of this fight that Noah won!
The massive figure of the Overseeing One rose into the air, blank-eyed and vast, and it spoke..
"Existence... is rarely fair," it said.
"Immense Ones have stood before lesser lifeforms who had no power, who could do nothing to defend themselves, and they have done to them whatever they wished. Others across existence have done whatever they wished and ended countless lives. That was unfair. It happened anyway. Across existence, countless unfair things occur every single minute." The hollow gaze held him. "So why can existence not be unfair to you?"
HUUM!
Why could existence not be unfair to him.
The words were heavy and suffocating!
The massive figure rose higher, and seas of coldness surged up around it and began to turn, rotating slowly around the risen titan like stellar galaxies of pure winter, vast wheels of white and blue circling a dead thing that could unmake him with a thought.
Noah looked on coldly, and he thought.
He turned over every possibility he had, every move, every art, every scrap of what he had become, and the honest answer was that there was not much. Not against this. But the dead thing had not struck him. It had risen, and it had spoken, and it had not struck, and that meant something.
A thing that meant to kill him would have killed him. This one wanted something else, and where there was a want, there was a door.
So Noah thought about everything he had learned, every sliver of knowledge he had drunk from the endless cold, and he found the shape of a question, and he asked it grandly.
"Existence can always be unfair to me," Noah said. "I will take it as it comes. But this is not simply unfairness, is it? I have understood something, drinking all of this. This endless cold of the Long Night is a natural selection, laid across everything in existence. It is the arrival of pain and accountability."
His incandescent eyes did not waver. "So why. Why do you try to stop me from taking it?"
...!
He had to ask, because he could feel his Root transforming, feel it nearly there, nearly done with whatever it was making of him. Nearly. But not quite!
The hollow Night Lifeform drifted until it came level with him, blank eyes to incandescent ones, and it answered.
"This power is intended to apply pressure across a slovenly and corpulent existence," it said, "and to rectify many wrongs. You cannot take it unless you agree to do what it intends. Kill the viruses plaguing existence, and allow existence to thrive. That is the condition of THE LONG NIGHT."
...!
A condition.
To take this power, he had to agree to a condition!
To kill what plagued existence, and let existence thrive. Noah held that, and a piece of a much larger puzzle turned over in his mind, because now he understood, or thought he did, why Lucy had risen from the Overseeing One’s corpse out in external existence and planted a dense forest of frozen worlds across the ruin. The cold did not only kill. It cleared ground. It killed the rot and made room for new things to grow.
Noah thought about it for only a moment.
"Existence is vast, and it is full of terrors," he said. "I can accept a condition to cleanse existence."
WAA!
And the moment the words left him, the underworld answered.
All across the endless frozen expanse, every seated figure that stretched away past the limits of sight, countless blank-eyed hollow things, raised their heads at once. Every hollow gaze turned upward and found Noah, all of them, in the same instant, and every one of them spoke together, in a single flat voice that rolled across the frozen dark like a tide.
|So it shall be.|
...!
HUUM!
The hollow Immense One clenched its fist.
And in the next moment, the frozen wasteland rose to answer the pact!
Existential Conduits erupted from all around, from the frozen rivers and the glacial stone and the drifting dark, great pillars of them filled with white-blue frost, and they came swirlng up around Noah’s figure, encircling him, wheeling slowly like the galaxies of cold that turned around the dead titan!
And from those Conduits, tendrils lashed out. Potent, pure, brilliant white-blue, they whipped through the frozen air and fastened onto him, one driving into his chest, others onto his arms, his legs, his limbs, fixing him in the center of the swirling pillars.
And through those tendrils, the purest slivers of Negative Immensity he had yet touched began to pour into his existence.
The pain was ten times worse!
It was beyond the Yali’s, beyond the ten, beyond anything he had swallowed so far, a flood of pure hollowed cold driven straight into the core of him, and Noah’s whole existence seized under it.
But his Root did not falter!
For the first time since he had reached out and pulled the winter into himself, his Root stopped feeling as though it might cease. It stabilized. In the middle of the worst pain he had ever known, the always-turning heart of him steadied, took hold, and began, once again, to pulse. And with each pulse it transformed his existence, the way it had transformed him once before in the dark.
Gradually, the excruciating agony began to plateau. And then, past the plateau, it changed. The burning of the cold cooled into something else, a deep and steady coolness that was not pain at all, spreading through him from the Root outward.
His Osmontian Chorionic Gonadotropin grew heavy, and vast, and grand!
And it accepted The Long Night, fully, wholeheartedly, drawing the endless winter into itself and making it, at last, a part of what he was!
