Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3783

Chapter 3783: Sin III

Existence narrowed.

The battlefield bent.

The war of Primarchs and impossibility thundered around me like a dying storm, but I no longer listened. My gaze was fixed, cold and unwavering, upon the obsidian-gold mass that had killed me twice and sought to make it permanent.

The Living Collapse.

My form blurred, layers of Lattices knitting tighter. I released all restraint, letting the Wheel of Existence within me spin.

Letting the Autognosis Living Engine within me hum to life.

It was not a roar.

It was not a scream.

It was a quiet, resonant thrum.

The kind of vibration that rewrote laws without asking permission.

Within my Existence, True Sources began to move.

Infinity.

The Singed.

Paradox Genesis bloomed.

Not as a technique. Not as a spell.

As a Quintessential inevitability.

The union was seamless, as though the contradiction had never existed.

And in the crucible of fusion, in the engine meant to kill wonders and rewrite monsters, it happened once more.

A flame rose.

Blue-gold, layered in spirals of broken time and burning contradictions.

|The Living True Sources of the Singed and Infinity have undergone a temporary union once again in the Autognosis Living Engine.|

|The Transient Paradoxical Living True Source of Ember Eternum has been born once again.|

...!

The flames didn’t burn the air.

They burned the meanings behind it.

Wheels of Existence, countless of them, spun around me gloriously.

I became a paradox set ablaze.

A Living True Source forged of fusion... and sin.

An Unbound Living Paradox.

Because only someone like me could Paradoxically Amalgamate True Sources and make them Living.

Only someone like me could fuse them.

And so I did.

Was all this...truly a sin?

That question echoed as the flames wrapped around my being.

I no longer walked.

I floated.

I did not step.

I bloomed.

Blue-gold fires curled around my limbs, each flicker trailing the death of causality and the birth of something stranger.

I existed as a flame- one that burned across contradictory infinities.

A flame that could not be extinguished, not unless one snuffed out millions of paradoxical timelines simultaneously.

The world around me shimmered.

Fold Dwellers paused mid-flight before they surged out to continue their assault relentlessly against this boss monster whose health values continued to drop.

|525,666/999,999|

They were putting in the work.

The Living Collapse...focused.

Then moved.

Faster than sound, faster than thought- blazing Collapse Lattices shrieked toward me once more.

And this time?

I did not dodge.

I met them.

Head-on.

BOOOOM!

An explosion of collapsed truth and paradoxical fire lit the battlefield like a second sun tearing open a dying sky.

I held.

My body staggered, blue-gold flames flickering.

But I held.

I emerged from the fading dust and light as my status flickered into clarity, flames wreathing the frame.

I...did not die!

[Ember Eternum State – Transient Fusion Form]

Name: Noah Osmont – Unbound Living Paradox

Form: Ember Eternum (Transient)

Current Living True Source Fusion: Infinity + The Singed

CQ(Temporary, not displaying compressed):: 600,000 | PQ(Temporary, not displaying compressed) :: 600,00

Existential Health Stability: 725,000 / 850,000

Total True Absolute Existential Resistance: 100%

Current State: Temporarily embodying all Lattices as Ember Eternum Lattices

Anchor States Remaining: 98 / 100

All my Existential Dimensional Lattices...were turned into Ember Eternum Lattices!

I burned with glorious purpose.

The flames hissed as I raised my gaze again, my tone flat, unyielding. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Why," I asked the Living Collapse far ahead who was already moving coldly while Fold Dwellers surged around it, my voice crackling with the heat of paradox, "is it a sin?"

Why was it a sin?!

The question burned.

Not in desperation.

Not in hope.

It was simple.

A thread of inquiry wrapped in the silence of flame.

"Because everything must die."

"Everything born must die. All things must end. Wheels of Existence. Lifeforms. That is the truth from which the Folds were born. From which Existence was given meaning."

"To anchor oneself in Existence is to deny the end. To resist entropy not as a phase, but as a finality. That is the Sin. That is why you must die."

The air fractured, then fell silent.

The smoke of paradox cleared...

And there it was.

Still standing.

Still breathing ruin.

But damaged.

I blinked.

The number updated.

| Living Collapse — 111,935 / 999,999 |

...!

Even it could bleed.

Even inevitability could stagger.

I stood taller.

Blue-gold flames licking across my shoulders, paradox and infinity flowing through my veins like wildfire and starlight.

The Living Collapse had offered its answer.

And in a way...

It was good.

Too good.

Because for the first time, I believed it might truly think itself righteous.

Everything must die.

But what if something could survive?

What if I could?

I smiled slowly, eyes narrowing.

Not in arrogance.

In challenge.

Because I understood now:

To the Living Collapse, I was not just an enemy.

I was a heresy.

And heresies?

They’re never simply defeated.

They’re erased.

But I wasn’t afraid.

Because I wasn’t fighting for life.

I was fighting for the right to defy its end.

"Then come," I said, flames pulsing, arms raised.

"Try again."

And I launched forward- blue gold flames igniting the air behind me.

Because even if everything must die...

I had 98 more chances to teach it why I wouldn’t!