Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3806

Chapter 3806: Fire II

Noah stood in quiet contemplation, the echoes of Sigrid’s story still etched beneath his skin.

The Living Origin.

The Living Paradox.

The Living Concept.

Each one seemed ancient, unknowable, absolute. Each one defining truths buried deeper than the very scaffolding of Existence.

And now, Mana!

The engine of action. The force that turned potential into presence.

He closed his eyes.

And for the first time since waking in this Labyrinth, he let himself sink inward.

Past the radiant lattice of his Runic Battle Mage Garden.

Beyond the spirals of glowing Sigils and the layered vines of Origin energy.

Beneath the pulsing True Sources, orbiting like distant stars around his Living Wheel.

He dove deeper.

Into the still, quiet core of his being.

There, waiting like an ocean beneath the foundation of who he was...lay Mana.

It didn’t surge. Didn’t roar.

It simply... existed.

An endless sea of brilliant blue stretching beyond comprehension, like omniverses caught in slumber. Tranquil. Endless. Silent.

Noah’s inner gaze drifted over its surface.

He stared at it the way someone might look upon a sleeping titan

He looked as if he expected this mana to gain cognizence and begin speaking right after.

But the sea didn’t answer.

No awareness. No voice echoing through his mind like the Living Concept in Sigrid’s tale.

Just silence.

And yet...

When his will gently brushed its depths, two of his True Sources stirred in answer.

Infinity.

Manadynamics.

The first poured limitlessness into the stillness.

The second shaped it, fine-tuned its ripples with precision, responding to even the slightest shift of thought.

He exhaled slowly, grounding himself as his awareness returned to the living world of the Labyrinth.

Eyes open and senses keen as what remained of the tale of the Creature danced in the back of his mind.

Ahead, Master Hannibal approached the first of nine crimson-gold treasure chests, the silence broken only by the hum of Living Origin Authority resonating through the chamber.

Noah’s gaze focused.

Without looking at Sigrid, he spoke softly, his voice laced with Living Origin so only she could hear.

"If more of that story, about the Creature- comes to you... tell me. Okay?"

...!

Sigrid blinked, startled.

Then nodded once, her eyes lit with quiet brightness. "Mmm."

To Noah, it wasn’t just a story. Sigrid’s eyes were hazy with complex thoughts.

Together, they stepped forward, their strides syncing as Hannibal reached the first chest.

The lid creaked open with a low hum, releasing a soft flood of light like a sunrise rising from within.

All eyes turned.

A perfect white orb floated upward from the chest’s center, suspended by threads of visible Authority humming with runic resonance.

A golden string of text formed beside it.

[White Tier Living Origin Tear]:: A Tear of unfathomable origins that allows for the beginning of many things. Absorbing this Tear grants +10 Resistance Archetype Points.

...!

A breathless murmur passed through the chamber.

Even the Primarchs leaned forward.

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

To gain ten raw Resistance Archetype Points, from a single Tear?

It was the equivalent to what 10% True Absolute Existential Resistance granted as that was a hard thing to attain!

Master Hannibal extended his hand, slow and unshaken. The orb sank into his palm, melting into his skin with a soft shimmer.

No hesitation.

No celebration.

Only intent.

Then, without a word, he moved toward the next chest.

At that moment, Master Shen entered, his gourd swinging lazily at his hip and a sharp light flickering in his eyes.

He tilted his head toward the next chest.

"Planning to take all of them for yourself, Hannibal?" Shen asked, voice casual but not without edge.