Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3807

Chapter 3807: Fire III

Silence lingered.

Nine archways pulsed across the wall, crimson and gold, each a gateway into the next unknowable fold of the Labyrinth.

All eyes stared.

Master Hannibal stepped forward, his golden armor catching the layered glow of Authority as his footsteps echoed through the ruins of the shattered arena.

But instead of entering any of the arches, he turned.

Slowly.

His gaze didn’t land on the drinking Master Shen.

Not on the Primarchs.

But directly on Noah.

And then... Sigrid.

His stare wasn’t curious.

It was cold.

Heavy.

Disdainful.

To Hannibal, power had shape. Power had gravity. Power was earned through blood, through battle, through sacrifice.

So when he looked at Noah- at the calm smile, the easy posture, the flicker of amusement dancing in those crimson-gold eyes, something inside him ignited.

He hated those who wore confidence like armor but hadn’t bled enough to earn it.

False entitlement.

Empty bravado.

Was this man an Originus Venerant? No.

So why the hell did he look at him like they were equals?

Why did he act like he was part of the weavings of existence?

He was the Unbound Living Paradox.

He was the one who opened the path to this cursed, glorious Labyrinth from a key stemming from the anomaly.

But that was it.

At the end of the day, this being was still merely a piece on an unfathomably vast board.

Some pieces had influence and effected change, others were broken rather quickly.

He just didn’t know what kind of piece Noah was yet, but if he did know that if he were alone with this being, he would have long since dissected and devoured his existence.

After all, why wait for more Living Collapses to appear to kill him when he could have his unique weavings for himself?

"..."

So he made his choice as his voice echoed out.

"You two...will come with me. The rest of you can enter the other paths and see what lies beyond."

...!

The words froze the chamber.

Sigrid tilted her head, brows drawn as she frowned.

Noah?

He blinked once.

Then smiled wider.

And he replied...

"No thanks."

He shook his head slowly, already stepping forward.

"I’m vibing alot more with Master Shen over here. If an Originus Venerant from the Veiled Sunfolds is going to keep an eye on me and little Sigrid, we’ll go with him."

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded and bright.

"That shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

...!

A breath of silence.

Then,

"Hahahah!"

Master Shen let out a raucous laugh, his gourd tilting as he took a long swig and slapped his chest with pleasure.

"I’ll keep an eye on them, Hannibal. You explore without worry. The rest of you... don’t die!"

Tension cracked through the air as Noah moved speedily and stepped into a distant golden archway without waiting for permission. Shen followed, tucking away his gourd as he rushed after.

Sigrid stayed close, her steps steady beside Noah’s as they still remained tied together.

Behind them?

Hannibal remained still as his eyes flashed coldly, as of he was changing his plans.

Expression unreadable.

But his golden eyes... narrowed.

The light from the archway soon dulled, dimming until it faded completely into smooth, seamless wall.

...!

Master Hannibal frowned and strode forward, lifting one of his golden hammers and slamming it toward where the arch had been.

BOOM!

And... the crimson-gold floor barely shivered.

Not even a scratch.

The Labyrinth refused to yield. Its structure too complex to do anything against as not even his own awareness as an Originus Venerant could pass through these walls.

He turned with a clouded expression, gaze sweeping the remaining arches.

Eight still pulsed.

He moved towards one as he voiced out coldly.

"Enter in groups. Protect each other. There seem to be boundless possibilities here."

...!

Without another word, he stepped into the nearest archway and vanished.

The Primarchs of the Sunfolds exchanged glances, grouped together, and surged forward with excitement.

—

HUUMMMM...!

The golden archway sealed with a soft chime behind them, its light folding inward until all that remained was smooth crimson-gold stone.

And then, everything changed!

Noah stepped forward. Sigrid moved beside him. Master Shen followed a pace behind.

Their feet touched down, and the ground thrummed.

A vast world unfolded before them.

Contained, yet immeasurable.

A sealed garden seemingly stretching across a space the size of a world, its boundaries hidden by horizons of folded geometry and glowing light.

A soft breeze stirred the air.

But it didn’t carry wind.

It carried power.

Power radiating from the monstrous golden tree at the centernof this place.

Its bark gleamed like polished ore, laced with deep crimson veins of Living Origin Authority.

It stretched skyward, a thousand miles high, its crown vanishing into a dome of refracted gold.

Each branch was wide enough to cradle mountains.

And on nine of those branches spaced perfectly around the colossus of tree...

Nine massive magisterial treasure chests bloomed like celestial fruit.

Each the size of a city, pulsing with layered runes and humming with Living Origin Authority that sang a silent, sacred melody.

But the tree was not alone.

Beneath its radiant shadow...

Dozens upon dozens of Golems moved in deliberate, silent patrols all around.

They were different from the ones before.

Taller. Sleeker. Their forms shaped like ancient warriors cloaked in emerald-tinted armor. Their masks bore slanted runes, and their limbs pulsed with fluid, rhythmic light.

Above each head floated...

[Green Tier Living Origin Golem]

Noah’s gaze swept them quickly.

Green Tier.

An entire level above the base white-tier Golems that had slaughtered Primarchs.

Sigrid moved a little closer, instinct guiding her response to the shift in atmosphere.

Master Shen was stern and unfathomably serious at this scene as something alarmed him.

It wasn’t the tree or the Golems, or even the chests blooming like puzzles across the sky-bound branches.

No.

It was the sky.

High above, circling with grotesque stillness, loomed a crimson-gold mass with wings and writhing tendrils.

It pulsed. It breathed. It bled corruption- its bloated form swollen like an overfed heart, marked with jagged glyphs and stitched folds of light that broke every rule of logic.

Existential distortions swirled around it.

And among those ripples...

Eighteen treasure chests, each twice the size of the ones on the golden tree, floated in solemn orbit around the beast like offerings to a tyrant.

And then, the sky ignited.

Blazing orange runes carved themselves into space above the entity, each one hissing with malice, warning, and death.

[Orange Tier Imitation Mutated Inevitability]

...!

Noah’s pupils contracted the moment he saw such a name!

Mutated Inevitability.

The words echoed through his chest like a plunge into ice.

Something from Sigrid’s story!

The ones that chased the Creature through broken threads and fractured time...at an age extremely distant from here!

And now?

One floated above him..