Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3811

Chapter 3811: Bright II

Silence.

He loved silence amidst advancement the most!

Noah stood amidst the ruins of scorched roots and shattered stone, surrounded by the still-smoking remnants of battle. The area where the forest once stood was now reduced to blackened ash and molten bark.

Above him, glowing words etched themselves across the air in shimmering runes.

|+15 Resistance Archetype Points|

A soft crimson-gold pulse followed as the authority from the notification surged into his body.

Noah didn’t speak.

He only watched.

He should have had fifty points left.

But now...90

The 25% increase in Origin Resistance he’d unlocked had granted him an unexpected return.

A rare return of +25 Points, and now an additional +15 from these Golems!

His lips curled faintly.

If he continued this, catching up to the points of Originus Venerant entities...would not be a dream.

Even though right now, with an average of 400-500 points to spare, Entities like Master Shen, Hannibal, and Etheopa were far ahead, and they may keep their leads as they can likely shred through Green Tier Living Origin Golems and even possibly the Imitation Mutated Inevitability!

So he had to work even harder if he wanted to bridge this gap.

In the depths of his being, he felt the impact immediately- his Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient accelerating like stars collapsing into new heights.

He was getting ever closer to the 600,000 point that looked like it might have taken a whole week or more normally!

By the time he raised his head again, the glowing cage of vines that had enclosed him crumbled into dust, fading away into green-gold motes of dissolved authority.

Sigrid rushed toward him immediately, her expression complex.

She didn’t speak.

Just stood beside him.

Then came the steady steps of Master Shen approaching with a stern face.

His eyes swept over the aftermath, his gourd still in hand.

"This Labyrinth is vast," he muttered. "The opportunities here... are absurd."

He drank.

"I’ll be targeting another region of this place."

Noah didn’t speak yet.

Master Shen continued, "But outside, my other body is already moving. Hannibal’s situation is being... managed."

Then he looked directly at the two of them.

"It’s still my duty to protect you two," he said bluntly. "So don’t try to run off. Otherwise..."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"...what will you do if you meet Hannibal alone?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He lifted the gourd again and drank, no smile on his face.

Right after, green-gold waves of light erupted from beneath his feet. From his back, a pair of gleaming wings unfurled- sharp, radiant constructs of Living Origin Authority.

Then, without another word....

BOOM!

He launched skyward, shooting toward another region of the vast world-sized Labyrinth.

Noah watched him vanish into the distance, on the other side of the tree!

Beside him, Sigrid’s breathing steadied.

The silence returned once more.

Since the cage had crumbled, Noah looked further ahead. Where more Golems waited.

And above...where an Inevitability waited even more!

With sharp eyes, he couldnt help but turn to Sigrid and ask.

"Anymore memories? Anything about the story of the Creature?"

...!

A hopeful question. But...

Sigrid shook her head.

And Noah gave a light nod with a smile while patting her head as he stepped ahead.

"Then for now, lets make some progress..."

Crimson gold flames surge around him as he was ever curious to see just how many more boons could be obtained from this place!

If the Key from Sigrid led here...why? What connection did it have to the Loom? And what place would the key he held born from Hell Terra Firma lead to? There were many questions, and not enough answers!

—

Somewhere Else within the Living Origin Labyrinth...

It was a realm unlike any other.

A sealed domain where the seas shimmered not with water, but with Living Origin itself. Endless tides of crimson gold rolled calmly beneath clouds of the same shade, each droplet and vaporous wisp humming with the thrum of complexity.

It was serene.

Alive.

And at its center floated a man.

His skin glowed like polished suns, golden and unblemished, as though no scar, no fault, no blemish had ever dared form on him. His eyes were closed, but behind their lids... danced thousands of runes.

The runes of Beginning. Of Origin.

He was still.

Weightless.

Yet the air around him warped. Threads of complexity coiled and uncoiled around his frame like serpents of destiny, responding to his very presence.

The Living Origin Authority didn’t just flow through him.

It lived in him.

It breathed in him.

He was not a guest of the Labyrinth!

Suddenly...

HUUM!

Light surged in the distant clouds. A burst of spiraling brilliance unfolded above him as a creature appeared.

Small.

Winged.

Feminine in form, with flowing red-gold hair and eyes like spinning runes.

She was only a few inches tall, yet the power radiating from her frame would silence entire Domains.

The man opened his eyes calmly.

"Labyrinth Guider," he greeted.

The fairy-like being nodded solemnly and spoke with a voice like chiming bells.

"O Origin Descendant... new creatures have entered. From the Folds under the shade of the Living Paradox."

...!

A faint crease appeared between the Origin Descendant’s brows.

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he turned slightly, raising a single hand.

Around him, the crimson-gold clouds stirred.

"The Labyrinth," he finally said, "does not make mistakes. If it allowed their entry... even creatures related to Paradox have their place."

The Labyrinth Guider hovered a little closer as she nodded and continued.

"Most are average. A few... Originus Venerant-level beings. Their Complexity and Purity are respectable, but not extraordinary. Some have already stumbled into the Imitation Inevitabilities. More continue to die."

WAA!

"...As expected," the Origin Descendant murmured.

His voice was soft. Deeper than the sky. Calmer than sleep.

"Against Imitations," he continued, "even they will fall. Unless..."

He looked to the havens.

"...unless their Origin is true. Clear. Undoubted."

The Labyrinth Guider tilted her head.

"You believe one or two might qualify?"

She asked, and he answered with a sense of skepticism.

"If even a few of them begin to touch their real Beginning... then yes. It is enough."

...!

And then, he waved his hand and showed his palm.

No words.

Just intention.

Before him, the crimson-gold clouds parted to form a perfect platform of golden light. On it spun nine miniature Wheels of Existence...inside a Garden.

A Garden on his palm that looked to be inches wide and light years at the same time.

Inside each of the Wheels of Existence in the Garden?

The pulse of life itself could be felt. Wheels that had never undergone Breakings, on the palm of his hand!

In each wheel, countless strands of frequencies swirled- each one a nascent reality, brimming with unborn life.

The Origin Descendant gazed upon them.

His expression unreadable.

And he whispered to no one in particular as he shook his head.

"Existence continues to be unfair. Brutal. Many are dying, and many more will die in its weavings. Living Paradox, just like in the Stories of the Earliest Folds, continues to cause issues. At the end of the day...is it simply and truly...inevitable?"

...!

The Wheels kept spinning.

And the Labyrinth breathed.

—

The roar of crushed bark echoed under his steps.

Noah surged upward along the massive, winding roots of the Tree, each one thicker than canyons, the curvature of its trunk like the bones of a titan. Forests thrived atop the root-lines. Valleys of leaves. Groves of ancient origins.

And above—treasure.

He could feel it. Amidst his calculations and tyranny. He could feel it!

He breathed in as he loved even the air of this place.

The True Source of Loot within his core shimmered in anticipation.

Behind him, Sigrid remained grounded, watching, her hands clenched at her sides and her eyes glowing brighter than ever.

And in front of him?

Twelve.

Twelve Green Tier Living Origin Golems burst forth from hidden groves ahead and beside him. Their bodies were forged from stone laced with living runes, burning emerald veins of condensed existence pumping through their limbs.

One bore the form of a spearman inscribed with [Warden of Roots].

Another wielded two blazing fists and bore the brand of [Thorned Reaper].

Others had names—[Forest Devourer], [Emerald Sentinel], [Grove Enforcer].

All of them radiated Living Origin Authority.

But Noah?

He cracked his neck.

And stepped into motion.

"Let’s dance."

BOOM!

The first one lunged with an earthen spear, its runes buzzing as Noah ducked low beneath the arc, planting his foot and twisting into a brutal upward strike.

A golden rune flared over his fists.

[Runic Origin Hand-to-Hand Combat] pulsed in his veins.

He was testing out the capabilities of this Garden to the fullest extent as the ability of hand to hand combat was a unique one, where his muscles felt like they remembered movements forged for hundreds of years.

Every motion was a weapon.

Every blow, an execution.

|Your attacks now scale with Living Origin Energy. Runic Emblems reinforce your joints, granting passive reactive ignition runes on contact. Runic momentum increases with successive hits.|

Runes, runes, and more runes. They seemed closely connected with Origin itself!

With this ability...

He didn’t need spells.

He was the spell.

CRACK!

A punch smashed into a Golem’s leg- an eruption of crimson gold detonation runes erupted from impact. The limb blew backward in a spiral of stone and blood-light.

The other Golems rushed.

Three from the left.

One above.

Four behind.

Noah moved like a beam of crimson gold light.

He twisted around a flanking Golem’s punch, catching its wrist, and branding it.

The [Origin Rune Brand] triggered.

A whisper.

Then...

BOOM!

The branded rune on its forearm exploded, sending cascading eruptions down the length of its torso.

Its limbs trembled.

Noah was already airborne, riding the explosion like a step-stone as his foot came crashing down onto the cracked core of another Golem’s chest.

Runes sparked.

Fire surged.

CRASH!

A wave of crimson gold fire detonated outward, fracturing bark-like armor.

Another punch.

Another strike.

He caught a spear mid-lunge, twisting it around, stabbing it back into its wielder’s head, and then leapt forward as he slammed both palms into the earth.

BOOM!

Flames erupted in every direction.

One by one, the Golems shattered.

Six down.

Seven.

Eight.

The remaining four tried to retreat, and yet Noah shot forward with [Runic Origin Flame Aura] surging around him, igniting every step with crackling firelight.

He didn’t stop.

Elbows.

Knees.

Headbutts laced with runes.

Every strike was layered in Origin!

Every scream of the Golems was the hymn of their death.

One final Golem grabbed him from behind.

He let it.

Only to drop his weight and twist viciously like a sumo wrestler.

CRUNCH!

He shattered its grip and his own hand dislocated from the violent motion.

BZZT!

He snapped it back into place with one hand, his eyes filled with savage fire of brilliance!

Then, as the last Golem limped toward him, he raised his finger like a gun.

"Boom."

The branded rune on its core of existence flashed.

And detonated.

Sigrid gasped from below, her eyes wide with awe as if she were watching a grand show.

High above the world tree’s titanic trunk, Noah stood surrounded by smoking rubble, fractured soil, and broken golemic limbs.

Still as a statue.

Breathing calmly.

And smiling.

Fighting with all parts of his body was a unique experience!

The flames curled behind him like wings as he turned toward the glittering crimson gold chest nestled in the crook of the tree.

The Treasure.

The flames in his body howled with resonance.

His True Source of Loot burned with longing.

The time had come.

—

Somewhere far above...

Past walls woven of pure Authority, across firmaments made from layers of interlocked Living Origin lattices, there existed a hidden region.

It was a domain of threads.

Millions of crimson-gold strands shimmered in every direction, each humming with layered resonance.

Each thread was a path.

A fate.

A beginning.

A treasure.

And among them hovered a single presence- no larger than a child’s hand, but pulsing with existential clarity.

The Labyrinth Guider.

The crimson-winged fairy.

Her body shimmered with fractal filigree, eyes wide and unblinking as she floated through the lattice of threads. She moved like silence itself, light and reverent, touching nothing... until she stopped.

Her fingers closed around one glowing string.

It buzzed with chaotic intensity, its frequency shifting.

"...?"

She tilted her head, inspecting the string as it pulsed. At the end of this particular thread was a treasure chest- one of the many buried within the Labyrinth.

A chest nestled in the crook of the titanic World Tree.

Inside the glowing panel hovering just above it, a scene played out in real-time.

A being with a crimson-gold aura was nearing the chest, flames wrapped around his form like obedient specters. His movements were precise, eyes clear, steps silent with purpose.

She blinked once.

Then frowned faintly.

"...Huh."

The Labyrinth Guider drew the thread upward slowly, inspecting its tail end where the probability runes flickered. Normally, all outcomes were prewritten. Balanced.

But this one?

It was actively shifting.

The chest’s reward was... changing.

Drifting toward a more favorable outcome. Not by outside influence. Not by interference.

But by the very presence of the one approaching it.

As though his Origin demanded it.

As if it rewrote probabilities just by being close.

The Guider looked closely, parsing the runic tremors.

"A somewhat unique Origin..."

Her voice was soft.

Untroubled.

She tilted her head again, wings flickering behind her.

Then she gently released the thread.

Letting it fall back into place.

For now, she would only watch.

High above the scorched valleys of the Origin Tree.

Noah stood still before the treasure chest nestled in the root-socketed platform.

The golden bark beneath his feet radiated quiet heat. The air was laced with static, carrying faint reverberations of Origin Authority.

His True Source of Loot simmered with anticipation.

Far below...

Sigrid’s form pulsed with glowing crimson-gold waves.

The nodes she had unlocked across her Exclusive Living Origin Garden Archetype: Mother of Origin shimmered across her being. Runes trailed like falling petals behind her.

Her knees bent once.

And with a single leap- no wings, no aid- she soared.

BOOM!

Her body tore through the air in an arc of Origin brilliance before landing softly behind Noah, her breathing steady, her presence subdued.

Noah, without turning, reached forward.

And opened the chest.

HUUMMMMM!

The lid rose.

From within, blinding light spilled out, pure and untouched. It wasn’t aggressive...it was welcoming.

A radiance of Beginnings.

From this brilliance, two glowing green spheres floated upward, their forms pulsing with harmonic resonance. Beside them, a third item hovered.

A constantly shifting cube. Its edges never held a shape longer than a heartbeat.

A rune flared in Noah’s vision.

[Green Tier Living Origin Tear]

A Tear of unfathomable origins that allows for the beginning of many things. Absorbing this Tear grants +30 Resistance Archetype Points.

[Green Tier Living Origin Tear]

A Tear of unfathomable origins that allows for the beginning of many things. Absorbing this Tear grants +30 Resistance Archetype Points.

[Breakthrough Cube of the Beginning] :: A tool of mild existential frustration and cheating. Formed from the complaint of a million beings halted at bottlenecks. It senses what you cannot do and kindly- violently- makes it possible. When applied, it allows expansion beyond your limit, but whispers in your ear... "You didn’t really deserve it."

...!

Noah reached out, catching the green tears first. Cool, weightless, and radiant.

The cube dropped into his palm like a living question mark. It vibrated constantly, shifting between platonic shapes and absurd configurations, sometimes resembling a spoon.

Behind him, Sigrid drew closer.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the items.