Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3815

Chapter 3815: Everything II

Far away from the still-scorched domain of the Labyrinth and its dwindling embers of aftermath, another body of Noah stirred within the boundless expanse of the Infiniverse Crucible.

In the depths of the rapidly expanding Infiniverse Wheel of Existence!

Here, the sky no longer wept vibrant stellar rain.

Here, the war of purity and complexity never ceased.

He experienced all of this as he couldn’t help but compare and enjoy the sensation between the body here and the body in the Labyrinth.

Above, impossibly bright banners of True Sources flowed through Existence like painted rivers.

Continuity, Manadynamics, Entropy, Dreams, Prana, and more- each source bloomed with more brilliance than the last, their weavings thick and unruly as they blanketed this True Frequency with ceaseless Authority.

Beneath those shifting havens, hundreds of the most powerful from the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence were locked in constant battles.

From Erikson to the Emperor Penguin, all the way to the records of Commander Feng and Oppenheimer!

Their True Sources burned furiously.

Their spirits howled.

And yet, when death came, it did not linger.

The moment Existence was shattered, they fell once more from the distant skies, wrapped in a green lotus of Continuity, reborn!

And they returned stronger.

More complex. More pure.

Floating in the center of it all, Noah hovered like a still constellation at the center of everything.

Crimson-gold robes etched with the layered runes of every True Source he had mastered fluttered around him, untouched by wind. His gaze was calm, his presence imperial.

The sheer weight of his Complexity and Purity had already surpassed common Primarchs. He felt many things.

But one of them was...

’Why do I feel like a Villain?’

...!

He felt both the True Sources of the Hero and Villain buzz due to what he was currently doing!

With one hand raised, he idly restrained the Infiniverse Body, Ruination, Primarch Romulus, along with the dozen radiant Resplendent Monads, all forced into a floating stasis, unable to draw closer.

In his other hand... a flickering orb of gold could be seen.

[Imitated Everything].

It pulsed with glorious light as he pulled it from one body to another.

As he examined it, a ripple of gravitational Authority spread from his palm.

No command left his lips, but the Crucible responded.

A brilliant eruption of the True Source of Gravitation thundered outward towards one of his oldest treasures, violating the protective weave of Ruination’s crimson Ruined Wheel.

Her blazing gold-crimson form, majestic and chaotic, was torn from the skies and dragged down towards him unwillingly.

Her bellow echoed, but Noah was unmoved as he played the part of a villain well while training his people!

He floated above a sea of mana like an emperor above the tides of war as he reached out to grasp Ruination.

With one hand, he caught her by the throat.

Her eyes pulsed as ruined wheels spun!

He smiled.

The calm in his expression was chilling.

"It is good to struggle until the very end, my dear Ruination..."

WAA!

Ruination tried to resist, wings of unraveling doom lashing outward- only for them to fizzle in proximity to his Origin.

She bellowed, lips curling in frustration as her Master was so far away!

So gloriously complex as he rose too fast!

And he brought the Imitated Everything before her eyes as he asked.

"Can you multiply this?"

She blinked, briefly stunned.

Then, shaking her head with gritted teeth, she admitted, "Not yet. If I reach Originus Venerant... maybe. But now? It’s too complex, even for me."

"Mmm..."

He didn’t sound disappointed.

Only resolved.

His gaze sharpened as golden Origin Authority flooded from him.

It wrapped around Ruination’s form.

And began to unravel her.

"Then lets get you even stronger, even faster."

"...!"

"No...!"

WAA!

With a single surge, Noah dispersed her entirely, breaking down her identity, her Origin, and her beginning- dismantling her existence with a chilling thoroughness.

Then silence.

But only for a breath.

A second passed.

A flash of crimson-gold raged above.

And then...BOOM!

A more powerful, more radiant form of Ruination exploded back into existence, crashing toward him again with renewed fervor, her True Source even more unstable, even more euphoric in destruction and Ruin!

Noah absorbed her blow casually, his robes rippling, his body unmoved.

The Crucible thundered with chaos.

His people kept dying.

And returning.

All while he stood still in the eye of the storm.

The Imitated Everything still pulsed in his palm.

Now confirmed to be non-replicable.

He looked at it one last time, the emotion in his eyes a fusion of calm, tyranny, and silent wonder.

"Then so be it."

His voice cut through all the noise, all the weavings, all the ruin.

"Let me experience everything of myself..."

His fingers closed around the orb.

"...even if it’s imitated."

...!

The moment Noah activated the [Imitated Everything], more than half of his consciousness was torn from the Crucible.

Drawn inward.

Into the golden item. Into the Imitation of...everything!

Into himself.

Into his...Beginning.

Everything turned dark.

Then...light bloomed.

It flickered dimly from the cracked ceiling of a run-down apartment, the hum of an old fridge vibrating in the silence. His fingers tingled. The cheap wooden floor felt oddly familiar beneath his feet.

This was...

The very beginning.

His eyes adjusted slowly. The scent of mildew. The quiet desperation of being weak. Alone. Forgotten.

He was...in a dilapidated apartment.

On a blue planet!

On the desk in front of him sat a tattered book, its cover barely holding together.

[Skill Book - Fireball]

He reached for it slowly. But unlike the first time- this time, the True Sources were with him. Wrath, Origin, Paradox, Infinity... they pulsed behind his eyes, orbiting his soul like starlight that had always been there.

The book burned in his hands the moment he touched it.

This is where it started, Noah thought.

Then time twisted.

Moments passed like tides.

He was in [Ape’s Paradise]. But the low-ranked beasts that once required a lot from him now collapsed with the lightest wave of his True Source of Entropy. His hand rose, and a rune-bounded fireball turned into a miniature star, consuming the furred apes in the dungeon whole.

Then, the [Goblin King’s Abode].

The thick stench of rot and goblin blood once choked him with caution.

Now, his True Source of Dreams expanded over the battlefield, turning fear into illusion, and illusion into death. He walked through the dungeon slowly, every step annihilating swarms of monsters as he reminisced with a cold smile.

"I was truly weak, wasn’t I?" he murmured.

His beginning as an F Rank Hunter!

He reminisced, but he kept going.

Moments blurred. Days passed in a blink.

He saw the first time he faced a true Boss. The first time he stood atop mountains of corpses and chose to keep going.

The Beast World. The Spiritual Lands. Demon Kings. Atlanteans.

He relived the birth of his empire. The forging of his destiny. The slaughter.

And he...had truly slaughtered many.

Every node of his life.

Every breath that shaped who he had become.

He saw himself acquire Systems and then destroy them. He saw the stars break. He saw blood flow like rivers...and felt nothing.

The colors of his True Sources swirled around him with every step he took. From the edge of death to the throne of endless victory, he saw it all. He lived it again.

And through it all...

His Complexity surged.

His Purity refined.

The Imitated Everything didn’t simply replay his life, it perfected it.

It stitched the cracks.

Removed the hesitation.

Multiplied the clarity.

All the way to his current point!

And then, at the end of it all...

"...Hah."

He exhaled softly.

The flames around him dimmed, and he began to return...but not to his body!

Not yet.

The Imitated Everything pulled deeper. Beyond the nodes of his known past. Beyond the familiar.

Into another Beginning.

One not his own.

He opened his eyes, and found he had none.

His body was translucent.

A quivering mass of mana-infused gel.

A slime.

Inside a vast, echoing cavern lit by ethereal moss, dozens of other slimes bounced around him, aimless and instinctive. But he- he was not like them.

His mind was intact.

His True Sources pulsed within.

"...So this is Everything," Noah whispered, or tried to. His voice was a ripple in his gelatinous form.

The conquest began there.

In that damp cradle of absurdity, he devoured and absorbed. One by one, slimes followed him in silent awe. He consumed Beasts. He consumed dungeon knights. He consumed mana-rich stones until his form grew, evolved, and distorted.

He forged a capital of slimes. A harem of variant slimes swirled around his great gelatinous throne, each one intelligent, each one loyal. A slime empire rose beneath his command, until his name echoed across entire caverns, then continents, then planes.

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