Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3834

Chapter 3834: End His Beginning! III

Far above the swirling wonder of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, within the confines of the Gold Schrödinger’s Expanse, Noah sat in quiet calculation on a vessel.

His gaze swept over the skyspace, where radiant clusters of Wheels of Existence hovered like ancient glory brought close. Each one pulsed with multicolored light, forming a great ring around the Goldfolds. From their slow, solemn spin came light and waves of Paradox more refined than anything he had seen before.

That light was not scattered but focused. Threads of paradoxical brilliance coalesced in the heart of the sphere around them, directed inward toward a citadel unlike any other. It did not rise from stone or starlight, but from the backbones of Wheels of Existence, its body a towering structure of pulsing gold veins and etched runes.

The light from the Wheels above poured into it, flowing like rivers into a sacred basin.

Noah could feel it. With every breath, every idle thought, waves of complexity and purity filled him. His Living Wheel of Existence spun faster, humming with a deep, knowing sound. His weavings burned brighter, pulling in the Paradox that surrounded him.

Moiraine turned from her seat, her golden eyes landing on him with a glimmer of power "This, what you see before you...we call the Paradoxical Dyson Sphere of Existence."

Her voice was calm, her words clear. " Living Paradoxes created Dyson Spheres- a few - that arranged Transcendent Wheels of Existence into orbit. Their constant weavings fuel our paradoxical civilization, giving us what is needed to ascend beyond even the edge of what should be as a nigh endless supply of Paradoxical Authority is produced."

She paused, letting her gaze sweep across the light-filled citadel ahead. "The brightest result of such a construct is the Dyson Singularity. A core, bathed in concentrated Paradox. It is not for all. Only Living Paradoxes who have proven themselves may enter. But you will enter as the light of the Dyson Singularity will quicken your path to Originus Venerant."

Noah nodded slowly, his eyes bright. The implications were immense. The vessel they rode began to descend deeper, threading through shafts of paradoxical light, the Dyson Sphere revealing more of its grandeur. But just as they neared, something shifted.

A flicker.

It was faint at first. A thread of sensation deep in Noah’s mind. He recognized the feeling, but not the content. His weavings of Absolute Fictional Transcendence were stirring, entangled with fables that were not his own.

They came delayed, too complex to process in real time.

Threads of sentences arrived.

Of...the Paradoxical Prison. Of Thauron!

One after another.

And then...

A thread of memory.

[...Thauron only laughed.

He looked straight at the Living Origin before him, his smile wider now, less amused and more mad. "Seeing your light of grandeur, you must be a Living Origin through and through. So I will tell you this...]

Noah’s expression hardened. The air around him grew cold. He turned toward Moiraine, voice low but clear. "A Living Origin knows about me. About what you discovered in the Paradoxical Prison."

Her head whipped toward him, her eyes sharp. Oryzarakh stirred behind them, his deep voice echoing with disbelief. "Impossible."

But something was already wrong.

In the next instant...

|The Living True Sources of Paradox, Origin, Quintessence, Protagonist, and Infinity seethe with defiance!|

BOOOM!

The throne he was on fractured.

And...

Noah’s posture slumped. His arms grew heavy. The sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by a dull, creeping light. His pupils turned white. His skin followed, hardening into gray stone.

Calcification spread from his temples to his nose, climbing like frost.

Moiraine surged to her feet. Her voice rang out, heavy with command and rage "Living Origin Authority! He is already under attack!"

Her expression was heavy. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

He was still an Unbound Living Paradox.

He only had 100 chances to die!

With an attack from a genuine Living Origin, he could be ended a thousand times in a second as she knew things were extremely perilous!

BOOM!

She moved without hesitation. Wings of golden paradox burst behind her, wide as the horizon. She crossed the space between them in an instant, her wings folding forward to shield him. Her white-gold hand pressed against Noah’s chest, cutting through his robes, piercing into his heart. She did not flinch.

Power surged.

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