Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3888

Chapter 3888: Repeat after me! I

"Master Tan..."

The name echoed in sorrow.

Kalysta froze as the words fell, remembering this unique being!

A sharp gasp caught in the throat of one of the other Primarchs, while Master Etheopa...bellowed!

"You- !" Her voice cracked through the air heavily. "Master Tan went missing a million years ago! You...! You devoured him?!"

Her body trembled, the pain behind her madness unmistakable. The golden garden around her blazed as its petals danced violently in the frost, burning like a sun had been trapped in the cold.

Hannibal, broken and kneeling, pulsed with lividity at even having to reveal this! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But Noah... remained unmoved.

He stood above him, arms behind his back, the frost at his feet undisturbed.

"Do you feel it?" His voice was soft. "The weight pressing down on your existence?"

Master Hannibal’s lips quivered. He could barely lift his face, blood clinging to the edge of his jaw. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

Noah’s eyes glinted with pale golden light as he continued. "What you feel now is nothing. I could apply a hundred times more. A thousand times. Do you think your existence could hold under that pressure?"

"..."

Master Hannibal’s face twitched. He had once thought himself untouchable. A Master of Existence! A creature who had scaled past countless others to sit at the peak of power.

But in this moment, as his body refused to rise, and as the frost gnawed at his insides like it held a grudge, he realized how wrong he had been.

"I... I would not be able to hold" he rasped hatefully. "It... it would shatter me."

He couldn’t even look to the Mannafolds Master, Torus who had, at some point, become utterly still a few feet away. Even he dared not move.

Hannibal’s teeth grit as his voice echoed, his mind thinking of all possibilities to get out of this- his eyes beginning to look towards the dormant Inevitabilities as he thought how to wake them!

So he asked to buy time.

"What do you want?"

HUUM!

The question floated upward like snow.

Noah’s eyes narrowed. "I want you to repeat a few things after me. If you can do that, I might let you go."

Just that?

With this, time would be bought!

"...Fine."

"Repeat after me," Noah said slowly, his voice magisterial. "I’m a trash can."

...!

A shiver ran down Hannibal’s spine.

He wanted to bellow. To Kill! To curse. But the pressure weighing down on his existence left little room for pride.

"...I’m... a trash can."

Noah nodded and continued. "I’m a bum."

"I’m a bum..."

The words came harder now. They clawed their way out, taking bits of pride with them.

The pride of an Originus Venerant entity!

As if Noah wanted to take the one thing he prized the most- his dignity and standing!

Killing was easy. But to strip an existence of their pride and honor and arrogance and humiliate them...that was true death even before they died.

Noah’s gaze didn’t change, his expression unreadable as he continued. "I’m a worthless stain of existence that should be wiped out."

"..."

Hannibal closed his eyes. His face convulsed.

But the weight didn’t ease. If anything, it grew as he repeated.

"...I’m a worthless stain of existence that should be wiped out."

A breath of wind passed between them. Cold. Quiet.

Dozens of watching eyes widened.

Primarchs from other regions, newly arrived, hovered in the frozen skyspace above, having drifted into this domain following the threads of chaotic authority.

A few Masters of Existence stood still amidst the high branches, their expressions suspended somewhere between disbelief and seriousness.

Noah stared at the kneeling figure of Hannibal as..

"Well," he murmured. "If that’s what you believe..."

BOOM!

The Glyph of the Protagonist pulsed with a terrifying brilliance.

And Hannibal’s body folded.

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