Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3975

Chapter 3975: I Am A Humble Merchant! I

There existed, in the grand weaving of existence, a fundamental truth that transcended all boundaries of power, wisdom, and cosmic understanding...one being’s shit could very well be another’s most coveted treasure.

Consider, if you will, the profound absurdity of this principle when applied to Early Creatures themselves.

What an Early Creature might casually discard as worthless detritus(shit), perhaps the crystallized remnants of a sneeze, or the shed scales from an idle scratch, would become objects of worship for Living Existences across entire Folds.

Wars would be fought over such "shit."

Entire civilizations would dedicate themselves to the pursuit of what amounted to existential garbage, simply because it had once been touched by power beyond their comprehension!

The excrement of an Early Creature? Folds would crumble beneath the weight of the bidding wars that would ensue.

Living Existences would sacrifice their accumulated power of eons for a single grain of such material, believing...correctly, that even the waste products of such beings contained more concentrated authority than they could generate in millennia of cultivation!

Yet to the Early Creature who produced it? Nothing more than an inconvenience to be disposed of with the same casual indifference one might show toward discarding a used napkin.

Such was the laughable weavings of existence...value determined not by inherent worth, but by the vast chasms of power that separated one tier of being from another!

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In the resplendent magnificence of Aeternitas Concordia, where golden towers stretched toward infinity and the very air shimmered with crystallized authority, four figures moved through corridors that hummed with the accumulated power of ages.

Alexander Asmodeus walked with the measured pace of one who was filled with confidence!

Beside him, Seraphina Valorheart moved with graceful precision, and Kaedric Voss maintained his position with the silent vigilance of a guardian.

But it was the fourth member of their group who commanded the most attention, even when she was trying to appear casual.

Royal Living Law Tristesse moved with the kind of barely contained energy that made reality itself nervous.

Her dark hair caught the ambient light of Concordia’s towers, while her pristine white robes seemed to drink in the authority that saturated the air around them!

Her aura was reigned in to the point where it appeared almost mundane, yet anyone with sufficient sensitivity could feel the vast forces held in check beneath her brilliant smile.

"Did you think," she said, her voice carrying the kind of musical quality that made even casual conversation sound like a performance, "that I would let you take my dear niece away all alone?"

The question was delivered with such radiant warmth that it took several moments for the underlying menace to register.

Tristesse’s smile never wavered, never lost its brilliant intensity, even as her words carried implications that could have frozen the blood of lesser beings.

"I will personally guide you all through the Living Doorways of the Loom," she continued, her tone maintaining that same dangerous sweetness. "Because nowadays... well, too many crazy accidents are happening, don’t you think?"

She paused in her walking, turning to face Alexander with that radiant, terrifying smile still lighting up her features.

"It seems like every day, you hear about Honored and Royal Living Existences dying in the most unfortunate circumstances. You have to ask yourself... just who could be killing them, hmm?"

The way she posed the question made it sound like idle curiosity, the kind of wondering one might express about the weather.

Yet the undertones carried weight that suggested she knew far more about these "accidents" than her casual demeanor suggested.

Alexander listened to her with calm composure.

When he replied, his words carried a confidence so absolute that it seemed to bend reality around its certainty.

"I have already looked into my future," he said, his voice steady as the foundations of existence itself. "Death is not in the cards for me."

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