Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3995

Chapter 3995: Trembling! II

When things did not go according to plans, when the carefully calculated variables suddenly shifted in ways that challenged every assumption about control and consequence, one could only reassess the new parameters, adapt to changing circumstances, and overcome whatever obstacles had emerged through application of wisdom rather than force!

The entry of the Living Paradoxes had been unexpected, their grand display of power even more so.

These were not the desperate interventions of allies seeking mutual benefit!

This was the calculated arrival of forces.

But even against this unprecedented development, Noah felt his consciousness shifting through familiar patterns of analysis and adaptation that had served him through countless trials across his impossible journey.

He looked at Diviticus through a lens that had grown cold with recognition and calculation, seeing her not as she appeared in this moment of triumph but as she would exist in futures that stretched toward horizons only he could perceive!

She was someone he had deemed would definitely perish under his hands when circumstances permitted such resolution...she was already dead, she simply remained ignorant of this fundamental truth about her ultimate destiny!

But the question that burned through his consciousness with increasing intensity was how she had become so devastatingly powerful in such a relatively brief span of time.

She had consumed half a drop of his blood during their encounter in the Paradoxical Folds, that infinitesimal portion of his essence that had granted her immunity to producing Inevitabilities.

Yet if half a drop could produce such magnificent results, if such a tiny fragment of his being could transform someone into a force capable of challenging Dukes, then why was his own accumulated power not measured in trillions of Complexity and Purity Quotients rather than the hundreds of millions he currently possessed?

The inconsistency gnawed at his understanding.

Noah then recalled what the Paradoxes had recently accomplished through their audacious assault on the Coalition’s most protected facility...the theft of a Corpse of an Early Creature that had been jealously guarded for eons.

Was this the source of her newfound capabilities? Had the combination of his blood and access to the preserved remains of one of his kind created synergistic effects that transcended what either component could achieve individually?

"..."

Noah felt instinctive certainty crystallizing around this theory.

If he had obtained that corpse himself, if those preserved remains had been processed through the mystical mechanisms of his Early Veiled Shore rather than whatever crude methods the Paradoxes had employed...

The possibilities that stretched from such speculation were intoxicating in their scope and magnitude.

But someone else had claimed that prize.

"Hmm..."

Through their own power and audacity, certainly, but his blood had been a critical factor in making such theft possible.

Without his essence flowing through Diviticus, without the immunity and enhancement that half a drop had provided, the Paradoxes would never have been able to penetrate defenses that had held firm for eons.

A feeling began to settle in the depths of his consciousness...the sensation of losing prized loot that he had never actually possessed, watching someone else play with treasures that should have been his by right!

It was like witnessing a rival embrace a lover who should have been his own, hugging that precious loot to sleep and performing unspeakable acts of intimacy while he could only observe from positions of enforced isolation.

After all, in existence, nothing was worse than stolen loot!

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