Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4157

Chapter 4157: Who Do You Represent? I

The man held a rake whose tines had been worn smooth by use.

The woman carried a hoe whose blade had been sharpened so many times it had changed shape.

Both had white-blue hair that seemed to contain the color of sky just before dawn, that liminal moment when night admitted defeat but day hadn’t quite claimed victory.

The moment they appeared, others materialized beside them...all wearing similar farmer’s clothing, all carrying tools of cultivation rather than destruction!

Seven more figures resolved from possibility into presence, until nine stood in total above the gathering of existence’s most powerful beings.

And the moment all nine had fully manifested, a calm and clear aura billowed out from each of them.

The power that radiated from these simply-dressed figures didn’t assault reality or challenge other authorities!

It simply was, with the patient certainty of seasons changing, of seeds growing, of harvest inevitably following planting.

Yet that patient certainty carried weight...a fucking heavy weight!

It felt grand in its simplicity. It felt like harvest in its inevitability. And undoubtedly, unmistakably, impossibly...it exceeded one quadrillion.

One quadrillion. Each of them!

The marker of a Young Early Creature, multiplied nine times, standing in farmer’s clothes above a gathering that had thought itself the pinnacle of power!

What was most shocking wasn’t just the magnitude but the nature of their power.

Five of the nine entities showed no Living Existential Authority at all, marking them clearly as Fold Dwellers...beings who had achieved impossible height without becoming Living Existences, who had remained purely themselves while transcending what themselves meant.

Among the other four, the variety was telling.

One radiated the authority of a Living Concept.

Another bore the signature of a Living Origin.

The third existed as a Living Paradox. The fourth thrummed with the power of a Living Quantum!

Yet despite these different natures, they all seemed to come from the same place, shaped by the same philosophy, united in purpose that transcended their individual authorities.

From among the twins, the man raised his rake with the casual gesture of someone about to make a point in friendly conversation.

When he spoke, his voice boomed out!

"It seems Fold Dwellers were not invited to this exclusive meeting. We sincerely hope it won’t be an intrusion to now appear."

HUUM!

The words carried no threat, no challenge, no demand.

They were simply observation and hope, stated with the patience of farmers who understood that some things couldn’t be rushed, that proper timing mattered more than force.

Down below, beings who had thought themselves at the apex of existence gazed upward in astonishment.

Noah remained seated with Sigrid still positioned on his lap, but his eyes had sharpened to points of interest that could have cut through veils between realities!

These were most likely Fold Dwellers from the Wandering Territories...beings who had achieved Early Creature level power while maintaining their original natures, who had found a different path to transcendence!

The legacy of...The First Farmer!

Oh!

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Legacy.

Once something was gone...what exactly did it leave behind?

Such a question was hard to answer, but there was a conversation that took place in the Earliest Folds which talked about what a truly important something left behind...once it was gone.

"If Order ever resurfaces, existence itself may inherently oppose it. Is existence not meant to be chaotic? Filled with ever-increasing wonder and disorder? Order is the anomaly, not chaos. Order is the mistake that reality occasionally makes before correcting itself." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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