Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4167

Chapter 4167: Heavy Weight! II

The question carried genuine interest rather than threat.

This Corpse of the Early Creature was something that had existed since the Earliest Folds, that had witnessed the birth of concepts and the death of impossibilities, and it was genuinely curious about this ragged paradox floating before it.

Schrodinger nodded with appreciation for the question. "How could I not have known the power of an Early Creature? I am not like these children who actually think of utilizing a corpse of something as grand as you without considering the repercussions."

He paused, ensuring his next words carried their full weight.

"Or the fact that even if an Early Creature dies, it is never truly dead."

The corpse’s laugh shook the cathedral of mirrors, a sound that suggested mountains finding humor in avalanches.

It moved then, its massive body stretching with movements that should have been impossible for something dead. As it moved, power began radiating from it...not the careful, controlled authority that Duke-level existences wielded, but raw complexity that simply was.

The measurement was staggering. It had been recovering while playing dead, and its power had climbed above single-digit quadrillions!

More terrifying still, it was recovering by trillions of complexity with every passing moment, each moment making it exponentially more dangerous than the last.

"Living Existences and Fold Dwellers," the corpse mused, its voice carrying the particular tone of an elder discussing children who thought themselves adults.

"During my time, most I met were always fearful, scurrying about, never letting their existences feel even a moment of superiority before me."

Its massive head turned to focus more fully on Schrodinger.

"And yet you... why is it that you seem to know many things that others do not, and yet you still stand before me fearlessly?"

...!

The question wasn’t threat but genuine curiosity. This Early Creature, ancient beyond measure, powerful beyond comprehension, wanted to understand what made this paradox different from the countless beings who had trembled before it across eons.

Schrodinger’s smile widened with genuine pleasure.

"I always did like how Early Creatures were straightforward and got to the point. It saves so much explanation and wasting of time."

Then, with the casual motion of someone reaching for a handkerchief, he pulled something from the impossible spaces where paradoxes kept things that shouldn’t exist.

A leaf.

Simple. White. Unremarkable in every way except for how reality itself seemed to recoil from it.

The moment it appeared, the corpse of the Early Creature- which had been stretching and expressing its terrifying power with the confidence of something that had never met its equal, stumbled.

Its massive body, which could have crushed Folds through sheer presence, fell onto the obsidian paradoxical mirrors below.

BOOM!

The impact sent cracks racing through dimensions, but neither Schrodinger nor the corpse paid attention to the structural damage.

The Early Creature’s eyes blazed with shock that transcended surprise and entered the realm of primal recognition.

It looked at the leaf with the kind of horror reserved for things that shouldn’t exist but did anyway.

Schrodinger floated down with unhurried grace, positioning himself above the weakened corpse like a conqueror above the conquered!

The image was absurd...his small, ragged form hovering over something that could have been mistaken for a fallen mountain range. Yet somehow, he was clearly the one in control.

His eyes, usually dancing with paradoxical amusement, had gone cold and hard as winter stars.

"What tribe were you from in the Earliest Folds?"

The question carried weight that made even asking it feel like violence.

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