Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4174

Chapter 4174: You called them! I

Her dark and white hair fell in waves that seemed to exist in perfect symmetry, each strand knowing exactly where it belonged!

The white robe she wore was authority given form.

Her eyes lit with complex recognition as she looked around, taking in the familiar-yet-different architecture of this nexus where all Living Existences mingled.

Then her gaze rose higher, piercing through dimensional barriers with the ease of someone looking through clear glass.

She stared across the vast expanse of the Transcendent Origin Folds, her attention fixing on a distant point that pulled at her with gravity that transcended the physical.

The Heart of Origin.

Her home.

The word carried weight that nearly made her falter!

Home...where her family had burned themselves to ash for the sake of Order.

Home, where every corner held memories of laughter before it held memories of sacrifice.

Home, where she had learned what love meant by watching it destroy itself for principle.

She moved to stand beside Noah, her voice emerging with melancholy that made the golden air around them grow heavy.

"I miss the memories of that place and what it used to represent," she said, each word carefully chosen yet with emotion. "But I hate the people there. The Royal Living Origins who made that choice. The Dukes who convinced my Ama that sacrifice was the only path. The ones who watched my family burn and called it necessity."

Her eyes carried traces of longing mixed with pain...the particular anguish of loving a place while hating what it had become!

The moment Noah saw that expression, his eyes sharpened to points that could have cut through the veils between realities.

"I could decimate all those Living Origins that caused you pain."

The offer was delivered with the same tone someone might use to suggest getting dinner.

Casual. Certain. Absolutely sincere.

Sigrid’s lips curved into a smile that contained too much understanding to be happy.

She shook her head, preparing to explain why vengeance wouldn’t heal what had been broken, but-

HUUM!

The sound rolled across existence like thunder from a storm that hadn’t formed yet. It wasn’t loud so much as deep, resonating in frequencies that bones recognized before ears could process.

Noah and Sigrid looked up simultaneously, their enhanced perceptions cutting through dimensional layers to see what was coming.

Across the vast stretches of the Transcendent Origin Folds, there had only been auroras of beautiful white and gold...the natural luminescence of Origin authority permeating through structured space.

Yet at this moment, from all directions at once...

WU! WU! WU!

Hues of obsidian began blooming in the far distance like inverse stars igniting.

The light was wrong in ways that transcended color...it felt grand and terrible, as if it were leaking from a place that should have been sealed, as if death that had been carefully contained had suddenly found its dams exploding.

RIIP!

Space began to tear. Not in one location but across different regions throughout the Transcendent Origin Folds!

The tears started as lines of absolute black against reality’s fabric, then widened into oval doorways that spilled endless weavings of death and endings. Each tear was perfectly positioned, surgically precise in its placement...too precise to be natural, too coordinated to be coincidence.

The marketplace erupted into chaos as Living Existences recognized the threat.

Above Concordia, multiple auras of Duke-level power blazed to life like defensive fires against approaching winter.

He needed to bridge that gap not gradually but exponentially. He needed resources, opportunities, and challenges that would force his evolution beyond current limitations!

HUUM!

His eyes pulsed with bursts of blue-gold arcs that formed infinity symbols in the air before dissolving.

His gaze rose to focus on the Tears of Existence with the particular attention of a farmer examining fields ready for harvest.

Whatever came through those tears, he would break down and devour to aid his elevation toward one quadrillion!

Let them come. Let them all come!

His body began to vibrate with anticipation that transcended the physical. His existence itself buzzed with fervor, resonating at frequencies that made nearby space reconsider its stability!

Prompts materialized before his vision:

|Your existence senses weavings of unfathomable danger and opportunity approaching|

|The Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest recognizes the effort you wish to exert|

|Analyzing optimal support configuration...|

|The Principle of Perpetual Harvest throws its support wholly toward: Your Weavings of Loot|

|Loot probability increased by 1000%|

|Loot quality increased by 1000%|

|All enemies defeated will drop maximum possible resources|

Oh!