Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4370

Chapter 4370: Collaboration and Civilizations I

In existence, no thread stands alone.

The strongest fiber, woven in isolation, remains merely strong. But threads bound together, supporting and elevating each other, become something transcendent...fabric that can bear weights no individual strand could dream of holding!

Collaboration.

The simple act of many working as one, of powers combined rather than competing, of goals aligned instead of opposed.

It is, perhaps, the most powerful force in existence. More potent than any individual strength. More enduring than any solitary achievement. More capable of reshaping existence than any lone tyrant could ever manage.

But collaboration requires trust. And trust, in a reality where everyone seeks advantage, where betrayal can mean power and loyalty can mean limitation... trust is the rarest resource of all.

Yet when found, when nurtured, when wielded with intelligence and purpose...

Collaboration becomes the foundation of Civilization itself!

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The Earliest Folds, an unknown location.

An obsidian Nest of Inevitabilities stretched across impossibilities, its structure pulsing with hunger.

Within this Nest, surrounded by Inevitabilities that pulsed with potential, THE Living Paradox had taken form.

Not his true form...that would be too revelatory, too honest, too vulnerable. Instead, he wore the shape of an Inevitability itself, a construct of contradictions made manifest, tentacles shining brilliantly!

Into this impossible space, THE Weavers arrived.

One moment they weren’t there, the next they had always been there, as if causality itself had been retroactively adjusted to accommodate their existence.

There were three of them, though calling them "three" was misleading. They were individuals and collective simultaneously, separate beings who shared consciousness, distinct entities who spoke as one.

When they spoke, their voices harmonized.

"Someone seems to have interfered with Anaximander."

The statement buzzed in the air.

THE Living Paradox turned his Inevitability-form toward THE Weavers, his expression showing mild curiosity mixed with amusement.

"Interfered how?" he asked.

THE Weavers’ unified voice continued:

"Making it harder for us to gain his trust. Sowing seeds of doubt about our intentions. Suggesting that perhaps our guidance isn’t entirely selfless."

They paused, and when they spoke again, frustration colored their harmonized tone.

"And because it is Anaximander, all weavings around him are cut off. We cannot track down the culprit. His existence refuses to be threaded into any pattern we create. We see threads approach him and simply... end. Cease. Stop being threads and become nothing."

Their forms flickered.

"Should we worry about this? Could it be THE Creature beginning to catch on to our plans?"

...!

THE Living Paradox smiled.

"No," he said with certainty that suggested absolute knowledge. "THE Creature only just confirmed I had never been chained. He knows nothing of Anaximander. Our containment of THE Creature remains absolute. He sees only what we allow him to see."

His smile widened.

"As for whether we should worry..."

He made a gesture that might have been a shrug if shrugging existed in the form he currently wore.

"Nah. If they were going to be anything major, they would do more than try to sow mistrust. They would act directly, intervene obviously, make themselves known."

His tone became almost dismissive.

"It could just be an insect that came across Anaximander and said some profound things. Sometimes, even insects can be grand. Sometimes a random encounter sparks thoughts that change trajectories."

He waved one approximation of a hand.

"Monitor it, certainly. But don’t waste energy worrying about every minor deviation in the pattern. The grand weaving remains on course. The Way remains on course. Civilization...remains on course."

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