Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4489

Chapter 4489: Results Are A Must! II

In The Infiniverse.

The deepest recesses of The Infiniverse looked like the engine room of utter wonders.

Incandescent Wheels of Existence, massive beyond comprehension, rotated in slow, mesmerizing circular formation around the periphery of this space.

The atmosphere here was liquid authority.

Extremely high concentrations of Primus Mana flowed in endless, twisting rivers.

They twisted and turned, folding over one another to form perfect, glowing lemniscate symbols...infinity loops of blue-gold power that stretched into the distance.

At the very center of this sanctum, where the Primus Mana was so dense it felt like solid crystal, two figures stood.

One was a construct of light and logic, a being of blue-gold illusory brilliance. RUIN/EDEN. She floated with the grace of a system processing a trillion calculations per nanosecond, her form flickering with streams of data that defined the reality around them.

The other was solid and gloriously real!

The Infiniverse.

Her humanoid manifestation was a being of regal grandeur that demanded reverence. She was adorned in a bejeweled blue-gold dress that seemed woven from the very fabric of the Omniverses and Wheels, each gem a condensed pocket dimension, each thread a Frequency of Existence.

Her hair cascaded like a waterfall of starlight, and her eyes held the calm, terrifying depth of an ocean that knew no bottom!

She was the ground, the sky, and the surrounding atmosphere.

RUIN/EDEN looked at her, holographic eyes narrowing slightly as she processed the sheer, overwhelming data emanating from the woman beside her.

"If one did not know the architectural truth of our Civilization," RUIN/EDEN said, her voice a cool, melodic chime, "they might look at the recent battles, at the status panels, and assume that Khor, The First Hunger, numerically holds the highest Complexity and Purity among Master’s forces."

The Infiniverse did not look up immediately.

Her attention was focused on a holographic construct hovering between her hands...a massive, circular blue-gold bastion of light, a defensive structure so complex it made the Sovereign Spires look simple. She manipulated it with delicate fingers, adjusting the structural integrity.

"Complexity and Purity," The Infiniverse replied, her voice a rich, alto hum that resonated with the spinning Wheels, "are metrics for combatants. They measure how hard you can strike, or how much punishment you can endure before breaking."

She turned the hologram, watching the light refract through impossible angles.

"But for a Civilization... raw numbers matter considerably less. What matters is Knowledge. The Knowledge and Resistance of Authorities against external pressure. The Knowledge of Principles against the erosion of time and entropy. The very Resistance of a Civilization compared to the weight of other Civilizations pressing against it. Knowledge of The Way of Existence."

She looked up, her eyes meeting RUIN/EDEN’s with focused intensity.

"And right now, what matters most is not how high the number climbs. It is knowing how to use the crushing weight and systematized way of a Civilization to forge things others cannot even imagine."

...!

The air around her distorted with concentrated authority.

The Infiniverse had not been idle while Noah fought across the Sanctuary. She had not merely been a passive container, a backdrop for his conflicts.

She had undergone Civilization Specialization!

WAA!

Because she was the territory, because she physically encompassed the Early Veiled Shore and all the lands Noah controlled, her potential was... unique.

She had taken the path of The Infinite Bulwark, becoming the ultimate shield.

She had taken the path of The Vital Chorus, becoming the ultimate healer.

And because she physically contained the mass, the accumulated mana, and the very existence of every other being in the Civilization... her baseline was absurd. Her multipliers were catastrophic.

Her current Complexity and Purity did not sit at 100 Sextillion. Or 200.

It topped 1,000 Sextillion.

One. Thousand. Sextillion.

Oh!

Well, more accurately for her, 1 Septillion, but this required another point of understanding and distinction.

And yet, to her, this number was not a grand achievement worthy of celebration.

It was simply... necessary mass.

It was the foundation required to build what she was building.

"How do the calculations proceed?" The Infiniverse asked, her gaze returning to the hologram with renewed focus. "For... THE Infinite Loom."

BOOM!

The name dropped into the space like a star collapsing into itself.

THE Infinite Loom.

While their Master searched for ways to survive The Fallout, while he hunted paradoxes and courted death in the Earliest Folds, while fighting Civilization Legions, his two greatest tools had been working on a solution of their own.

If THE Living Existences could build THE Loom to enact and survive the end of all things... why couldn’t they?

Why couldn’t they build their own? A better one. One forged not from betrayal and sacrifice, but from Infinite Primus Mana.

"Yep. Simply."

"There are too many unknowns," she admitted with unusual vulnerability. "The precise intensity of the Fallout. The exact duration. The active interference of THE Living Existences who will not want competition. We will continue attempting to model it. We will run the simulations endlessly. But..."

"We have to calculate all contingencies with precision. We have to ensure that you are not overwhelmed while actively serving as the primary structure of THE Infinite Loom. If the pressure exceeds tolerance thresholds... if the damage distribution mechanics fail at critical junctures..."

She saw Noah, struggling and fighting for them all in the Injunction Sanctuary of Law with relentless determination.

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