Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4490

Chapter 4490: Why? I

The Sanctuary of The First Farmer.

In a secluded corner of this vast agricultural domain, far from the war, there existed a singular plot of land.

It was isolated, wrapped in curtain-like auroras of green and gold that shimmered with concentrated power.

The farm plot itself was perfect.

The soil was dark and rich, crumbling just right, shining with deep verdant-gold luster. It looked vibrant with potential, as if something impossible had just been planted within its depths.

Standing at the edge was The First Farmer.

He no longer looked frail or dying, or dead when his daughter last burried him. He stood tall, his skin marked with green glyphs, his golden eyes burning with steady light.

He gazed at the soil with certainty.

Sitting on the soft earth nearby was Elyndra.

She wore a verdant-gold dress, her aura pulsing with controlled power. She ran her fingers through the dirt, feeling the thrumming vibration of life beneath.

The silence between father and daughter was comfortable...the quiet of a field after sowing is done.

The First Farmer broke it.

"I should never have put that weight on you, Elyndra," he said, still looking at the plot. "The schemes. The deception. Ordering you to betray a potential ally for my own failing existence... it was desperate. The act of a dying man who had lost his Way."

His voice held genuine regret.

"I should never have asked you to bear my failures."

He turned to her, his golden eyes softening.

"I am thankful that Osmont chose not to hold it against you. He saw the weapon I tried to make you, and he chose to treat you as a person instead."

...!

Elyndra’s hand paused in the soil.

A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. Her eyes drifted to the side, as if seeing a figure in obsidian-gold armor standing in the distance.

"He isn’t that bad," she said softly, warmth coloring her voice. "His Way of Existence... it is unique. Terrifying, yes, but also... encompassing."

She paused.

"He elevated me in ways I didn’t think possible."

The First Farmer watched her smile.

He saw how her eyes softened when she spoke of the Tyrant.

And in that moment, he felt a hollow sensation in his chest...not pain, but loss!

Something precious drifting away from him toward a gravity he couldn’t compete with.

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

What could he say? He had pushed her away with his schemes. He had pushed her directly toward Noah with his commands.

He simply sighed.

Elyndra looked up, sensing his shift in mood.

She tilted her head, curious and concerned.

"What did you just plant here, Father? The energy feels different..."

The First Farmer’s expression shifted.

The melancholic father receded. The Primordial Sovereign of a Civilization emerged.

"Effort," he said simply.

He walked to the center of the plot, hands clasped behind his back.

"We speak of effort often, but do we truly understand its origin? An existence...begins to exert effort the very moment they are born into harsh reality."

He gestured to the empty air.

"Think of those born without authority. Without Mana. Without lineage. They come into the world screaming and kicking. Their lungs cry out for air they’ve never breathed. Their eyes burn from light they’ve never seen."

His voice grew stronger.

"Their very first act is struggle. Desperate, flailing effort just to be. Just to exist in a reality that doesn’t welcome them gently."

He looked down at the glowing soil.

"Since the moment one is born, they exert effort. Every breath. Every step. Every choice to continue existing when cessation would be easier...that is effort. It accumulates across a lifetime. But for most... it dissipates. It is lost, unrecognized and unharvested."

His golden eyes blazed.

"But after embarking on my Way... after establishing the Civilization of Effort... I realized that this accumulation should not be lost. So, for the first thing I plant in this new era..."

HUUM!

The soil pulsed!

"I planted these Seeds of Effort," he declared. "They will mature very soon. They will produce fruit that anyone can consume to retroactively gain harvest from all the effort they’ve invested since birth."

"You could accomplish feats that leave observers wondering how such impossibilities are achieved... when you’re not actually doing anything impossible. You’ve simply found the right key for a lock in existence’s code that lets you bypass the wall entirely."

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