Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4740

Chapter 4740: Seals! III

The Seal bloomed into existence above his palm, and the moment it manifested, Galileo and Surtra were pushed back in astonishment as waves of pressure erupted from its mere presence!

Duke whimpered slightly before sitting in the air with eyes of veneration, the golden retriever’s tail tucked as he recognized something far beyond his current comprehension.

The Seal itself was circular in form, perhaps three meters in diameter, and it burned with countless intricate blue-gold lines that wove patterns of impossible complexity across its surface. The lines and strokes within seemingly gave meaning to the Phoneme of Infinity while also containing within them the pillars of his foundation that had been absorbed into this singular expression.

Where one line ended, another began without interruption.

Where one pattern seemed to reach completion, it folded back into itself and continued forever.

The very act of looking at this Seal conveyed the concept it represented, boundlessness made visible, endlessness given form, infinity compressed into something that could actually be perceived by minds that were not built to comprehend such things.

And within those infinite patterns, Noah could sense the Stanchions that now resided here. All of them compressed and refined and made more powerful through their merger into this singular Seal.

The radiant Seal of Infinity spun above him with slow majesty, and he understood that he could do many things with it. He could use it to attack, unleashing the full weight of infinity upon enemies who would be crushed beneath concepts they could not comprehend. He could use it to defend, wrapping himself in boundlessness that could not be breached. He could make Declarations or Thesis constructs through it, speaking words of infinity that would carry weight no normal Declaration could match.

But what struck him most was how heavy the Seal felt as it exerted pressure all around that was stifling!

Space itself creaked beneath the Seal’s presence, reality groaning as if it were saying with exhausted desperation: bro, you’re fucking heavy!

The obsidian flames of Muspelheim bent away from the Seal as if afraid to touch it. The air compressed into visible distortions. Even the other Fundamental Depth entities present had to brace themselves against the weight that radiated from this single expression of Noah’s foundation.

As Noah analyzed this Seal with eyes that burned with understanding...

|Harvest Threshold Achieved|

|With the establishment of your foundation integrated ever so closer with THE First Tongue, a new source of Infinite Potential has become accessible.|

|30% of The Infinite Potential generated by the usage of The First Tongue across existence, both in the present and the past, has begun to be harvested by the Arche of Perpetual Harvest.|

|Not a single drop of potential will be unaccounted for.|

|Every being that speaks a Phoneme. Every Declaration that invokes The First Tongue. Every Thesis that draws upon linguistic authority. 30% of the potential generated by these actions now flows to you as The One Who Laid The Claim.|

|As control over The First Tongue continues to be cemented and your Depth rises evermore, all 100% of The Infinite Potential of the Usage of The First Tongue will be yours.|

|Contextual Assessment:|

|Because THE Creature, THE Living Paradox, and THE Primordial Chaos likely actively enjoy the harvest of their own claims, consider what they receive:|

|THE Creature harvests from all those existing and moving across existence. Everything that lives, everything that moves, everything that simply IS contributes to his power.|

|THE Living Paradox harvests from all paradoxical actions or existences. Every contradiction, every impossibility made real, every truth that should not be true feeds his authority.|

|THE Primordial Chaos harvests from everything chaotic and filled with disorder. Which is fucking everything, because entropy touches all things eventually.|

|It is maddening to realize how powerful they are and how many boons they have been enjoying for eons as you get closer to them.|

|You’re gonna need to do a lot to get close to them, big guy.|

...!

Ruination continued to have fun with her prompts as Noah felt an influx of Infinite Potential gush down into his existence!

It filled his Formless Depth even more, pouring into the 27 Seals and making them burn brighter, making them grow heavier, making his weight continue to become even more imposing with each passing moment.

The Depth of his Civilization skipped past THE Surface Depth and settled far into Intermediate Depth as his personal Weight spilled toward Fundamental Depth!

It was a fucking glorious thing!

As he felt all of this, as he basked in the sensation of power flooding into him from sources that would never run dry...

"This..."

Galileo’s voice emerged with shining eyes of interest and wonder as he looked at the Seal spinning above Noah’s palm. His large ears were fully erect, his whiskers twitching with excitement that his Fundamental Depth perception could not fully contain.

"This feels without a doubt to be a Phoneme of The First Tongue, and yet it does not match any of the Phonemes of The First Tongue that I know!"

His fluffy form practically vibrated with scholarly curiosity as he floated closer, Duke padding through the air beside him with ears perked forward.

"Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Void, Light, Darkness, Life, Death, Time, Space, Order, Chaos, Unity, Division, Beginning, Ending, Paradox. These are the 18 Phonemes. This is not any of them!"

...!

His words were grand as toward this observation, Noah looked at the ancient Muspeli Lifeform with calm tyranny burning in his gaze.

"This is just one of the 9 new Phonemes I have recently designed."

His voice carried weight that matched the Seal spinning above him.

"The First Tongue is no longer just made up of 18 Phonemes."

...!

The words caused an immense silence to descend across the burning skies of Muspelheim.

He had added to it.

What the fuck!?

THUNK!

THUNK!

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

He forged new letters of The First Tongue!

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