Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)
Chapter 4499: At The Darkest Hour IV


As the rage of THE Dead Order became apparent and built to a crescendo, she seemed like she was about to unleash even more words filled with venom and malice... and yet the rising flames of THE Immolation Of The Sacrilegious Savage caused her to be unable to even do this as she had to focus entirely on survival.


She glared towards Noah with eyes that promised retribution as seas of her authority continued to crash down on the flames with desperate intensity.


Noah looked towards Sigrid to confirm something important, and he saw that she had already completely stopped siphoning off the Civilizational Authority of Order. Just in case this would transfer the curse of THE Living Elemental to her as well.


Noah looked at THE Dead Order once more through The Veil with calm tyranny.


"So, I ask you again," he said with measured words. "Do you have a solution to such a curse? You should be able to feel it intimately now."


...!


As he said this, he also saw the prompts that flashed before his eyes with brilliant light.


|You have carried out a bold action of unsurpassable effort and audacity.|


|Your choices currently cause an existence much more complex than you to feel unbearable pain.|


|By spreading THE Immolation Of The Sacrilegious Savage to THE Dead Order, you have created a situation of unprecedented consequence.|


|Depending on the result of your actions, you can potentially harvest unfathomable wonders.|


He simply watched these prompts come and go like waves as he looked at THE Dead Order who gazed at him with eyes of utter malice and suffering combined.


She struggled against the flames for a long moment before speaking through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with hatred.


"Only THE Civilizational Authority can go against THE Civilizational Authority," she said with cruel finality. "You are not at that level. You are far from that level, and as of now, you will never reach that level. You could go past Septillions, Octillions, Nonillions, and even Decillions in Complexity and Purity, and you, Osmont...would not reach THE."


Her expression twisted with spiteful satisfaction despite her pain.


"All the efforts you have made, the grand Civilization you have been trying to build... all of it will crumble even before The Fallout happens. And I will be waiting for that patiently, Osmont. I will be waiting for your complete cession and collapse that you will carry out with your own hands when the pain you feel becomes unbearable."


Her voice rose to something like triumph through the agony.


"Rejoice, Osmont! Rejoice, for your death is coming!"


Her expression turned utterly spiteful and hateful towards the end, and after she finished these words she waved her hands with tremendous effort. A white veil emerged to surround her completely, blocking off any view of her brilliance and figure as if she did not even wish to look at him while she fought against the encroaching THE Immolation Of The Sacrilegious Savage.


...!


Noah looked at the scene in silence as behind him the figure of Sigrid asked with desperation in her voice, "What can I do?"


And the answer to this as Noah continued to burn was a calm and simple, "Nothing. It’s okay."


His eyes burned brightly as he thought of her answer echoing in his mind. Only THE Civilizational Authority can go against THE Civilizational Authority.


He closed his eyes and the scene of this ethereal domain, of the space between spaces, faded away as his focus came once more to his body that was within the Cultivation Citadel.


He strained as his legs and arms trembled with effort, and he only managed to stand upright while bearing the flames through sheer tyrannical will.


In the next moment, the figure of The Infiniverse made her descent, and she actually came bearing gifts in her hands.


She voiced out with shining eyes, "Elyndra provided these gifts from The First Farmer. As the first course of action for his Civilization, he planted seeds of effort that bore The Fruits of Effort."


She held them forward reverently.


"Consuming such a fruit will grant one the harvest of effort that they have been putting in across existence from the day they were born. The screaming the moment you arrived into the world in that hospital. As your mother cried in happiness and clutched you and held you. As your heart beat furiously and as your lungs sought air. As your teeth formed and grew, as your body and organs continued to develop. As you went through schools in the effort of communicating with others. As your first love turned you down because you were not enough. As you went through an apocalypse and lost your mother. As you awakened and made the effort to cast your very first fireball. All the effort since the day you were born..."


As she said this with a sense of hope, she threw these Fruits of Effort to him.


Noah managed to grab them with trembling hands, his steady gaze filled with tyranny looking at them as he nodded with understanding.


"Give my thanks to The First Farmer," Noah said with genuine gratitude despite the pain.


Thereafter, he opened his mouth unnaturally wide and swallowed the entirety of the first Fruit of Effort in a single gulp before he proceeded to do the same with the others in rapid succession.


Effort.


It took a great deal of effort to be who he was since the day that he was born.


Noah felt the vibrant Fruits of Effort bloom across his existence as everything began to shake and tremble with accumulated power.


His existence was currently surrounded by an array of harvests all around him, with the harvests of encroaching upon The Primordial Civilization of Elemental being immense and still being gathered. His Architect’s Bulwarks would undoubtedly advance and reach a glorious stage of achievement from all of this harvest.


And right now, as he sensed the Fruits of Effort dissolving into his existence, his eyes began to flicker with memories as he sensed the very first breath that he took the day that he was born.


As he began to feel all that effort accumulating, he spoke with commanding authority.


"All the effort of my existence from the day that I was born, from when I was even in my mother’s womb... let all of that effort flow into persevering and surviving and coming up with a solution for THE Immolation Of The Sacrilegious Savage."


...!


All the effort of his existence even before he was born!


His existence began to buzz with accumulated power as even while scorching flames tore apart every single cell in every atom... even as his existence continued to be battered by a pain that other existences could not handle for a second...


HUUUM!


His existence began to vibrate and resonate as verdant-gold light permeated all around him in waves of increasing intensity.


|All your Principles surge with unprecedented brilliance.|


|Retroactive Harvesting of Perpetual Harvest has been activated.|


|Harvest of Intent has been activated.|


|The Laborer’s Paradise multiplies all efforts at this moment by 1,000 times.|


|Primus Singularity has been activated.|


|Hardship Dissolution of The Principle of Arcana Infinitum has been activated.|


|The Cheating Architect has called upon The Developmental Console of your existence.|


|The ultimate feature of Existential Mod Support has been triggered.|


|Existential Mod Support can manifest concepts or weavings not currently present in Observable Existence.|


|You are attempting to birth something new.|


...!


Noah read through all of these prompts as they all burned with an unfathomable amount of effort and utter pristine glory.


He felt all of his five Principles burn with a light that almost exceeded the crimson-gold flames that were excruciatingly burning him


Almost.


And as all of this effort gathered and concentrated, as every ounce of effort from even before he was born burned for this singular moment in time...


The one thing that remained constant within him burned furiously the most.


His blue-gold Mana. His Primus Mana.


How infinitely grand they were was its own infinite effort.


|Mana is behind countless weavings of existence itself.|


|Mana is behind pain.|


|Mana is behind change.|


|Mana is behind mutations.|


|Mana is behind evolution.|


|Mana is behind adaptation.|


|Fundamental Truth: Mana dictates that if an answer does not exist in Observable Existence, Mana can simply be the source that brings a new answer to fruition.|


|Existential Mod Support agrees with this assessment.|


|A Glorious Mutation is underway.|


|A Glorious Evolution is underway.|


|THE Civilizational Authority Resistance has begun to bloom within your existence. THE Organ of Civilization seeks to bloom within your existence.|


...!


BOOOM!



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