Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3834: End His Beginning! III

Far above the swirling wonder of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, within the confines of the Gold Schrödinger’s Expanse, Noah sat in quiet calculation on a vessel.

His gaze swept over the skyspace, where radiant clusters of Wheels of Existence hovered like ancient glory brought close. Each one pulsed with multicolored light, forming a great ring around the Goldfolds. From their slow, solemn spin came light and waves of Paradox more refined than anything he had seen before.

That light was not scattered but focused. Threads of paradoxical brilliance coalesced in the heart of the sphere around them, directed inward toward a citadel unlike any other. It did not rise from stone or starlight, but from the backbones of Wheels of Existence, its body a towering structure of pulsing gold veins and etched runes.

The light from the Wheels above poured into it, flowing like rivers into a sacred basin.

Noah could feel it. With every breath, every idle thought, waves of complexity and purity filled him. His Living Wheel of Existence spun faster, humming with a deep, knowing sound. His weavings burned brighter, pulling in the Paradox that surrounded him.

Moiraine turned from her seat, her golden eyes landing on him with a glimmer of power "This, what you see before you...we call the Paradoxical Dyson Sphere of Existence."

Her voice was calm, her words clear. " Living Paradoxes created Dyson Spheres- a few - that arranged Transcendent Wheels of Existence into orbit. Their constant weavings fuel our paradoxical civilization, giving us what is needed to ascend beyond even the edge of what should be as a nigh endless supply of Paradoxical Authority is produced."

She paused, letting her gaze sweep across the light-filled citadel ahead. "The brightest result of such a construct is the Dyson Singularity. A core, bathed in concentrated Paradox. It is not for all. Only Living Paradoxes who have proven themselves may enter. But you will enter as the light of the Dyson Singularity will quicken your path to Originus Venerant."

Noah nodded slowly, his eyes bright. The implications were immense. The vessel they rode began to descend deeper, threading through shafts of paradoxical light, the Dyson Sphere revealing more of its grandeur. But just as they neared, something shifted.

A flicker.

It was faint at first. A thread of sensation deep in Noah’s mind. He recognized the feeling, but not the content. His weavings of Absolute Fictional Transcendence were stirring, entangled with fables that were not his own.

They came delayed, too complex to process in real time.

Threads of sentences arrived.

Of...the Paradoxical Prison. Of Thauron!

One after another.

And then...

A thread of memory.

[...Thauron only laughed.

He looked straight at the Living Origin before him, his smile wider now, less amused and more mad. "Seeing your light of grandeur, you must be a Living Origin through and through. So I will tell you this...]

Noah’s expression hardened. The air around him grew cold. He turned toward Moiraine, voice low but clear. "A Living Origin knows about me. About what you discovered in the Paradoxical Prison."

Her head whipped toward him, her eyes sharp. Oryzarakh stirred behind them, his deep voice echoing with disbelief. "Impossible."

But something was already wrong.

In the next instant...

|The Living True Sources of Paradox, Origin, Quintessence, Protagonist, and Infinity seethe with defiance!|

BOOOM!

The throne he was on fractured.

And...

Noah’s posture slumped. His arms grew heavy. The sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by a dull, creeping light. His pupils turned white. His skin followed, hardening into gray stone.

Calcification spread from his temples to his nose, climbing like frost.

Moiraine surged to her feet. Her voice rang out, heavy with command and rage "Living Origin Authority! He is already under attack!"

Her expression was heavy.

He was still an Unbound Living Paradox.

He only had 100 chances to die!

With an attack from a genuine Living Origin, he could be ended a thousand times in a second as she knew things were extremely perilous!

BOOM!

She moved without hesitation. Wings of golden paradox burst behind her, wide as the horizon. She crossed the space between them in an instant, her wings folding forward to shield him. Her white-gold hand pressed against Noah’s chest, cutting through his robes, piercing into his heart. She did not flinch.

Power surged.

Waves of paradoxical brilliance flowed from her, golden floods against the encroaching gray to keep it at bay!

And she did all of this...there was no eruption of Inevitabilities!

...!

Behind her, the golden slime Nina rode tensed. The Foldless One herself blinked in disbelief.

No sparks of Inevitability. None.

The paradox from Moiraine touched his body, and nothing shattered. No sign of collapse. Just light, and resistance.

Moiraine roared toward the helm. "Take us to the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity! Get accelerated clearance from the Honored Living Golden Paradox! NOW!"

Caretaker Nina blinked, then nodded. The vessel leapt forward, gold trailing in its wake.

Around it, Foldless Ones around the Goldfolds appeared from the folds of light, drawn by the commotion.

They were akin to massive celestial titans coming to question what was happening.

Oryzarakh was already behind Noah as waves of obsidian Paradoxical brilliance flooded from his hands and into Noah!

Aetheron...stood at the back of the vessel, his expression tight. He did not speak.

Within the flood of light, Moiraine’s voice whispered into Noah’s mind.

"Osmont... can you hear me?!"

HUUM!

Her voice pushed against the silence. "Osmont, you are under attack by a Living Origin! That means your very purpose and beginning is under assault. I am flooding Paradox into your existence, shielding your Weavings, but it has already latched onto you!"

WAA!

She pressed deeper, wings bright.

"You must fight. You must not lose your purpose. Do not forget your beginning. Once you attain Originus Venerant, such attacks will not touch you from mere entanglements! Hold on. Just hold on!"

...!

Her power surged, but the calcification did not stop. It slowed, but still crept higher. His eyes, once brilliant, now blank white. His voice, silent.

His head was already gray and turned into stone!

Moiraine was stern as she bellowed out again. "Osmont! DO NOT lose your purpose!"

Outside, chaos churned. Foldless Ones began to observe the moving vessel, eyes locked on the strange interaction unfolding before them.

Two Living Paradoxes intertwined with a third one. And yet...no Inevitability. No collapse.

Within the vessel, Ozymandias floated still. His form flickered with faint light. His mind held firm, taking in the brunt of the Living Origin’s strike.

He received 99% of the attack of the Living Origin since it was directed towards...Ozymandias.

But he was not just Ozymandias.

A thread of the attack remained.

Only a thread.

Barely 0.1%.

Barely!

But this traversed across weavings of existence.

It traveled across folds.

And reached...Noah Osmont.

Noah Osmont in the Infiniverse. Noah Osmont in the Living Origin Labyrinth!

A small thread...coming from a being unfathomably stronger than the current him!

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