Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3840: Living! IV

The storm of Paradox had not yet calmed.

From every direction across the nearby Goldfolds, the gazes of Foldless Ones loomed- massive and distant, like constellations turned to watch.

As if grand, extremely complex Constellation were watching a small, lone human!

Hundreds and thousands of times more complex and pure than him.

And yet even under those gazes, that one human did not buckle!

The Foldless Ones gazed.

Regal, radiant with layered complexity, their expressions held no fear or contempt. Only silence. Weighty silence, as if the totality of their contemplation had settled into the Folds themselves.

They did not speak. They watched. Each mind turned inward, parsing the implications, weighing the impossibilities that now stood calmly before them.

A Young Paradox that did not stir Inevitabilities.

The swirling winds of Paradox rushed harder around Noah’s vessel, their brilliance illuminating every Foldless One in stark gold.

Amidst it, Moiraine’s voice rang like a bell tolling across the skies. Her wings of paradox still unfurled, white-gold brilliance pulsing at her back.

"This Young Paradox," she said, eyes narrowed to flint, voice lined with quiet command, "was attacked by Living Origins who merely knew of him. And still, he survived."

...!

Moiraine’s voice rose again. "He survived... because I intervened. Because we acted swiftly. But this is not sustainable. His Existence must be bound to Paradox at once. He must become Originus Venerant, or this will happen again. And next time, it will not be just one attack."

Moiraine pressed forward. "The Honored Living Golden Paradox is not here. The Young Paradox is not in line for the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity. He does not have permission yet. But his Existence- what he represents- is now more important than anything else."

HUUM!

The wind ceased.

Not because she finished speaking. But because the space behind her pulsed with a foreign weight.

From the heart of the Dyson Sphere, light folded in on itself. A body emerged, cloaked in white.

Nine halos glowed gently around its head, their radiance steady and ancient. The Foldless Ones parted respectful as the being drifted forward like a ghost too grand to touch.

Noah’s gaze rose toward him- unblinking, unrushed. He studied the being with calm curiosity, as if peering at a great painting and seeing its flaws.

The veing floated forward and looked at him closely in this silence.

"I am the White Paradox," the being spoke. His voice was ageless, cracked with time yet brimming with clarity. "The Dyson Singularity Guardian of the Goldfolds. We...can skip procedures for all this today."

WAA!

Even Moiraine gave a nod, her lips tight. Her eyes, however, never left the White Paradox’s face.

Noah tilted his head. The ancient eyes of the White Paradox met his, and for a heartbeat, they smiled. Something flickered there- a sense of surprise!

Without another word, the White Paradox turned and threw out his fist.

BOOM!

The space beside him shattered like porcelain.

A fracture in the Fold. A bloom of paradox so white it hurt to see!

A wormhole opened slowly, a circular maw of translucent white pulling in light but giving none back.

"There is no time for discussion if an attack has already been made," said the White Paradox, his voice low and absolute. "We will speak after. Go now. Enter. You will be placed directly into the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity. Let its complexity wrap around you. Let it see what you are as you should attain the mere level of an Originus Venerant soon after"

...!

An accelerated pathway.

Noah gazed at the White Paradox as this was a way of doing things he preferred!

He took one step forward, and he glanced at the White Paradox, his voice calm and smooth as he pointed behind him.

"I’ll need Lady Moiraine here. You don’t mind if she tags along, do you? Should am attack or something...inconvenient arise again."

...!

There was a pause.

Then the White Paradox gave a smile that made Wheels tremble.

"Of course. She will guard you. I will alert the Honored Living Golden Paradox. Little Moiraine, I leave this in your hands."

Noah offered a brief nod of thanks. His expression did not waver as he continued!

Moiraine turned her head slightly as he passed, then stepped beside him without hesitation as she took things seriously.

Together, they moved toward the wormhole, its edges pulsing like a heart.

Behind them, Oryzarakh stood tall.

And far behind even him, Aetheron watched.

A Young Paradox forgotten. His mouth did not open. His thoughts did not stir.

He watched as the storm moved forward, as one Young Paradox was carried toward the center of something far older than he ever imagined.

And the Foldless Ones watched too, saying nothing, but understanding everything.

—

Past the wormhole, the folds bent.

Layer by layer, the fabric of paradox twisted itself inward, narrowing into a radiant axis of convergence and event horizons.

Noah and Moiraine drifted in silence across those layered spirals, their bodies weightless, their auras still humming with the echoes of the Foldless Ones’ gazes left behind.

In a short period of time.

They had arrived at the Paradoxical Dyson Singularity.

Here, the weavings of countless Transcendent Wheels of Existence had been spun and folded, their essence harvested and woven into a singular intent: the purification of Paradox.

Everything in this space moved with terrifying order. It was not chaos, though it pulsed like it.

It was convergence- every strand of paradoxical light, every golden arc of energy, all flowing toward the same place meant for Foldless Ones.

And he, not yet Originus Venerant, now stepped into it.

Noah could feel his existence buzz the moment they crossed into the inner sphere. That sensation- the one he had just recently quelled- rose again. A yearning. A command. Devour everything. Take in all that can be taken. Bind it to your purpose.

But he was still himself.

So he reined it in.

His brilliant eyes narrowed, sweeping over the radiant chamber that unfolded around them.

Incandescent golden plasma floated in drifting seas, suspended like oil on the surface of a star.

Waves of paradox shimmered in motionless arcs around what he knew to be Existential Event Horizons- points where all flow of existence ceased.

Places where even light would find no return.

Event Horizons formed the inner veil of the Dyson Singularity, wrapping it in impossibility.

And beyond that veil, pulsing slowly in rings of impossible symmetry, spun the singularity itself. It was not a core. It was a ring. A milky-white ring of infinity and brilliance wrapped around Paradox.

Infinite.

What he did a few years ago as a weak human, Foldless Ones tried to paradoxically do with these Dyson Spheres!

Behind them, the entrance closed.

CLANG!

Reality sealed with an irreversible folding of paradox that left them truly alone.

Even the Foldless Ones, watching from their positions in the Goldfolds, could no longer see them.

And it was there, within this temple of convergence, that Moiraine’s voice finally broke the silence.

"Are you really okay?" she asked, her tone tight, controlled. Her eyes were sharp, keen. "I can attribute much to your uniqueness, but surviving that level of entangled Origin Authority? Reversing it without Originus Venerant status?" Her eyes narrowed. "How?"

He met her gaze evenly, his expression calm but unreadable.

What he felt inside...was difficult to speak plainly.

He was aware now of the weight of that ancient droplet. The singular spark of Everything. It did not make him all-powerful.

But it made him fundamentally different. Living Existential Authorities now became heavily drawn to him.

And more, his existence had entered a loop- closed, self-contained, unaffected by external tampering.

That was why the Living Origin’s strike had failed.

But even that, he suspected- no, knew, was only the surface.

Noah’s eyes closed slowly. He stood there, feeling the gravitic pull of the singularity beyond the event horizon, and his voice flowed out in a low, deep rumble that commanded attention.

"I am going to test what it means," he said, each word carved with the confidence of certainty. "What I became."

Moiraine’s brows knit, her mouth parting with alarm. "What do you mean test-....!"

HUUM!

The space shifted.

The golden paradox all around them flared with heat, roiling as if something deep beneath it had stirred.

Noah released it slowly, just ten percent of the scent of his existence. Of the aura of an Early Creature!

Only a fraction of what had been ignited in him.

And the Dyson Singularity began to burn.

Waves of paradox twisted like tendrils in a maelstrom. A low, thrumming resonance passed through the floor beneath them as Moiraine’s wings flared out wide, her expression suddenly stern.

"What did you just do?" Her voice boomed like a command.

Noah’s response came smooth and calm, a serpent coiled in patience.

"I let it breathe."

He opened his eyes slowly, his irises now glinting with the weight of age.

They were not overly bright, but they carried that gray dull light of that drop of blood!

"And?" he asked her, calmly. "How do you feel?"

Moiraine’s body was buzzing. Her breath had shortened. She looked down at her hands and then to her chest where a foreign buzzing had begun to thrum.

Her voice, when it came, was cautious and low.

"My weavings," she said. "They’re... they’re trembling." Her eyes widened. "They see you as some kind of Panacea of Paradox itself. A catalyst. If I devoured even a fraction of your existence, I..."

She stopped herself.

Noah tilted his head. "You’d ascend beyond recognition."

Her silence was confirmation.

And still, he smiled gently. His presence remained light, carefree almost. But something behind it, behind that stillness, now held an unfathomable gravity.

"You asked how I survived." His voice rang again. "I didn’t. I did...much more than that."

HUUM!

He turned away from her, gazing out toward the ring of infinity that spun slowly past the horizon of no return.

"I became."

...!

His weavings buzzed.

And all around him, the paradox burned brighter as he continued!

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