Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3457  Serendipity! V

A Source Complexity Entity entered into Noahʼs fold freely after her own people told her she was about to become a scapegoat for something she didnʼt have any control over.

She didnʼt know that the moment she passed through the Frequency Gateway, it just so happened that a moment later, the largest number of Strings of Existence thus far snapped all at once!

BOOM!

At the Point of Origin.

Bob was surrounded by blinding weavings of complexity, golden blood erupting from over a hundred white gold tentacles that had been wrapped around Strings of Existence nearby!

They snapped all at once, this Unraveling being the most violent one so far!

His gaze was cloudy and filled with silent anger as the ruptured white gold tentacles returned into his body, and even more erupted out from his sides as they held onto a few hundred more golden Strings of Existence.

At such a time, a deep sigh echoed out in the surroundings as space opened up like pages of a book, and an aged old man with white hair and a beard appeared from these pages!

|Even though it may all be pointless, this old man will alap join you in this endeavor.|

…!

A terrifying but silent complexity seethed around him as over a hundred white lines erupted from him to wrap onto other golden Strings of Existence.

Bob turned towards this entity as he harrumphed, his gaze also turning towards other directions as more auras came out!

|Great Sage, Persephael…you lot only decided to come in now? Useless.|

His voice was cold as, after the old man, a few more entities with utterly terrifying weavings of complexity appeared one after another, their gazes full of unknown weavings as they stared at this Point where Existence itself was Unraveling!

It was Watchers.

Watchers of the Wheelomachy!

Wheelomachy.

What did this word even mean?

The first term was simple as it related to the Wheel.

It was the second term that was more complex.

It meant battle. It meant war!

The Watchers of the Wheelomachy were literally the Watchers of the Battle of the Wheel!

The Watchers of the War of the Wheel of Existence!

But their weavings did far more than just watch.

At this moment, multiple of these Watchers appeared.

Among those to arrive, a woman adorned with golden jewels all over her body looked at the empty region of the Expanse that was absent of a few hundred Strings of Existence as she asked.

|What caused such an unraveling? What important piece of Existence did this Frequency lose to cause this phenomenon, especially one that is occurring this fast? In any other Frequencies that lost something that should have never been lost, the reaction has never been this violent. And Existence rectified itself soon after to fill the hole of the missing piece. What creature is the Wheel deeming irreplaceable that this Unraveling is continuing?|

…!

The one called Persephael asked such heavy questions.

Yes!

There had been instances in the past where events that should have never occurred…took place.

But always, the Wheel continued to churn.

What was lost was replaced.

Whatever piece that was needed for the flow of the Wheel to continue would arise even without the Watchers having to intervene, but there were instances where they did intervene and were able to solve small unravelings of existence.

|The possible Point of Origin is a creature I was drawn to not too long ago- or those connected to him. A creature barely beginning to grasp the States of Existence. He was forcefully sent into the weavings of the Purgatory Lands through the forced hand of the Logos of the Wheel. Things began to unravel from that point.|

…!

Bob waved his hands dismissively while he replied and gave the most rudimentary information.

Hearing it, the gazes of others changed as Persephael looked toward Bob inquisitively.

|You were involved even before this all began? Could your weavings have rubbed off-|

|Donʼt speak any nonsense. The critical thing here is that the lost weaving of Existence was lost in the Purgatory Lands. What is lost in Purgatory Lands does not come back. And if the Wheel itself cannot rectify it…the unraveling will only accelerate.|

|...|

Silence descended as these entities listened to the words of Bob with differing expressions.

|The bigger question to ask, and those responsible will answer it- is what exactly prompted the Logos of the Wheel to issue out one of their missions for this? Was this truly an accidental event, or was it purposeful on their behalf?|

…!

Shocking words came out of Bob as the eyes of those here flashed with brilliance!

Purposeful?

The first ever unraveling of existence that was this massive in scale was a purposeful event?

|This…| The Great Sage had a hazy expression as he thought carefully before he continued.

|Is this why I hear the talks of War? That fox, Heimilzana, reached out to me to act as a mediator between the Logos of the Wheel and the Watchers if I could.|

|Oh, did she now?| Bobʼs singularities became even sharper as he harrumphed and continued.

|The pretext of War makes it so that I can uproot all of those involved in this within the Logos of the Wheel. With their records, Iʼll be sure whether this was truly an accident or not. I have to do this because…what do you all think will happen if this Unraveling of Existence continues?|

…!

The pretext of the War across Frequencies. Because the forces of the Logos of the Wheel were stretched out across Frequencies.

But Bob asked an even more critical question thereafter as in the distance, the bejeweled figure of Persephael sighed as she spoke out with a gloomy expression.

|When it passes a certain point, all weavings of this Frequency of Existence will destabilize, and the complexity of life within will start to be affected. Eventually, the entire Frequency will unravel as after that…|

|Yes. After that…| Bob looked at all the Watchers who had arrived here as his gaze was exceedingly cold.

He finished the words of Persephael.

|After that, this unraveling of existence will likely spread onto other Frequencies as we…will have a Catastrophic Weaving of the Wheel on our hands!|

…!