Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3643  Existence! II

Now, this moment could arguably be considered the happiest moment in the life of the Queen of Matter.

She had the man she idolized standing before her. Beside him towered the manifestation of a terrifying construct- something he had raised from a spiritual floating island. It was now somehow even larger than any Megalos she had seen as honestly, it could already be considered a full-on Frequency!

She had all of them before her, and the Constructʼʼs manifestation had its very hand dug deep into their Source, which was currently expanded and reformed- transformed into something capable of handling multiple states of existence at once!

She could feel the Fables within each of them.

Her entire body was surrounded by swirling books that trembled with power, glowing with incandescent light as they recorded the Fables of all states of matter across all Frequencies.

But what this construct, what the Infiniverse Megalos Body was doing wasnʼt just viewing Fables across states and Frequencies.

It was searching for a single personʼs Fable across every Frequency and every possible state of existence that person had appeared in.

And it was doing this using someone elseʼs Source.

After expanding it in an unfathomable way, its current usage being something the Queen of Matter herself could never even attempt, the Infiniverse Megalos Body was doing the impossible!

ʼAh…am I actually playing a critical role in the Fable of the True Emperor of Quintessence? I didnʼt get absorbed into the Harem? I didnʼt get forgotten?!ʼ

…!

Those were the thoughts dancing through the Queen of Matterʼs mind even as her own weavings expanded and spread across Frequencies to search.

The hunt for Bob had begun.

Opposite her, Noahʼs figure radiated a stellar obsidian brilliance as he turned in a certain direction and voiced an intent that was inaudible to most, but one that rippled through entanglement to reach a distant entity.

To the Great Usurper.

”If youʼve started commandeering the souls of dead things within the Wheels of Existence surrounding Bob, can you pinpoint the location of those Wheels, or where he himself might be?”

He sent the question, and it didnʼt take long for a reply to come.

”Maybe. Possibly. But the moment I do that, heʼll sense me and start purging my access. Iʼve already usurped a few million weak ones as I climb toward the stronger ones. I could use them to get a general direction. But if youʼre already searching… are you confident you can secure a unilateral, absolute victory in just a few moves?”

The Great Usurper knew Noah well.

They both preferred fights that ended quickly- it meant the gap in power was wide enough!

But Noah couldnʼt answer with confidence just yet as he looked at his Weavings. He simply replied,

”This enemy this time is different. Compared to the others Iʼve faced, I canʼt say for sure. But the last time I fought him, I didnʼt have a True Source. Now I do. So, we will see. Let me know if you can find a general direction. Iʼve already cast a wide net across Frequencies as it might take a while.”

…!

On the other end, the Great Usurper took a moment before responding, as if weighing his words.

”Iʼve begun searching for a more specific trail. The weavings of the Dead Wheels of Existence are murky, but…they have passed through the Frequency of Aqua, the Frequency of Gold, and the Frequency of Normada…”

WAA!

As Noah received his words, he turned toward the Infiniverse Megalos Body and spoke aloud.

”Focus the search on the Frequencies of Gold, Normada, and Time…”

He didnʼt give exact coordinates- just places Bob may have passed through or could still be hiding in.

A massive search unfolded, all in pursuit of a grandiose Fable tied to a dead entity with multiple True Sources.

It was going to be a wondrous search as at such a time…

HUUM!

Noahʼs weavings vibrated with terrifying power. He turned his head sharply, his gaze cutting toward a direction not even within their current Frequency, but somewhere entirely different.

In the Frequency of Vigor.

Waves of white-green brilliance burst like oceans over verdant strings of existence within the Expanse.

Among those strings, the figures of Henry, the Emperor Penguin, Lilith, Erikson, the Primogenitor of Steel, and several others from the Infiniverse Megalos battled Lesser Source Complexity Faceless lifeforms, drawing upon the power of the True Severed Origin Osmontian to wield immense Complexity. They overwhelmed their enemies before any more Dark Towers could be constructed.

Everything had been going smoothly.

Until—

BOOM!

A Dark Tower tore through the veils between Frequencies, blooming in the heart of Vigor. Immediately, enormous Faceless entities emerged- radiating the might of Undeniable Telos Prime Sources.

At the forefront stood none other than Giuseppe!

The white bar on his head had hidden his face beneath the full suit of a Faceless lifeform as he was shining with lividity and rage as he roared.

”Youʼre his people?! Followers of Noah Osmont? Youʼll be dragged into the endless agony of the Wheel!”

HUUM!

Behind him and three other Telos Prime Source beings, black-and-white Wheels of Existence exploded into motion, emitting a horrifying pull toward Henry and the others.

A horrific, slow grinding pull.

”RAA!”

The Emperor Penguin let out an enraged roar as its cloneʼs weavings, and even the faint thread connecting to its main body, were dragged toward the spinning black and white Wheels.

It wasnʼt the only one. Everyone felt it, that strange, eerie sensation as if their very weavings were about to be swallowed by the Dead True Sources of Existence and lost forever.

A terrifying moment!

But then…

”A mere pawn actually dares?!”

A young voice rang out.

It was none other than Henry Osmont who stepped forward, his features uncannily similar to the True Severed Origin Osmontian. When Giuseppe saw him, he might as well have been looking at a younger version of Noah.

Rage overtook him as he locked onto Henry, focusing the Wheelʼs pull entirely on this single figure.

”Are you his progeny?! A child of that man?! Iʼll torture you the most!”

His voice was wild and chaotic, but before he could say another word, Henryʼs body ignited with a white-gold brilliance and proceeded to cover everyone behind him in radiant light.

White gold.

The True Flames of the Singed bloomed!

From the Son of the one who pioneered the True Source of the Singed, its power now bloomed.

He was young, yes- but the weavings of Nepotism among others made the impossible possible.

Even if it wasnʼt entirely his own, the power of a True Source flowed from him. And with it, he clashed head-on against the ghastly light of the Dead Wheels of Existence and entirely absolved the devouring force towards those he was with!