Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3669  Ashes IV.

Every action had an equal and opposite reaction.

Every choice had a consequence.

Noah stared at the man- a being who had become a Dead Thing- someone who had made countless choices across a long life, all of them leading here.

To this.

A prison of Noahʼs making. And unless something drastic happened like shattering another Dead Absolute Complex True Source-getting out would be nearly impossible.

Yet Bob remained calm, surrounded by the weavings of the True Source of Ruination, his mind remarkably intact. He called out, his voice unwavering.

”My daughter. I do all of this for my daughter. Sheʼs locked within this Absolute Complex True Source of Existence.”

His eyes flicked to the black Wheel of Existence that hovered beside him, its weavings unbearably complex. At the center, untouched, was a soul he had never dared to disturb.

”Others- others can be called out and turned into Faceless Lifeforms. But her… Iʼve never touched her soul. Iʼve never even spoken to her. I feared tainting her with death. But if I can find that... I should be able to reinvigorate the Dead Wheel of Existence. Everyone within it would be saved. Itʼs such a simple act. Harmless. This… this is all I seek. Iʼm just a father seeking a sliver of hope for his daughter.”

Bobʼs voice rang with conviction, as if he had built every ounce of his existence toward this moment.

Noahʼs expression didnʼt shift. Cold. Unmoved.

The fable of the Scorpion and the Frog echoed in his mind.

This man, this thing…would sting and kill them all, no matter how sweetly he spoke.

But Noah still asked.

”What is that? The thing you and the one who destroyed your Wheel were chasing—what is it?”

He needed to know the identity of this unknown force that powerful beings were chasing.

The reason he hadnʼt believed Bob wasnʼt just distrust—it was because the entity who had destroyed Bobʼs Wheel eons ago…they had come seeking the same thing. They hadnʼt intended to destroy. They had come for that.

And yet, destruction followed.

So how could Bob expect anything different?

Still, Noah sought answers.

Bob turned toward him, his eyes aglow with weary truth.

”It is unknown. Many call it different names. No one knows what it truly is. But we believe that unique Absolute Complex True Sources… they act as pathways. Some call it The Loom. Others call it the Pirene of Existence. Everyone has their name for it, and yet… no one has ever found or seen it. But I believe its pathway is here. I just…”

He trailed off.

All he needed was to reach the core weavings of the Wheel of Existence.

But Noah could never allow it. The risk was too great.

That, too, was a choice.

And because no one ever truly knew the consequences of even the smallest decisions, Noah raised the Cradle of Purity high above the endless prison of Ruination.

He was about to make a choice of his own.

He had to.

Because in this very moment, his body—traveling alongside the Origin Singed—flickered across countless frequencies of Existence until they finally arrived…

At hell.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The Frequency of Light shook violently. Its very fabric teetered on collapse. What once brimmed with vibrant auras and silver-white brilliance had now been reduced to dust.

Minutes ago, the Expanse had been filled with life. The strings of existence—tense and bright.

Now?

Fractured.

Broken.

Drained of light!

The Flow. The Weavings. The very essence of the Frequency of Light—over half of it—was gone. Devoured.

Every Pioneer. Every Existence-Severing entity. Every Source, whether it be Lesser or Prime.

Gone.

Annihilated by the two Dead Things who had arrived here after Bob.

And they revealed, in perfect clarity, the true nature of what Dead Things do.

Noah sensed them from afar.

One was a massive gray, crescent-shaped Wheel exuding tentacles lined with razor teeth. It consumed everything.

He dubbed it the Gray-Wheeled Tentacled Dead Thing.

The other… a humanoid woman.

Her figure was barely two meters tall, and yet her hair—a storm of darkness—extended across light-years, vast enough to match a Megalos.

Her strands consumed everything they touched. Noah dubbed her…the Heran Megalos Dead Thing!

Their Harmonized Sourcebound Icon Complexity surged higher with each ounce of life drained.

White gold flames of the Wheel innately washed down like a sea to try and scorch them, but they withstood these flames with their Dead True Sources!

”Choices, and consequences.”

Noahʼs voice was quiet. Final.

Beside him, the Origin Singed stood still, watching the devastation with grim resolve. He said nothing.

Then he moved.

A streak of burning light—he launched himself toward the two Dead Things, aiming to stop their annihilation of the Frequency of Light before they moved on to consume others.

And they would.

They would devour endlessly. Satisfying their True Sources… and then continuing anyway.

Noah turned his gaze upon the collapsing landscape and spoke softly.

”Echoes of the Unwritten.”

HUUM!

The True Source of Existence erupted from him again—its necessity growing with each new calamity.

Stellar obsidian brilliance gushed outward, bathing light-years of space. From the torn remnants of the Frequency of Light, something began to return.

Life.

Weavings.

Form.

The destroyed and decimated structures—countless quintillions—began to reform. The Megalos of this frequency slowly returning to their former state.

As this grand process took hold, Noah turned his head toward the two distant Dead Things.

The Origin Singed had barely reached them.

The body of the Origin Singed flared, erupting with the luminous Pillar of Concordance as he shouted:

”Moshata! Bizax! Our fight isnʼt over!”

He knew their names.

He had battled them for eons.

He couldnʼt afford to let them persist!

Their presence alone—even without feeding—was causing the Wheelʼs flow to collapse. Rapidly.

They had to die. And quickly.

Noahʼs body radiated the profound power of the True Source of Existence as he was undoing a cataclysm and restoring a Frequency.

And then, he also began to radiate with crimson Ruination, calling out lightly.

”Existential Unraveling.”

…!

Ruination unfurled.

Instantly, crimson lines shot out from Noah—trillions of them—each one alive, lashing toward both Dead Things in the distance!