Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3733: Unquestionably True! I

”My son.”

Noah began, his voice serene, though his blood burned like wildfire beneath his skin.

The True Severed Origin Osmontian.

In this moment, he wasnʼt merely Truly Severed. He was more. So much more.

Bloodlines were peculiar things- basic in that they were universal, and yet sacred in how they carried weight beyond comprehension. Everyone had one. Everyone came from somewhere. But not everyone understood what it meant to carry the memories, the grandeur, the weight of generations within their veins.

And the way they were passed down… was just as unique.

Noahʼs bloodline stemmed from his mother and father. Humans, by all accounts. Their ancestors walked the same blue planet generations before. His grandfather and grandmother- he could glimpse pieces of them, scattered through the memories of his mother and himself. To them, the lineage meant little.

But to him?

To him, it meant everything.

HUUM!

Existence itself trembled.

His genome, the intricate genetic code that pulsed through his body and was passed on through him, had long since transcended the natural order. It had crossed thresholds of complexity again and again, until it became something entirely unfathomable.

From those crossings, a title was born: True Severed Origin Osmontian.

And now, now it evolved again- its Complexity and Purity surpassing even what a Nascent Source-Bearer Complexity Entity could dream of. It unshackled its former self and became something even more… Quintessential.

Noah turned his gaze to his son- those eyes full of reverence, of longing. Of the need to prove himself.

He saw the ache in them. The ache to be seen. To be worthy.

To bear the name Osmont with pride. To make him proud.

But at the end of the day…

He just wanted his son to be happy.

So he spoke, softly, with fire in his heart.

”My son… blood is not something just handed down. Blood is what you make of it. Our bloodline is one that exceeds. One that overcomes. But most of all, it is what we shape it into.”

…!

His words carried weight.

And with them, his blood responded.

For a moment, every vein, every artery- every channel of existence that carried his blood shimmered. His Heart of Infinity blazed with wild hues, a burning, radiant engine that defied understanding.

His blood burned with colors unspoken, its complexity and purity rising- rising until the very pressure of it could suppress Harmonized Sourcebound Icons.

It pulsed through him, and he met his sonʼs gaze again- really met it.

Those eyes, still seeking affirmation. Still hoping.

”A bloodline is what you make of it,” he repeated, voice resolute. ”The True Severed Origin Osmontian bloodline is what I made of mine. One day, youʼll decide what youʼll make of yours. Even inherited destiny is shaped by effort and yours to freely take and enjoy..”

…!

He wasnʼt the kind of father to withhold fortune, to teach through absence or deprivation.

No.

He was the kind of father who would give everything.

Because he had been raised by someone who gave him nothing.

And he would never be that man.

”Today, my bloodline will take a step forward,” he declared. ”And it will carry you with it. You, my son. And all whoʼve stood beside me. This is my lesson to you- never be afraid to give more than you have. Because if you keep everything to yourself… itʼs lonely at the top. You may reach everything. And still have no one to share it with. So give, my son. And give freely.”

BOOM!

The moment the words left his lips, the world shifted.

|The True Severed Origin Osmontian Lineage has undergone a True Existential Source Evolution, becoming the True Origin Osmontian Paracausal Lineage.|

|You have been deemed the Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum. You forsook all personal gain from your lineageʼs evolution, allowing its wonders to be shared with those close to you and those who aided your Record.|

|A selfless act in the face of overwhelming Complexity and Purity.|

|And in turn, a paradox: You received not nothing, but a boon beyond comprehension. As the Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum, The Complexity and Purity of all your weavings of existence now progress at a rate that cannot be quantified. It is simply… Paradoxical.|

…!

|Your Progeny and close familial ties now fall under the First Tier below you, known as the Paracausal Infinitum Veinbearers. They may freely inherit Complexity and Purity at the Moderate Level from any True Source under the Osmontian Infinitum.|

|Those entangled in your journey, and those who supported your Recordʼs evolution, are granted the Second Tier title: Paracausal Infinitum Oathbearers. They inherit Complexity and Purity at the Low Level from select True Sources of their choosing.|

|And the countless entities who channel through you… are now Paracausal Infinitum Echoes. If they seek growth, they may follow their own path to a True Source at a rapid rate.|

…!

The prompts were endless. The impact? Even grander.

Noah had intended to give- but in return, he had been given something beyond fantastical.

A Paradoxical progression rate.

And already, he could feel its influence.

Another of his bodies surged forward- battling Infiniverse and Ruination, pressing against their every strike with no restraint. And behind it all, his True Sources spiraled outward, obliterating the Legends of the native Wheel of Existence.

He could feel the difference now.

Feel how his Complexity and Purity spiked with every breath, every strike, every intention.

If the numbers could be seen, they would have shot into the skies gloriously.

Because now, he wasnʼt just utilizing his Sources.

He was putting pressure on them. Bending their meanings. Denying others their truth and forcing new ones to take shape.

Utilization.

That would be key to everything moving forward.

True Sources were like celestial ore, tempered by glorious tempests. Every strike shattered weakness. Every thunderous blow forged deeper meaning. And every time it was reforged, it became more radiant- more intricate, until it shone with a complexity that rivaled even the deepest wonders of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

And now, Noah had gained wings to fly further than ever before.

His entire body radiated waves of terrifying immensity as his form gradually became ever pristine.

And around his body…celestial blue gold shimmering clouds filled with infinity symbols began to form!