Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3759 Unbound Tyranny! IV

Weavings of existence continued to unfold.

I left as Romulus began talking to the Legends of the Native Wheel of Existence, going towards a flat region of vibrant Manadynamics filled with a sea of mana.

I became drenched in it as my gaze was turned inward.

I stood there, hands folded behind my back while the rest of the Crucible exhaled, rejoiced, and mourned…

I thought.

The Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices I had absorbed churned within my existence.

A quiet storm of potential.

And as always, I directed it.

I looked at my Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum Lineage.

Nine Lattices already stood firm and glorious.

I turned to the others with their own Lattices.

The Singed.

Chronos.

Genesis.

Quantum.

Space.

Soul.

Infinity.

Uncertainty.

Veritarch.

Each True Source already bore three Lattices, granting me 1% Resistance in their domains.

But I now built more!

The Undefined Lattices answered as they made sure to change themselves and be defined easily.

In a few minutes… my body was surrounded by a cascade of Lattices by the dozens.

Nine True Sources, 9 Lattices each. With my current Purity and Complexity Quotients, doing up to 9 was manageable.

+2% to each of their Resistances.

| Elemental Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Temporal Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Origin Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Quantum Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Dimensional Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Spiritual Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Conceptual Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Emotive Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. | | Law Resistance: +2%. Total: 3%. |

Simple. Efficient.

Nine Lattices per Source.

9 Sources and one ridiculous Lineage.

90 Lattices total.

And with the nine Lattices from my True Source of Loot, bringing the total to ninety-nine Lattices.

My Resistances, collectively…

Thirty percent.

Not thirty in a single domain.

No, that was something else entirely.

But thirty spread across the ten archetypes of existence.

A net Resistance of 30%.

I stood still, feeling the hum of it in my Existence.

It was not like gaining power.

It was like being woven differently.

Existence acknowledged me more now, a quiet, grudging respect from the threads of reality as if they had to do what I told them.

Alteration?

Easier.

Dominance?

Closer.

But…

I flexed my will again, tried to push further.

Tried to forge a tenth Lattice in any of the True Sources.

The result?

Silence.

Resistance.

The Undefined Lattices, still swirling in limited number, refused.

No. Not refused.

Could not.

A barrier had formed.

Not of structure.

But of scale.

I understood immediately.

It wasnʼt about Lattices.

It was about me.

About the Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient that formed the bedrock of my authority.

And right now?

Insufficient.

Hopelessly insufficient for the next step.

My current Purity and Complexity was enough to rule against average Primarchs.

And this was me labeling Time Sentinels that Primarch Kalysta labeled as terrifying as average.

But anyone, when paired or compared against me, most times turned average.

My Purity and Complexity Quotients had exploded upwards in the process of forming even more Lattices.

But not enough to continue ascending because my sheer number of Resistances were too high compared to my own existence.

Those who had 30% Resistance as Primarchs would maybe have Purity Quotient and Complexity Quotient exceeding 300,000, maybe 500,000.

If I wanted to forge the tenth Lattice in any domain…

I would need more.

Much more.

I breathed once, slow and patient, and brought up my internal panel.

A habit.

A ritual.

A reminder.

| Noah Osmont - Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum of the Infiniverse Crucible |

| True Sources with Lattices Forged: |

Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum (Paradoxical) - 9 Lattices

Singed (Elemental) - 9 Lattices

Chronos (Temporal) - 9 Lattices

Genesis (Origin) - 9 Lattices

Quantum (Quantum) - 9 Lattices

Space (Dimensional) - 9 Lattices

Soul (Spiritual) - 9 Lattices

Infinity (Concept) - 9 Lattices

Uncertainty (Emotion) - 9 Lattices

Veritarch (Law) - 9 Lattices

Loot - 9 Lattices (Categorized under Paradoxical Resistance)

| Existential Dimensional Lattices Formed: 99 |

| Total True Absolute Existential Resistances: |

Paradoxical Resistance: 3%

Elemental Resistance: 3%

Temporal Resistance: 3%

Origin Resistance: 3%

Quantum Resistance: 3%

Dimensional Resistance: 3%

Spiritual Resistance: 3%

Conceptual Resistance: 3%

Emotive Resistance: 3%

Law Resistance: 3%

| Collective Total Resistance: 30% |

| Current Complexity Quotient (CQ): 115,000 (185,000) SU | | Current Purity Quotient (PQ): 110,000 (180,000) SU |

| Note: Advancement of Lattices beyond 9 per Source(a limitation exclusively for you) requires exceeding current Complexity and Purity Quotient thresholds. Minimum Target: 300,000 SU CQ/PQ. |

”Hmm…”

I closed the panel with a thought.

A smile, quiet and sharp, played at the corner of my mouth.

I was not satisfied.

But satisfaction was for the small.

I stood beneath the rain, feeling it slip past me like reverent murmurs.

The Great Beyonder, Arthur, the Omnifather, and the others stood in the distance.

Romulus floated by the Witness as they talked with them and other Legends.

The Infiniverse pulsed faintly above, a crown of infinity spinning across the Crucible skies as the Infiniverse and Ruination seemed to be discussing amongst themselves, with Ruination showing a possible Existential Dimensional Lattice of Ruination forming on her palm.

All of this was captured in my eyes as I thought of everything.

We were getting a bit of a breathing room, but I knew the conflicts and wonders all around were just blooming and in their starting stages.

The Nullvein Gravewake Folds still loomed.

The Chronosect would stir.

The Hollow Concord of Nullity would gather.

And I?

I would grow.

Because if those nameless Sovereigns of Paradox existed and ruled over the Folds as others could not even perceive them…

I would have to learn how to devour impossibility itself.

And how fitting that I was already very, very good at devouring things.

My weavings buzzed with brutality and power as I closed my eyes.

And turned my gaze inward.

Not metaphorically. Not sentimentally.

Truly inward.

Into the core of my existence.

There it sat.

My Living Wheel of Existence.

Not a simple structure.

A dominion.

Nine True Frequencies, each one an axis of layered Existence.

Kuklos — The revolving cycles of endless return.

Outerversal — The boundless realms beyond what simple existence could conceive.

Megalos — Majesty in scale, infinite and unyielding.

Ordo Ab Chao — Order rising, inevitable, from collapse and chaos.

Veritarch — The Dictate of Truth.

Conceptual — Reality distilled to the ideas that outlast its forms.

Ingeniare — Invention, structure, framework: the breath of all design.

Eldritch Expanse — The wild unknown; terror and wonder bound together.

Singed — The quintessential flame, the first revolt, the refusal to yield.

Each Frequency spun around a core.

The Autognosis Living Engine.

The heart of me.

It pulsed not with blood, but with command.

It did not thrum.

It dictated.

Nine pillars around one throne.

And within those pillars, my True Sources that were paradoxically amalgamated and now had vastly increased from just Infinity and Singed.

Singed — The rebellion of flame.

Infinity — The refusal to end.

Loot — The dominion over acquisition and inheritance.

Quintessence — The refinement of existence into pure being.

Tyranny — The sovereign right to impose will.

Protagonist — The axis of all narratives, the center of unfolding Fables.

Conceptual — The ideas that outlast the crumbling of stars.

Veritarch — The law written in the bones of existence.

Living True Sources.

Burning. Waiting. And now...

Amalgamated.

Each True Source had always been mine, but now they had become more.

They had developed their own standings within my existence and became even more active.

Aware.

As if the depths of my power were too great to remain quiet, too vast to remain unnamed.

And one in particular stirred at this moment as I looked at all of them.

A familiar presence.

Reckless.

Hungry.

| The Living True Source of the Protagonist is stirring. |

A flicker of thought brushed against my mind. But not a thought.

A voice.

ʼLet me loose.ʼ

It wasnʼt pleading.

It was smiling. As if telling me, ”Put me in, Coach!”

ʼLet me entangle us in the Folds. Let me pull you to the center of everything. A true Protagonist doesnʼt linger in safety. He rules the narrative.ʼ

I smiled, faintly.

Not at the arrogance.

At the familiarity of this part of me.

Even restrained, my Living True Source of the Protagonist throbbed with eagerness, with ambition that mirrored, no, amplified, my own.

I spoke to it calmly, coolly, dominantly.

”We just finished a war from past entanglements,” I said internally. ”Chronosect. Time Sentinels. I donʼt need you dragging us headfirst into another entanglement.”

ʼWe benefited, didnʼt we?ʼ it replied, laughing. ʼWe always benefit. Look at what youʼve gained. Look at what weʼve become.ʼ

It wasnʼt wrong.

But it wasnʼt right either.

A second presence moved.

Soft.

Massive.

Quiet.

But when it spoke, even the Protagonist stilled.

| The Living True Source of Quintessence stirs. |

ʼA few days of breathing will be good.ʼ

It wasnʼt a suggestion.

It was a decree.

An Absolute.

I turned my attention.

Quintessence.

My oldest companion.

It had been silent for so long, passive, patient, and applying itself in every action, every breath, every alteration I enacted.

I had not heard it much.

Because it was not noise.

It was law.

I gazed at it, this quiet, omnipresent part of myself.

And it returned my gaze with certainty.

It did not ask for permission.

It did not wait for approval.

It simply... was.

And with a flicker of thought, it stirred fully as if it continued to do things passively, others might think it was not doing anything at all.

So…

BOOM!

Nine singularities detonated within the Autognosis Living Engine.

Nine Existential Dimensional Lattices formed, instant, inevitable.

Quintessence, now fully revealed.

| You have instantly forged 9 Existential Dimensional Lattices of the True Source of Quintessence. |

| Resistance Affiliation: Paradoxical. |

...!

I felt it.

A deep, seismic shift in the foundation of me.

Quintessence, not an ally.

A pillar.

The most fundamental refinement of my being.

I breathed out slowly.

No rush.

No hunger.

Just inevitability.

The Protagonist huffed in annoyance but didnʼt argue. It never argued with Quintessence.

Because even it understood that narrative was loud, reckless. Quintessence was final.

I opened my eyes, real eyes, in the rain-drenched Crucible shining with multicolored wonder and heavy atmospheric concentration of existence.

The Crucible still thrummed.

And there, moving toward me through the endless rainfall at this moment…

My Queens.

The Queens of the Infiniverse.

Women of wonder, not just beauty, but presence. Works of art painted across existence with brutal purpose.

They walked with poise, each of them now full-fledged Resplendent Monads after the endless battles and the nourishing rain of the Infiniverse.

Adelaide.

Barbatos.

Athena.

Elena.

Anna.

Tiamat.

Valentina.

Halcyon.

Eowyn.

Katelyn.

Xiaomi.

Their existences rippled like banners of impossible glory.

My companions.

My legends.

They approached, stepping lightly across the wet stone, the rain kissing their skin and sliding away, denied entrance by their own resplendence as they exceeded 50,000 SU already.

Adelaide spoke first.

Her voice was low, soft, and magnetic.

”Youʼve changed again.”

I smiled, faint, sharp.

”As have you all.”

The Primarch Romulus, the Witness, and the Omnifather watched from afar, still gathered near the other Legends.

But it was the Queens who mattered now.

The true heart of the Infiniverse!