Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3898: Foundation III

Noah stood barefoot, the light of his hands having called out his most recent Loot.

His Dozens of Treasure Chests and Caches spilling across the beach like a dawn that would not end! His palm hovered over the glimmering troves in quiet calculation. Every glowing cache was a breath closer to glory. Every chest, a thread in the ancient weave of what he was becoming.

He turned, letting his gaze fall upon the peculiar scene behind him. A scene so surreal that it might have broken the mind of lesser beings.

On elevated platforms of manifested Living Origin Towers, more than a dozen of crystal-clear Glass Woks simmered with Early Sacred Waters, white-gold flames dancing beneath them.

Moiraine stood tall and composed, handing Sacred Marine Bodies to Amelia Osmont, who with maternal calm explained precisely how everything should be arranged.

Beside them, Ruination was adjusting the position of another Glass Wok onto a tower conjured by Kazuhiko with utmost precision, the hem of her garment sweeping through white-gold sand.

Noah almost laughed as he observed the scene of these terrifyingly powerful beings preparing meals.

”Ruination,” he called out with a voice as calm and unbending as polished steel.

The Living Origin turned, her crimson-gold eyes bright.

Her steps left no print, but her presence carved itself into reality.

”Yes, Master?”

Noah gestured toward the glowing loot around them. ”Multiply them for me.”

She inhaled lightly, and the Glyph of Ruination bloomed across her forehead- a radiant brand of ruin filled with wonder! She lifted her arms slightly as her voice rang out with practiced elegance.

”I understand!”

The weavings of her existence responded instantly.

|The Declaration of Living Existential Proliferation has been made by The Living Origin, Ruination, with its target set as the Bundles of Loot.|

The heavens pulsed crimson-gold.

The glow of each treasure intensified as the air bent and split with refracted echoes. One chest became two. Two became four in some cases!

And in less than a minute, the Early Veiled Shore bore the weight of over two hundred Treasure Caches and Chests.

Ruination lowered her hands, smiling brilliantly. ”Done, Master. It is only a matter of time before the Proliferation can rise up to a factor of 3, 5, or 10!”

WAA!𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Her eyes brightly told of her future goals as Noah smiled.

He reached forward, his fingers sliding gently through her hair as a quiet reward. She tilted her head slightly into his touch, pleased beyond words, innocent.

Then he turned toward the troves, his thoughts sliding into calculation. With a mental ripple, he reached out to the Infinity Tower of Osmont as if he were haggling with a merchant.

”How much?” he asked. ”How much do these translate into?”

A cold pulse of blue light scanned the chests and caches. And then...

|All analyzed Loot is equivalent to 3 Early Living Marine Lifeforms. Shall they be absorbed?|

Three. Out of the fifty he needed! Still, for now...acceptable.

”Absorb,” Noah commanded.

Blue tendrils sprouted from his body, moving like rivers across sand as they wrapped around each gleaming cache and chest. With a soundless exhale, the loot transformed- streams of liquidity flowing into Noah and, from him, into the sacred body of the Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont.

The Tower trembled.

Its ancient frame hummed as a glowing script of a Glyph began etching itself onto its side- fluid lines born of purpose and legacy. Then, another prompt appeared.

|An Early Living Existential Glyph of Infinity has begun to naturally form on the Tower of Osmont through the utilization of overflowing Authority. Once completed, it will be a Glyph under your Authority.|

...!

Noah’s eyes flickered with expectation and interest as he continued to watch.

Then the veinous gold-cerulean structure at the peak of the Tower pulsed.

The light that escaped from it was deep and vibrant. And from this light...unfurled glory.

Quintessential glory!

|A part of the Heart of an Early Creature has begun forming: [Ventryalis – The Primal Root Atrium of Echoes].|

The words rang like a bell in his mind as he recieved waves of information!

The Ventryalis.

Not merely an anatomical atrium. It was an echo chamber of beginnings! The atrium of primal flow, where the first drop of blood would learn to thrum in alignment with his existence. The tower, the glyph, the marine life...everything had contributed to the first beat.

Another prompt followed as it outlined a terrifying path of advancement ahead

|Parts of the Heart of an Early Creature|:: Ventryalis – The Primal Root Atrium of Echoes, Oruvian Shardveil – The Arterial Convergence Core, Myokelum Primus – The Living Pump of Trembling Flow, Ascendran Nodule – The Living Principle of Complexity, Seraphilic Veinlace – The Living Principle of Purity, and Incarnaut Sanctis – The Early Chamber of Blood

...!

He read the names slowly, imprinting each one. They sounded like scripture passed down by creatures long dead. And maybe, they were. Maybe they weren’t. As of right now, it was anyone’s guess!

These parts of a heart... were pieces of what made a true Early Creature.

As the information settled, another light flared as he felt a dull crimson brilliance bloom where the first part of the Heart was forming akin to a blinding singularity!

|The 82nd Drop of Blood has bloomed from the Ventryalis – The Primal Root Atrium of Echoes of the Heart of an Early Creature.|

His vision stilled.

In his chest, a weightless resonance pulsed once.

A drop of Blood, and exceeding the pervasive number 81 to 82!

He sat back, letting the hum of the Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower continue to murmur in the air above him.

The price was steep.

But he was paying it!

He breathed in the terrifying concentration of Living Existential Authority as he relaxed.

The golden winds drifted gently across the sacred sands of the Early Veiled Shore, brushing softly against the boiling Woks and hissing Sacred Waters.

He sat among it all, his presence quiet, yet unfathomably heavy- an anchor in the midst of all this vibrant stillness.

What he was doing...nobody else could even imagine right now!