Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4055: Records Without Limitations! IV

Her gaze returned to the leader.

“THE Living Paradox’s legacy will be one of fear. They command because they’re terrified of what exists without their control. Every tyrant’s legacy is ultimately fear dressed up as strength.”

She pressed her palms against the blood-soaked sand, and something fundamental shifted in the air.

“And my legacy… my legacy will be one of defiance.”

HUUM!

The leader’s eyes widened with sudden understanding.

“Stop her!”

But it was already too late.

The moment her declaration completed, the continental stretch of land…this impossible Early Veiled Shore that had sheltered so many…began to crack.

Not just physically, though the physical cracks were visible enough, spreading like lightning across the landscape.

These were conceptual fractures, existence itself choosing to break rather than be possessed.

The Shore split with violence that transcended destruction!

Corpses of Early Creatures were flung in all directions like toys discarded by an angry child.

The beautiful structures, the farmlands, the sacred waters…all of it shattered into fragments that immediately began flying apart, driven by the force of a dying Early Creature’s final act of rebellion.

Noah watched as his perspective followed one particular fragment.

It shot away from the devastation like an arrow loosed from reality’s bow, carrying within it a seed of what had been.

He felt time compress and stretch as he watched this fragment’s journey…eons passing in heartbeats, billions of years condensing into comprehensible moments.

The fragment crossed through the Earliest Folds, through spaces where physics hadn’t been properly established yet.

It passed through regions where thought and substance were the same thing, where possibility and actuality hadn’t been separated into distinct categories.

Time became strange as the fragment traveled.

Noah watched it move backward through rivers of temporal flow, visiting eras that preceded its own creation, then warping forward through billions of years that hadn’t happened yet.

It was paradox in motion, existence refusing to accept its own ending.

Eventually, the power that drove it began to fade. The fragment, once part of something vast and profound, broke into millions of smaller pieces. Each break was a small death, potential dividing and diminishing with each separation.

Noah’s perception followed one particular shard as it continued its journey, growing smaller with each division, weaker with each parsec traveled.

Untold eons passed.

The fragment shattered again and again, each division creating more pieces that scattered across existence like seeds that might never find soil.

Yet Noah’s attention remained fixed on one particular mote, following its path through impossibility itself.

Finally, after time had lost meaning through repetition, the fragment found its way into a murky, paradoxical fold.

Here, wrapped in layers of contradiction that kept it stable through opposition, it remained stationary for countless more eons. Time passed around it while it existed in a bubble of preservation, waiting without knowing what it waited for.

More ages passed. The fragment’s power diminished further, and it shattered once more into dozens of smaller fragments. These spread across the Folds with purpose that might have been random or might have been destiny.

One fragment in particular entered something Noah recognized…a Wheel of Existence!

He followed this infinitesimal piece as it carved through the Wheel’s structure. It passed through multiple omniverses with such speed that its mere passage caused their destruction, countless lives ending without ever knowing what had killed them.

The fragment, now almost too small to perceive, broke apart yet again as it crossed through void spaces between realities.

Finally, impossibly, it slipped into one particular Omniverse without decimating it.

The journey continued…across distances that made cosmic seem provincial. Through multiple cosmos where different laws of reality competed for dominance.

Across universes where time moved sideways. Through galaxies that were still being born. Past stars that were already dying.

This infinitesimal fragment of what had once been a glorious Early Veiled Shore, having shattered more times than Noah could count, ultimately arrived at its destination: a World.

A miniscule, tiny world!

The planet hung in space like a frozen pearl, its surface mostly endless ice and tundra with small pockets where life might theoretically flourish.

It was young, barely formed, with only the most primitive organisms beginning to emerge from its seas.

Here the fragment remained dormant for a thousand years, gathering what strength remained to it. Then, with one final effort, it shattered again…but this time with purpose.

The pieces spread across the World’s atmosphere and became something unprecedented: floating landmasses that hung in the skies like inverse islands.

Even reduced to fragments of fragments of fragments, they were still massive, still carrying within them echoes of the power they had once been part of.

These floating lands remained dormant for thousands more years, seemingly inert.

But gradually, impossibly, life began to emerge upon them.

Not life as the World below knew it, but something different…something influenced by the ancient power that still resonated within these aerial continents.

Spiders that spun webs from crystallized space. Walruses whose tusks could pierce spatial barriers. Mammoths whose trumpeting created small tears in reality.

Penguins that were unfathomably arrogant and prideful with their beaks raised high!

These creatures mutated, evolved, developed in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.

On one particular floating landmass, they became more than animals…they became intellectual beings, capable of thought and planning.

Noah’s perception focused on one particularly arrogant penguin, waddling about with self-importance that seemed comical!

He watched this penguin lead defenses against invaders, establish laws, and build a society.

Until one day, everything changed.

A young man landed on the floating island.

He appeared without fanfare, without cosmic significance, just a person arriving at a place.

But Noah recognized him immediately, intimately, impossibly.

It was himself.

Who could it have been, but himself when he arrived atop a Floating Island? Atop the Spiritual Land of thr Beast World?!

BOOM!

The memory shattered like glass struck by a hammer of truth.

The vision fractured, scattered, dissolved back into the white light from which it had emerged. Noah found himself back in his Early Veiled Shore, his perception returning to the present as prompts cascaded before his eyes.

|The record of the Origins of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence has ended|

|The Infiniverse began as a fragment of a shattered Early Veiled Shore|

|That Shore was destroyed through the actions of nine Early Creatures under THE Living Paradox’s command|

|The defiant legacy of its original owner lives on through the Infiniverse.|

|The Infiniverse has witnessed its own origin and accepts its nature|

|Transformation continuing…|

HUUM!

The Infiniverse stood before him, her form now radiating something beyond what she had been.

Without limitations, she had become possibility itself…not infinite, but indefinite, capable of becoming whatever was needed!

“I remember now,” she said, her voice containing multitudes of understanding. “I remember being a shattered piece of countless shattered piecess. I remember traveling. I remember becoming less…to eventually become more.”

She looked at Noah with eyes that held the weight of eons.

“And I remember when your feet landed on the Spiritual Land, Master. I remember.”

HUUM!

4/4 Keep the Magic Castles and Golden Tickets coming!