Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4060: The Weight of Sin! I

An Inevitability could have its uses.

The words hummed in the twisted air of the Doorway like a paradox waiting to be resolved.

The powerful Living Paradoxes gathered around Schrodinger stood in various states of bewilderment, their expressions ranging from confusion to contemplation.

Even after listening to his stories…tales that might have been truth or might have been elaborate metaphors, they still couldn’t claim to truly understand what he meant.

Schrodinger seemed to sense their confusion with the particular awareness of someone who had grown accustomed to being steps ahead of those around him.

He shook his head dismissively with the resignation of a teacher who knew some lessons couldn’t be taught, only experienced.

He turned to Duke Elagabalus, his gaze sharpening with intent.

“Elagabalus, what do you know about Inevitabilities?”

The Duke took a moment to consider, recognizing the weight of the question.

The question felt like an examination, evaluation, perhaps even a judgment. When he spoke, his voice had the measured cadence of someone choosing each word with care.

“Inevitabilities are the contradictions that existence couldn’t resolve,” he began, his obsidian crown rotating slowly above his head as if responding to his thoughts. “They are what happens when possibility and impossibility occupy the same space for too long. They preceded even THE Creature…existed before existence had properly defined itself.”

He paused, gathering his thoughts like someone arranging pieces on a board only he could see.

He seemed about to continue when Schrodinger nodded and began speaking out again.

“Somewhat correct…”

…!

“Inevitabilities are hunger without satiation, seeking without finding, destruction without purpose. But somewhere along the line…and the histories disagree on when or how, there came to be a division. Mutated Inevitabilities and regular Inevitabilities. One… will accept what you choose to give. The other simply takes, caring nothing for choice or consent.”

Schrodinger’s smile bloomed slowly.

“Mutated Inevitabilities and Inevitabilities…” He let the words settle into the space between them. “Mutated… this is a unique word, don’t you think? It implies change from an original state. Deviation from what should be.”

His expression grew more serious, the weight of ages pressing through his beggar’s appearance.

“The Sin that Paradoxes carry. The Sin of Inevitabilities is intricately connected to our lives.” He looked at each of them in turn, his gaze carrying questions that transcended simple curiosity.

“You all may not have been alive at a time when Living Paradoxes… did not produce Inevitabilities just by coming together. But I remember. I was there when it changed.”

The admission sent ripples through the gathered Dukes.

To have existed before Paradoxes created Inevitabilities meant Schrodinger was older than most could comprehend…older than the current structure of Existence itself!

“I think about it often,” he continued, his voice growing softer but somehow more intense. “Did we deserve this unique Way of Existence imposed upon us? Did we Sin to deserve this curse…to create destruction simply by gathering, to birth hunger just by existing near each other?”

He spread his hands in a gesture that wanted to encompass not just those present but all Paradoxes across existence.

“Why did the Sin of THE Paradox fall on us? I ask myself this question. I continue to ask myself. Do any of you happen to have an answer?”

The silence that followed was absolute.

The Dukes floated in contemplation, each wrestling with a question that struck at the heart of their nature. Why were they cursed to create Inevitabilities? What ancient transgression had marked their entire classification of existence?

Duke Diviticus opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again.

Duke Elagabalus’s crown spun faster, reflecting his agitation.

Others simply stared into distances that existed beyond physical space, seeking answers in memories that might never have existed.

Schrodinger shook his head in understanding.

Some questions weren’t meant to have answers, only to be asked.

He turned and began dragging the chained Inevitability toward the Doorway’s entrance.

The golden prison scraped against the obsidian-crimson floor with sounds that shouldn’t exist, leaving trails of contradictory light in its wake.

As he moved ahead of the other Paradoxes, he spoke without turning back, his voice carrying the weight of purpose that transcended personal desire.

“I will continue to do things many of you do not understand. Actions that seem without logic, movements that appear without purpose. But I won’t be doing them for myself.”

He paused at the threshold between the Doorway and the outer Folds, his silhouette framed by impossible geometries.

“I have lived…longer than most of you can imagine. I have loved deeper than paradox itself. Everything I do now, I do for the sake of Living Paradoxes. For the Sin we should not bear. For the curse we never earned.”

His voice grew stronger, more certain, as if speaking truths he had only recently accepted himself.

“I do what I do because too many have suffered through the hands and choices of others. Because decisions made in the Earliest Folds still echo through existence, shaping fates that were never consulted about their shaping. I do what I do for all Living Existences, whether they know it or not. Whether they would thank me or curse me for it.”

Then, with a shift that was purely Schrodinger, his serious expression cracked into a self-deprecating smile.

“Or…who knows? Maybe I’m doing it all for myself in the end. Such is life. Such is existence. We tell ourselves stories about our motivations and hope they’re true.”

…!

With those words, he disappeared through the entrance, dragging his imprisoned Inevitability with him. The Dukes of Living Paradoxes looked at each other with expressions that mixed confusion, respect, and the particular exhaustion that came from trying to understand Schrodinger.

They sighed collectively…a sound that created small paradoxes in the air, and followed him once more.

Among all the renowned Living Paradoxes in existence, few held as much pull and terrifying grandeur as Schrodinger.

Whether they understood him or not, they would follow, because the alternative was missing whatever impossible thing he would do next!

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