Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4218: Feasts and Festivals! II

A moment later, Sigrid was bathed in a torrent of pure, golden light, a river of power flowing directly into her being.

|The essence of multiple Dead Existences is being converted into nutrients for THE Living Order.|

|Complexity Gained: +50 Trillion per second.|

|Purity Gained: +50 Trillion per second.|

|This infusion will continue until the threshold of 1 Quadrillion is reached, or the nutrients deplete.|

WUU!

Sigrid stood in the pillar of light, her eyes showing a complex storm of emotions...determination, gratitude, and a love so profound it was its own form of power.

She came to Noah, stood on her toes, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

”Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled. ”Focus on your elevation.”

She sat down beside him as he continued to cook, her form a serene, glowing beacon of burgeoning power.

Khor floated over, her abyssal eyes looking him up and down with a new, analytical light. ”Many beings obtain power and keep it all to themselves,” she mused, her voice a philosophical hum. ”Because why not? That is a common Way of Existence. But you do the opposite. You are an interesting character, Outsider.”

Noah simply nodded with a smile, his focus on the culinary masterpiece he was creating.

His Cooking Tower of Osmont had reached the Third Stage. In addition to bis achievements im the Verdant Eternia Tribe of the Earliest Folds...he could cook...concepts!

And in this moment of crisis, of uncertainty, of a looming, existential doom, he knew exactly what concept needed to be on the menu.

Desperation!

He reached into the very heart of that feeling, the one that had been his constant companion, his most potent fuel.

He pulled upon its essence and wove it into the meat.

The air shimmered, and a new color, a deep, vibrant crimson like the heart of a dying star, flowed down from his hands and into the sizzling fish.

It was the color of the final stand, of the will to fight when all is lost.

For the first time, a concept was being cooked in the Early Veiled Shore!

The process completed with a final, glorious sizzle.

The meat was a work of art, each of the few hundred pieces a perfect, bite-sized jewel.

It was seared to a golden-brown on the outside, the flesh within a pearlescent, translucent white that seemed to glow with its own inner light.

The aroma was a paradox of savory, oceanic notes and something else, something that smelled like... urgency. Like the moment before a storm breaks.

|You have cooked a Concept. This is an act of profound, almost absurd, effort.|

|The resulting dish is a masterpiece that transcends mere food.|

|[The Principle of Perpetual Harvest] is... very impressed.|

|Feast of Desperate Transcendence|

|Effect: Each piece consumed grants +5 Trillion in Complexity and Purity.|

|Conceptual Flavor – Desperation: For one month, the consumer’s existence will feel a constant sense of calm urgency and desperation. This state will cause their Complexity and Purity to rise 10 times as quickly through any action.|

|Additional Boon: This meal will permanently increase the consumer’s resilience to existential pressure and Haki.|

...!

Oh!

Noah read the prompts as a slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. He looked at the few hundred pieces of perfectly cooked, concept-infused meat floating before him, and then he raised his voice, his command a joyous, booming invitation that echoed across the entire Shore.

”It is time for a feast!”

HUUM!

His voice spread far and wide.

His mother, Moiraine, Titano, the Emperor Penguin, Liora... all came.

His Queens- Barbatos, Adelaide, Athena, and the others, sent forth their clones from the Abode.

This would be the first full feast where his people, his family, would eat a cooked concept.

None of them knew how long they had until the Fallout came. Until then, they had to be desperate. And every now and then... they had to enjoy existence!

They gathered on the golden sands, a glorious, chaotic assembly of titans and monsters.

There were no tables, no fine cutlery. They sat on the ground, a tribal, archaic gathering that felt more real, more honest, than any formal banquet!

Noah motioned with his hands, and a piece of the celestial meat floated to each of them.

They took their first bites. And their eyes opened with a glorious, unified shock.

The taste was a symphony, a story of the deep sea and the burning heart of desperation!

They began to eat in earnest, mouthful after glorious mouthful. Sparkling auroras of pure complexity and purity erupted around each of them, their power levels surging.

Those who were not yet Dukes began their inexorable climb toward the 10 Trillion marker

Soon, all those in the Early Veiled Shore would be Dukes at a minimum!

This... was his power. This was his Tyranny!

It was an archaic feast, a scene of communal power and shared joy that might have been plucked from the memory of the Earliest Folds itself.

And at its center, Noah watched, a quiet, tyrannical patriarch, his heart full, his resolve absolute.

The feast was a symphony of glorious, chaotic joy.

The Radiant Shore was alive with a vibrancy that transcended mere celebration. At its heart, Noah’s people, his family, were partaking in a meal that was not just food, but a sacrament of their shared, impossible journey!

Malphas moved among them, a silent, graceful specter of perfect servitude.

Around him, a dozen archaic glasses, carved from what looked like solidified shadow, floated in a perfect, rotating orbit.

They were filled with the Sacred Mead of Existence, a liquid starlight that pulsed with a gentle, white-gold light.

With a flick of his wrist, a glass would detach from the orbit and float to a guest, refilling their cup before they even knew it was empty.

With every sip, their complexity exploded, their very beings humming with a power that was both a gift and a promise.

In a quieter corner, surrounded by a fortress of floating books, the Queen of Matter and the Shadow Guard, Night, were enjoying the feast in their own particular way.

The Queen of Matter had a piece of the concept-infused fish in one hand and a golden quill in the other, her eyes wide with the frantic energy of someone trying to document a miracle while simultaneously experiencing it.

Night, a calm shadow in the brilliant light, would occasionally offer a quiet, insightful comment, a cool counterpoint to the Queen’s explosive enthusiasm.

Noah watched them all, a quiet, profound satisfaction settling deep within the furnace of his Heart of Tyranny. He saw his mother, her face radiant with a power that now matched her boundless love, laughing with Adelaide and Athena!