Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3759

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 wasn't 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.