Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3764

The storm receded, not by natural law, but by my will.

The Crucible was quiet again, the Forge overhead pulsing with a steady rhythm, the Forge within me burning brighter.

I could feel it, the shift.

Not just in existence.

In me.

I pulled the data inward.

The numbers.

The structure.

The reality.

| Noah Osmont - Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum|

| 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 (Paradoxical)

Ruination - 9 Lattices (Paradoxical)

Wrath - 9 Lattices (Emotive/Elemental)

Necromancy - 9 Lattices (Spiritual)

Plot - 9 Lattices (Law/Conceptual)

Animus - 9 Lattices (Origin)

Dreams - 9 Lattices (Conceptual)

Manadynamics - 9 Lattices (Conceptual/Dimensional)

Entropy - 9 Lattices (Paradoxical)

Tyranny - 9 Lattices (Law/Paradoxical)

Apocalypse - 9 Lattices (Paradoxical)

Cataclysm - 9 Lattices (Dimensional)

Kuklos - 9 Lattices (Temporal/Conceptual)

Outerversal - 9 Lattices (Dimensional/Quantum)

Ordo Ab Chao - 9 Lattices (Law/Origin)

Megalos - 9 Lattices (Conceptual/Origin)

Quintessence - 9 Lattices (Paradoxical)

Protagonist - 9 Lattices (Law/Paradoxical/Conceptual)

Paradox - 9 Lattices (Paradoxical/Law/Conceptual/Temporal/Dimensional)

| Total Existential Dimensional Lattices: 261 |

| 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): 211,000 (285,000) SU |

| Current Purity Quotient (PQ): 208,000 (282,000) SU |

| Note: Advancement of Lattices beyond 9 per Source requires exceeding Complexity and Purity Quotient thresholds of 300,000 SU. |

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I reviewed the numbers with detached satisfaction.

No pride.

Just process.

I had shattered the 200,000 barrier for both Quotients, the point where most beings would begin to plateau.

For me?

It was a starting line.

300,000.

500,000.

A million.

The limits others whispered about did not concern me.

Because I was not reaching for ceilings.

I was building my own sky.

I let the panel dissipate, my mind already moving ahead.

But before shifting focus,

I waved my hand.

Space split cleanly.

From the dimensional folds, an object emerged.

Rectangular.

Gray.

Simple to the naked eye, but I knew better.

The final product of Hell Terra Firma.

The Key.

The thing the Time Sentinels had once hungered for, believing it to be the first step toward a greater prize.

The Loom.

I had tested it before, Mana, True Sources, even the Essence of Existence itself.

Nothing.

No response.

But now, armed with the authority of my Existential Dimensional Lattices,

I tried again.

I extended my hand, and reached.

Power flowed outward.

Not Mana.

Not simple Source.

The authority of Lattices.

Carefully, precisely, I guided it, weaving it toward the Key.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

And then,

A reaction.

Caused when certain, specific Existential Dimensional Lattices flowed in.

Faint, almost imperceptible, but there.

At the bottom of the gray rectangle, a brilliant gray tunic line lit up, pulsing faintly.

One.

I narrowed my eyes.

And right after, faint runic lines spiderwebbed the Key and became visible, hundreds of thousands of them crisscrossing its smooth surface, as if activating one made the rest visible.

I had activated a single one.

One out of hundreds of thousands.

I pushed more.

Specifically, not just any Lattices. The Key showed no reaction to any Lattices related to the other nine True Absolute Existential Resistances, but only to the Lattices of the Paradoxical Resistance.

It was wondrous.

And so I fed the Key with Lattices of Paradoxical Resistance.

There was a reaction.

A second line lit up.

Another heartbeat of gray brilliance.

Slow.

Deliberate.

But definite.

I smiled faintly.

Interest piqued.

So, the Key was not sealed against all.

Just against the wrong approaches.

And apparently, Paradox at the level of Primarchy was the right one.

Fitting.

I continued to flood the authority of my Existential Dimensional Lattices relating to Paradoxical Resistance into it, watching as a third line flickered to life, then a fourth, the glow slowly beginning to pulse deeper into the latticework of the Key.

How many would it take to fully activate it?

What lay at the end of this process?

The Loom?

A path to even greater paradoxes?

My curiosity sharpened.

I continued to pour the Lattices of True Sources related to Paradoxical Resistance into the Key, seeing how many lines I could light up before my current Lattices were depleted.

As this occurred,

I would continue to prepare.

Because I had many avenues to do so, and my body was not a lone one. There was another in the Middle Wheel Platform.

I shifted my awareness once more.

A tilt of existence.

A breath drawn across realities.

And my perception moved,

Not away from the Crucible.

But toward the endless spiral of paradox and trial that was the Middle Wheel.

Where another body, another me, waited.

Where another Fable unfolded under my will.

I shifted my consciousness.

And began to see.

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