Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3782

Chapter 3782: Sin II

I continued weaving, my distinction as an Anchor within me pulsing like the silent tide, my form seated amid the crumbling remnants of the Middle Wheel Platform.

Threads of existence weaved through my fingers- the 49th, 50th, and 51st Lattices of my Lineage clicking into place seamlessly.

My other Living True Sources stirred, following behind Lineage in steady escalation.

Quintessence. Death. Infinity. The Singed. Soul!

No miracles.

Just quintessence forged by sheer, unrelenting intent.

Around me, the Fold Dwellers surged towards the Living Collapse from all sides.

The attacks against the Living Collapse grew sharper, more coordinated. Solstice Veils, Time Elderkings, Primarchs of the Mannafolds all layered their might upon each other.

A celestial chorus of desperation and authority.

And yet…

The Living Collapse did not break.

Its Existential Health Stability ticked downward slowly.

| Living Collapse — 885,670 / 999,999 |

Progress. Measured in crumbs.

And still, it ignored them.

Its eyes- twin voids swimming with golden ruin, were only for me.

I watched it weave through attacks that would shred most Primarchs into ribbons.

I felt it coming before it arrived.

A blur.

A storm.

Blazing black and gold brilliance erupted from it as even though the Fold Dwellers were seemingly trying to protect me, there was none near me at this moment.

“SIN!”

The Living Collapse bellowed out.

And then…I was undone.

Again.

There was no grandeur this time.

Just efficiency.

My Lattices fractured.

My Sources collapsed.

Existential Health Stability:

| 0 / 550,000 |

Death- again.

A slightly irritating familiarity.

And then…

DUM!

A pulse.

Akin to a heartbeat.

From somewhere beneath the bones of Existence.

The tether.

The Anchor.

It pulled.

And since it was the second time, new set of prompts appeared.

|Your weavings as an Achor are still young and being tested under tremendous strain.|

|98/100 remaining Anchor States are available. |

…!

It was limited in nature due to being so young.

The tether of my existence reformed the shape of me- slowly at first, then with silent confidence.

My Lattices of Paradox surged up like a tide- 72, 74, 76…

81.

…!

HUUM!

A warm current surged through me.

81.

Another limit!

And with it, finally…

| Paradoxical Resistance +7% |

The Living True Source of Paradox hit 81 Existential Dimensional Lattices, and my Paradoxical Resistance gained 7% to the original 3% to become 10%!

And after Paradox, my second resurrection brought Infinity, Quintessence, Protagonist, Singed, Veritarch, Kuklos…and many others towards 81 Existential Dimensional Lattices as with each one reaching this height it meant that another one of the True Absolute Existential Resistances also became elevated.

Temporal. Conceptual. Dimensional. Spiritual. Emotive. Origin. Quantum. Law. Elemental.

All of them.

Every True Absolute Existential Resistance.

+7%

A soft chime of cascading prompts danced across my vision like the laughter of a mischievous system.

| Resistance Summary Updated |

Paradoxical Resistance: 10%

Temporal Resistance: 10%