Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3785

Chapter 3785: The Tug of Fold Dwellers II

Master of Existence.

It seemed more like a title than the distinction of the stage above Primarchy, but it was there.

And Thauron was one such being…before being jailed.

And…

|Absolute Fictional Transcendence is being placed under great strain with the convergence of multiple Fables.|

Oh?

I looked within the depths of my being that told of my own Fable.

The Authority was buzzing with possibilities as it continued.

|Absolute Fictional Transcendence has been elevated from the rise of the True Sources that support it, and deems it necessary to continue narrating your Fable under your supervision, but incorporating Differential Fabled Viewpoint to constantly be aware of other Viewpoints. You will be able to obtain limited information at all times, and if your understanding of certain entities become high enough, they can be Bookmarked for more possibilities.|

…!

|Shall the Fable continue?|

A question was asked of my own existence.

I looked all around me.

At the complex entities whose Fables sought to interact and conflict with mine.

If the elevated authority of Absolute Fictional Transcendence could exceed its current wonders while giving me understanding of others, even in a limited sense…I had no issue relinquishing the narrative.

So.

‘Go all out.’

I gave my permission.

And…

|The Fable will commence.|

HUUM!

—

The shattered Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension was anything but silent.

The buzzing of authority weaved all around as Noah turned towards Master Shen and nodded.

“To the Veiled Sunfolds it is then.”

…!

A choice was made.

Master Shen smiled brilliantly while taking another gulp from his gourd.

Noah stood on the fractured remains of what had once been one of the grandest Wonders of the Folds. Shattered lattices flickered faintly beneath his feet, echoes of infinite compression humming low like a chorus that had forgotten its own tune.

Ahead, the Paradoxical End Platform hung tilted in broken suspension, its swirling weavings undone, reduced to dead light.

He hadn’t even set foot on it.

Not once.

And yet… it was decimated by a single Living Collapse.

His gaze lingered on the fragments for a long moment, the gears behind his eyes quiet.

This was the weight of their existence- those who had shed their narratives and become paradox incarnate. Foldless Ones. Living Paradoxes. Entities not bound by cause or effect, death or fate.

What they invited- what he invited just by doing something similar to the Foldless Ones was this heavy.

So this was the scale of power he had to one day stand against.

Master Shen appeared beside him in the space between the seconds, the gourd of endless drink hanging lazily from two fingers, his white-gold robe rippling with light and unbothered swagger.

“Young Paradox,” Master Shen said, voice laced with bemusement. “You’re looking at this place like someone who just missed something big.”

Noah didn’t deny it. He said nothing.

Shen chuckled anyway.

“It was a unique Paradoxical Wonder that even I didn’t get to visit until now,” the Master of Existence continued, tilting his head toward the broken Wheel. “A shame, yes. But chin up, Young Paradox. The Veiled Sunfolds have something quite close to it. An Origin Wonder.”