Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3587

Chapter 3587: Knowns and Unknowns! II
Ruination, transforming to become a Ruined Miniare Wheel of Existence.

Something Unknown and unfathomable as even if one was asked to define it now, they wouldn’t be able to say for sure just what that meant.

But, something called Flow was now available.

The Flow of the Ruined Miniare Wheel of Existence.

And it had deemed that the most important thing for the Flow…was the search and retrieval of more pieces of the Wheel.

“…”

There were many implications to think about here, but Noah only asked Ruination lightly.

“How does it feel?”

…!

His words were akin to a jolt of electricity as Ruination blinked multiple times before she replied with a smile.

|Unique, Master. Akin to unlocking a new possibility for myself. Even now, what I can do or potentially have the capability to do is not set in stone, with me having leeway to define things myself.|

Ruination uttered some terrific words as Noah smiled.

|I’ll be able to aid Master in designing the remaining Systems of Existence, and as per the Flow…there seem to be multiple Pieces of the Wheel scattered out across the stretches of this Frequency.|

WAA!

Noah’s eyes became bright at such words as his body pulsed with black and white radiance.

“Let’s start touring this Frequency of ours then, shall we?”

Many things occurred.

Many methodologies of complexity presented themselves.

Now, all that was needed was time.

“Time.” Noah uttered this word calmly as another part of him in the Infiniverse Megalos began moving to accomplish even more things in the time span he held.

Amidst a roiling Pantheonic Haven swirling with the allure of Dreams, he looked at the throngs of complexities that he was entangled with.

“My Regnum…will take you where you need to go.”

This body of his became wrapped with the brilliance of Outerversal as obsidian gold flames danced over his figure, his Regnum burning silently behind him as amidst the glorious rolling seas of golden light, obsidian gateways began to open.

Gateways across leading to entirely different Frequencies of Existence.

His son, Henry, looked at the nearest one as he floated towards it without a delay, the Pathway of the Singed he carried granting him the strength of a Source that was entirely backed by the True Severed Origin Osmontian.

His Heart of Infinity withstood the cost for him and many others to utilize his Paths with their true power!

Against a singular path, even a Greater Source would find it difficult to take down.

After Henry, an Emperor Penguin cried out with infallible pride, its body shooting towards the same Gateway as many others began to make their own choices.

Kazuhiko. The Kraken. Ayame. Erikson. Lilith. The Bard of Quintessence.

DUM!

The last one held drums dancing to the beat of colorless waves of Quintessence as he chose the Pathway to the True Source of Quintessence, the power he found himself accessing making him want to howl as he sought the perfect field of battle to unleash a Quintessential symphony!

But one by one, Noah’s Regnum carried his people across towards different Frequencies of existence, his reach extending out as far as it could.

At the same time, he wondered.

In the search for any traces of Bob who could be in the myriad of Frequencies, there were a few others his weavings were entangled with.

He mentioned the Great Usurper that he knew very well.

He mentioned a Gem Master that he knew nothing about.

There were even others that he mentioned he became entangled with that could be potential routes to follow up on!

With anything falling into the realm of possibility, he tugged on the weavings of entanglements of the Great Usurper while his people, carrying his Regnum, stretched out across frequencies.

At the same time…

“O Origin Singed!”

The cry of a shocked and excited Mysara rang out across his weavings as she also tugged on their entanglement, her voice booming out.

“Origin Singed! We saw you. We saw you in the Prime Frequency of Life as you effortlessly stood against the Faceless Lifeforms, with even their Prime Sources unable to do anything to you! Why leave them as is, O Origin Singed? Their weavings are entirely opposite ours as they will not stop…”

The weavings within the Prime Frequency of Life were questioned as Noah didn’t explain their purpose of bait- with this bait soon breaking apart to continue their attacks as he would be able to take bites of its Prime Sources then.

He simply replied to Mysara’s weavings with a voice that reached her very weavings of existence.

“Have the Singed prepare for a War. The Faceless Lifeforms have their sights on them next. And set up an introduction with the current leader of the Singed for me.”

…!

The one leading the Singed at this very moment. He wanted to see if such a Prime Source Entity knew anything more regarding the Flames of the Wheel of Existence!

Mysara heard his words as her eyes flared while she nodded excitedly, her weavings within the Prime Frequency of Flames making a move…

—

Across the interminable weavings of the Wheel.

In a certain Prime Frequency of Existence.

Layers of Megalos were stacked on top of each other to form a unique tower the size of tens of thousands of Omniverses, with this tower surrounded by waves of incandescent radiance.

At a small point of such an endlessly massive tower, there was an Omniverse with a crystalline glow.

In its depths, inside a small domain surrounded by different colored crystals and gems sprinkled across the skies, a man could be seen standing in front of a forge as he hammered down a dazzling colorless gem!

On his chest, a nine-pointed star could be seen as it glowed with the silent complexity of a Source.

At this time, the eyes of this being flickered as he looked up to see space tearing apart, the figure of a bald-headed creature with tentacle-like limbs stepping out as it waved towards him with a smile.

And yet, facing such a phenomenon, the being with the nine-pointed star became somber as he put down his hammer and spoke out coldly.

“Is it about time for all pretenses to drop?”

…!

His voice carried an ancient coldness as he spoke, and the new arrival, Bob, shook his head with a smile as he came closer, his mouth opening like a zipper.

“Nothing that crazy. I just had my first true long conversation in quite some time and it reminded me of the being that seemed to always have suspicions. This is just me humoring myself, but I came to get closure to understand what I did wrong. Do you have time for a short conversation, O Peacemaker?”

…!