Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3684

Chapter 3684: The Breaking of the Wheel IV
The voice of Resplendent Monad Romulus rang out from this Frequency Haven, echoing across the vibrant, stellar-green sea.

His gaze and the gaze of many others turned toward the distant, verdant Wheel of Existence that had begun to radiate a terrifying brilliance.

The transformation of the Wheel of Existence.

With their level of power, they all felt the shift coming, but none of them knew what it truly meant, or what would come next.

They only knew that the Wheel of Existence, the very force that had shouldered and sheltered them since their youth like an umbrella woven from stars as they grew in power and complexity- had to transform.

It wasn’t even a matter of choice. This change… whatever it was… had to happen.

It was bound to happen.

And they were here to witness it. To support it.

Would it hold the answer to the Infinite Ravines and the unending assaults of the Living and the Dead?

None of them knew.

So, they watched.

And then…

HUUUM!

Everything began to tremble. The Wheel of Existence became suffused with a terrifying magnitude of complexity.

The Wheel seemed to gather all that it was- all that it had been- as it surged with a brilliance far greater than anything it had shown before.

Beside him, Resplendent Monad Romulus chuckled softly, casting his gaze toward a distant point where a lone entity floated unaccompanied, untouchable.

“Even that guy couldn’t stay away, huh?”

He spoke casually, but his words held weight. Noah turned to look, his eyes pulsing because even though this figure didn’t radiate outward light or display overwhelming power…

When one’s gaze truly landed on him, the purity and complexity that being held… exceeded that of any living Resplendent Monad or Converged Architect.

A man in a stellar-green robe. His face was mostly obscured, yet from this far distance, Noah could see his eyes.

Eyes holding a deep, ancient sadness.

As if… he already knew what was coming.

His deeply green eyes pulsed with an intensity Noah couldn’t withstand for long.

The transformation had begun.

The Wheel was changing.

A storm of complexity bloomed and converged from every direction as the booming sound of the Wheel turning echoed out.

The Wheel of Existence… was turning.

And even the Resplendent Monads and Converged Architects fell silent.

All watched as the verdant Wheel completed a full turn. The spokes, the surface, every intricate rune etched onto it glowed—each one alive with a level of complexity unattainable by any entity. A complexity that only an Absolute Complex True Source could reach.

And then, the Wheel- overflowing with unimaginable complexity- could no longer hold it in.

In a brief, breathless moment…

It flashed.

A wave of blinding brilliance burst outward, revealing quintillions upon quintillions of green threads extending from the Wheel- threads that touched every True Source in this place, and countless more across frequencies and realities.

As if it was borrowing the blessing and complexity of all those it once shielded… and those still seeking shelter beneath it.

Noah watched as a pillar of verdant light erupted around the Wheel. Its surface began to change. Thick green lines formed—intricate and deliberate—as if the Wheel was forging something grander than itself.

Every observer felt it. Their complexities buzzed. Their souls stirred. The gains they could draw from this moment… they would ponder for eons.

Then, in the next moment…

BZZT!

The brilliant green pillar of light distorted and fizzled.

Something was…missing.

The complexity wasn’t enough.

Something hadn’t been achieved.

And then…

Everything turned.

It happened far too fast for anyone to stop it.

The pillar fizzled out—and a massive fissure split the Wheel of Existence from top to bottom.

…!

CRACK!

“Ah…”

As if his soul had been split, Noah whispered in the body of the Witness.

“AAH!”

“NO!” Beside him, Romulus and the others roared in horror. Their bodies ignited with power as they surged toward the Wheel.

But it was too late.

The crack became an unraveling.

And in the next instant, the verdant Wheel of Existence shattered—splintering into countless fragments!

It was…the breaking.

The Breaking of the Wheel.

Noah saw it all.

The Witness stood frozen, anchored atop the Frequency Haven, watching as the impossible unfolded.

No one had expected this.

They had all anticipated a transformation. A rebirth. Something greater.

But never this.

The full breaking of the Wheel was too immense.

It unleashed a blinding brilliance—raw complexity surging outward with a light that blinded even the Witness.

He felt it.

The existence around him vanished. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t feel.

Even the blindfold over his eyes—he couldn’t sense it.

Seconds. Minutes. Days. Eons.

Time lost all meaning.

And then…

Sensation returned.

The Witness inhaled—foreign air filling his lungs. His chest burned, his True Source strained under the weight of new, unfamiliar changes.

Familiar, yet not.

And when his senses returned fully…

His body trembled.

He looked around.

Nothing.

No one.

He was alone.

Even the green sea…

No- it was no longer green.

Before his very eyes, the sea shifted from verdant purity to a crimson hue of brilliance.

He turned, and where the great Wheel had once stood majestic and glorious…

A new crimson Wheel bloomed.

A newborn Wheel, glowing faintly.

Its complexity was far less than the one before. A fraction of the verdant titan that came before it.

But none of that mattered.

The Witness wept.

Tears streamed down his face as his senses reached across the sea, over shattered pieces of the Wheel, broken remnants of Frequency Havens, and wild pulses of incomplete True Sources.

“Monad Romulus?! Monad Gideon?!”

The Witness cried out with all the complexity of his True Source of Continuity.

But there was no answer.

He had seen the Breaking of the Wheel—and now… every person he’d ever known was gone.

He could still sense the echoes of their lives.

He, who had never seen since the day he was born, felt the truth. He instinctively knew.

They weren’t dead.

Their True Sources hadn’t collapsed.

So where were they?

And why was he the only one left?

“Monad Romulus…!”

A deep, broken cry tore from his soul—but no answer came.

Only a blooming, crimson Wheel of Existence remained.

The prior form…

Had undergone the Breaking.