Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3722: Line of Life and Death II

The Great Beyonder felt a tug...and then, she vanished.

WAP!

She reappeared in a place utterly different.

A place that felt… fresh.

New.

Like the crisp scent of a new car or a just-finished home… not that the Great Beyonder had ever experienced either.

Her will extended outward as she sensed dazzling purple Strings of Existence- not linear, but spiraling into infinite symbols spinning endlessly around her.

Some were massive infinity symbols, anchored in space, pulsing and humming as they released waves of concentrated Weavings of Existence.

This place was… complex beyond comprehension. The Great Beyonder could feel something akin to a Wild True Source- but far purer.

Far more intricate.

And although its weavings permeated everything, they didn't press or tear through others. The destruction and chaos… nourished?

Her own Purity and Complexity buzzed with awakened activity just from existing here, astonished by the sensation.

After all, she was already nearing the state of a Resplendent Monad.

And yet...this? This Wild True Source of Entropy was influencing her?

Her weavings resonated uneasily. This space was unimaginably vast, larger than any Frequency she'd ever stepped into. She couldn't even see its boundaries.

Across a distance equivalent to 50,000 Omniverses, she sensed life- an uncountable number of lifeforms, even Outerversal Morphons, all seemingly attuned to their surroundings.

Then, a voice.

"Hello, hello!"

A cheerful, piercing voice echoed across the fabric of the realm, and the Great Beyonder's attention snapped toward a point she'd already been watching.

A cluster of beings stood there- some with weavings eerily similar to Osmont's. Among them, a young man who looked like a carbon copy of him.

And leading the group was a woman in a flowing white dress, her eyes gleaming with impossible vitality.

"Ladies, gentlemen, Eldritch Wonders, all others in between, and things-that-should-not-be, welcome aboard the True Frequency of Entropy, nestled deep in the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence!"

…!

It was none other than the Queen of Matter, beaming brilliantly as she raised a microphone sculpted from the Source of Fables itself.

She angled it toward the multitudes as her voice boomed across the True Frequency.

"Please direct your attention to me as I share important guidelines for your Weavings and your new daily lives!"

"In the unlikely event of an Apocalypse, please remain calm and carry on. We are quite accustomed to apocalypses."

Her voice rippled like thunder through the Frequency.

"I am not your captain, but I am your compass- and your mild existential crisis. I'll guide you through this journey! I am the Queen of Matter. Sit back, relax, and try not to unravel. Entropy has been cleaned, polished, and adorned with gleaming Megalos and Expanses. I'll orient you to the Infiniverse- where you are, where to visit, who to fear, and more!"

…!

Her voice climbed with exhilaration, as if even she couldn't believe she was giving this orientation.

Behind her, an Emperor Penguin solemnly shook its head, muttering something about taking the microphone back to none other than Kazuhiko.

The Great Beyonder, and countless others—watched, stunned by the spectacle.

Where had they arrived?

The Infiniverse?

The True Frequency of Entropy?

They now stood at the edge of a vast, fantastical new tapestry of weavings.

And even as this new tale began…

…the twilight of another Wheel approached.

Within the True Frequency of the Singed.

The 9th and 6th Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity observed Noah's weavings as he met their gazes calmly.

"You all know death well. But have you watched a Wheel shift from Living to Dead? Do you still believe you'll gain what you seek?"

His voice was casual, floating through a field of endless blue.

Before him, the towering, tree-like figure of the 6th Mawbearer- Vaethrava, the Withering Sealroot- buzzed with immense, terrible energy as it responded.

"You seem so confident. But I've locked everything down. Even your origin weavings… I know they're from another Frequency. The Prime Frequency of the End, yes? Fitting. And yet, here you stand."

The voice pulsed with grim certainty.

"Young man, do you know what it means to face a Primarch?"

…!

Young man.

A phrase wielded not as kindness, but as diminishment- reminding even the True Emperor of Quintessence that, on this scale, he was young… inexperienced.

Noah held his gaze steady, unshaken.

Vaethrava continued.

"A Primarch can reshape an entire Frequency- living or dead- infusing it instantly with their True Source, replacing anything that came before."

HUUM!

As if to prove her point...

Even in its decay, the True Frequency of the Singed had been lit by white-gold flames. Noah had extracted the Heart of Existence and other relics, but remnants remained.

Until now.

In a breath, the flames vanished.

Gray-black waves of energy surged forward, and black, withering roots blossomed across reality. They wrapped and consumed all, even the endless blue seas surrounding Noah.

In that instant, all of Noah's incarnations in the region collapsed into a single form.

Vaethrava's voice continued, sharp and cold.

"A Primarch can create Existential Dimensional Lattices- interlocking timelines, weavings of life and death that no Source can escape. I've been setting it up this entire time. I'm… very good at this."

HUUM!

She tapped.

And reality warped.

The air became laced with shadow-threads and harmonic pulses. A multidimensional bloom unfolded.

With a single gesture, Vaethrava summoned immense, interwoven architectures- cascading threads glowing with fragments of birth, ruin, and rebirth.

Existential Lattices. Dimensional Lattices.

The world fractured around them- like chained mirrors bending, reflecting, repeating infinitely.

These weren't just cages- they were paradoxes made manifest, feeding on the very concept of escape.

Noah's movements reflected, mirrored, predicted- his every potential crushed across infinite selves. Any move, any eruption of True Source was echoed, refracted, and repeated in a loop.

Vaethrava's black-hole eyes shimmered with starlit malice.

"This prison was woven through time and existence. You were always here. You will always be here. Even your Origin Weavings will be dragged in. That is the power of a Primarch."

"That is why something as arrogant as you should've run the moment you sensed me. Now… escape is an impossibility."

WAA!

"Each thought of mine births Probability Fields- what was, what could be. My True Source lets me see your choices before you make them. I saw your pride from afar, and with it- I saw your end."

…!

The vastness of such power.

And still, Noah stood firm, his eyes glowing not with fear- but with curiosity.

With wonder.

And resolve.

"O Paradox Genesis," he whispered.

HUUM!

"Bloom."

…!

He spoke through his Living Wheel.

Through the Autognosis Living Engine at its core.

He called forth the synthesis of two Amalgamated Living True Sources- using their contradiction and paradox as fuel to forge something new.

A transient, paradoxical Living True Source.

At that same moment...

CRACK!

The remnants of the abandoned Wheel of Existence gave way. No longer able to hold its shape, it fractured entirely.

Life's weavings faded.

And in their absence, Death began to bloom.

A line had been drawn.

A breath held between the living…

…and the dead.