Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4057

Chapter 4057: Osmontian! II

The Early Veiled Shore released a heavy prompt as after that, it only continued!

|Advancement conditions restructured. Upon reaching sufficient complexity through structures, farmlands, and populations, The Early Veiled Shore will advance from Blooming Shore and into a Radiant Shore|

|Estimated time: Whenever it damn well feels like it|

…!

Noah blinked with astonishment as he looked over these prompts, making sure he read them right!

Yet…

The brilliance intensified until even with closed eyes, Noah could see nothing but light.

Yet he could feel everything…every grain of sand reorganizing itself, every drop of Sacred Water becoming more sacred, every tree stretching its roots deeper into soil that was becoming more than soil.

Through the overwhelming sensory experience, he picked up voices beside him.

Sigrid, her own tremendous power humming with resonance, whispered with awe.

“What is this…?”

Nearby, Moiraine’s response came with the calm of someone who had witnessed miracles become routine. “You have not been here for too long. Stay a little bit longer, and what Sir is capable of doing will be even clearer to you.”

…!

Sir. It was heard again!

There was a pause, then Sigrid’s voice came again, quieter, almost to herself but loud enough for enhanced perception to catch.

“Does he…like to be called Sir?”

Noah kept his eyes closed while shaking his head slightly at these interactions.

He could feel Sigrid studying Moiraine, probably trying to understand the dynamics at play.

But these were considerations for later. Right now, he focused on feeling the tremendous changes occurring as the Infiniverse became something unprecedented…The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore!

The transformation wasn’t violent. It was like watching…feeling a flower bloom in reverse and forward simultaneously.

The Infiniverse’s consciousness was expanding, spreading through every frequency she contained.

She was choosing him over Everything else!

When Noah finally opened his eyes, the Infiniverse stood before him transformed, and still continued to be so!

She was still herself, that consciousness that had been with him since the beginning, but now she was also becoming something more.

The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore.

At this time, she looked at him once again.

“Master,” she said, and the word carried new meaning, new tyranny, new quintessence!

Around them, the Early Veiled Shore…no, the collaborative space they had created together, hummed with potential that made the impossible seem like a starting point.

They were, all of them, just getting started!

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The rich, and the poor.

In existence, there have always been the rich and the poor, separated by more than wealth…divided by a veil of understanding so complete that neither side could truly comprehend how the other lived.

The poor imagined the rich as freed from all worry, swimming through life on currents of gold.

They couldn’t conceive of the particular anxieties that came with abundance…the paranoia about who truly cared for you versus your resources, the weight of maintaining what you’d gained, the hollow echo in rooms too large for any voice to fill.

The rich imagined the poor as simply lacking what they had, not understanding that poverty created its own culture, its own innovations, its own forms of wealth that couldn’t be measured in currency.

Stars were born and died in the span of heartbeats across their armor. These beings had achieved the Cosmic Realm…they had passed through Antiquity, transcended the limitations of Daolords, and wielded their own Edicts that could rewrite local reality. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The nine Cosmic Realm entities exchanged glances that would have been comical if not for the genuine concern they contained.

They entered the house with the careful movements of those walking into a situation they’d trained for but still dreaded.

Inside, runes of Helios covered every surface, glowing with protective power that made the air taste of sunshine and possibility.

At the center of the main room, a family clustered with concerned expressions. A doctor in a white-gold coat that seemed to be woven from solidified healing stood ready.

And in the middle of it all, on a bed that had been reinforced with reality-anchoring enchantments, lay a woman whose belly glowed with inner light.

She was…delivering a baby.

The nine Cosmic Realm entities faced her with expressions typically reserved for apocalyptic threats.

“He is coming!” the woman yelled, her voice mixing pain with worry that had nothing to do with normal childbirth concerns.

BOOM!

Golden light erupted from beneath her privacy coverings as a baby’s head emerged.

It was a cute little thing.

The infant was already giggling, its eyes open and tracking movement with awareness that newborns shouldn’t possess. More concerning were the tendrils of energy that immediately began gathering around the child, drawn like iron filings to a magnet.

“Get ready!” one of the Cosmic Realm beings shouted. “The first five seconds of life are the most dangerous!”

They positioned themselves strategically around the room as an immense influx of energy poured into the newly born baby. Then, with a pulse that made reality hiccup, a terrifying aura erupted from the infant.

On its tiny chest, a galaxy blazed into existence.

A newly born baby had achieved the Cosmic Realm!

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