Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4120

Chapter 4120: A Guiding Light! II

A Blank Template Seed of a Principle!

The implications were staggering. Not just power increase but the possibility of creating his own Principle…not inheriting or discovering but crafting from nothing but accumulated authority.

Noah’s existence blazed internally even while externally frozen.

The suppression remained…he still couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t act. But inside, revolutions were occurring that Lysander’s Haki couldn’t perceive or prevent.

Because Cheats had found the loophole in absolute suppression: if external growth was impossible, grow internally. If advancement was forbidden, advance anyway and just don’t tell reality it should stop you!

After the possibility of the Blank Template Seed of a Principle was revealed, Cheats faced the hardened task of expanding its golden light across Noah’s Atlas, seeking to elevate as many towers to Third Stage as possible.

The work was meticulous, each tower requiring individual attention, individual arguments for why it should transcend suppression.

Outwardly, everything remained frozen.

Noah’s body stood like a statue, his existence still suppressed, unable to move or exert any external power.

His head happened to be angled upward toward Lysander the Voice, and he was forced to maintain that position, watching the representative of Gilgamesh’s Sovereignty float with casual dominance.

The golden eyes of Cheats continued their work internally, tower by tower, advancement by advancement. Twelve towers. Fifteen!

Each one adding its fifty billion to Noah’s accumulating might that had nowhere to express itself!

Then- 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

HUUM!

A vibrant green light began spreading outward from the center of the Verdant Eternia Tribe, clashing against Lysander’s oppressive Haki like spring challenging winter. The air itself seemed to remember it could be something other than suppressed.

From a tribal building that managed to be both primitive and regal- stones stacked with precision that suggested architecture transcending mere construction- a figure rose with the particular grace of someone who had been waiting for exactly this moment to make an entrance!

Her hair was green in the way forests were green…not a single shade but every possible variation of verdancy woven together.

It moved with winds that came from within rather than without, each strand catching light that transformed it into living emerald.

Her form radiated authority that didn’t impose but rather reminded everything around her that growth was possible, that life persisted, that even under the weight of suppression, seeds waited to sprout.

The Early Creature’s presence emanated a verdant Haki that went on tk clash with Lysander’s and fundamentally disagreed with it on philosophical grounds. Where his pressure insisted on submission, hers suggested cooperation. Where his demanded unity through force, hers offered unity through mutual growth.

“I am Persephona, Shepherd of the Verdant Eternia Tribe,” she announced, her voice carrying the particular resonance of someone who had tended this flock for eons beyond counting.

“And I must address the words spoken by Lysander the Voice.”

HUUM!

He gestured broadly, encompassing the entire tribe with motion that suggested ownership.

“You say unity cannot be forced, yet every garden you tend was forced into shape. Every seed you plant is forced to grow where you decide. Every harvest is forced to occur when you deem ready. Even shepherds use crooks to guide their flocks.”

His smile remained perfect, unthreatening yet somehow more menacing for its pleasantness.

“Trust can be built through force…ask any child who learned not to touch fire through pain rather than explanation. Unity can be made through force…observe any army that moves as one despite individual reluctance. The question isn’t whether force can create unity, but whether the unity created serves the greater good.”

He descended slightly, coming closer to her level though still maintaining superior height.

“So I ask you, Shepherd- do you speak for all members of your tribe? Or are there those who see the wisdom in joining unity now, taking the path of least resistance rather than the path of most suffering?”

The question hung in the air with weight that suggested he already knew the answer- that in any group, there would be those who preferred safety to principle, comfort to conflict.

Persephona’s eyes turned cold as frozen emeralds. Her aura radiated outward with sudden intensity that made reality remember she was one of the oldest members of her tribe, that she had been tending this flock since before Gilgamesh learned to speak.

Her verdant light burst with force that didn’t fight Lysander’s Haki but grew through it, around it, over it…like vines claiming a wall not by destroying it but by making it irrelevant. The golden suppression lifted from her tribe entirely, replaced by something else entirely!

HUUM!

Lysander’s Haki was gone!

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