Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4228

Chapter 4228: The Way II

The cost was two Quadrillion. A number that would have been a meaningless abstraction just a day ago. Now, it was a currency he was willing to spend!

The Shore responded. The air grew thick, heavy, as a vast ocean of his internal power was drawn into a single, massive vortex centered on his being. Swirls of green-gold stellar brilliance, the very essence of the Principle, erupted from the ground, from the sky, from his own body!

They were not gentle lights, but violent, beautiful ribbons of pure, conceptual energy, weaving themselves into new, impossible patterns on his skin.

|Monumental Forging Initiated: 20x [Early Living Existential Seed Glyph - Principle of Perpetual Harvest].|

|Expenditure Authorized: -2,000,000,000,000,000 Complexity and Purity.|

|A bold expenditure.|

|Your existence is being refined. Raw, chaotic power is being compressed into stable, potent Glyphs. This is a powerful methodology of the Early Creatures, a way to make power not just a resource, but a part of one’s very architecture.|

HUUM!

The Glyphs etched themselves onto his form, a constellation of verdant, golden leaves. They bloomed on his arms, his legs, his torso, each one a perfect, intricate testament to the power of effort.

He looked like a being carved from an ancient, living tree, a wonder of the harvest and the hunt!

And then, with the thirty Glyphs now blazing on his body, he gave his next command, his voice a low, tyrannical rumble that shook the very sands.

"Grant me twenty Harvest Festival Endowments. All of them. Now."

...!

The response was a cataclysm of glory.

The sky above the Radiant Shore, once a serene, luminous expanse, was now a roiling, green-gold tempest.

Immense, concentrated clouds of pure harvest energy bloomed into existence, a conceptual hurricane of his own making. And from that storm, the endowments descended!

They did not come as gentle blessings. They were bolts of pure, concentrated reality, each one a physical, tangible blow that battered his existence. It was not an attack, but an infusion so potent it felt like one.

With each strike, he felt his very being stretched, compressed, and rewritten!

|Harvest Festival Endowment Activated|

|Target: Self|

|Measuring accumulated efforts since last harvest...|

|Note: The effort of a multi-front war, the utilization of a new System of Power, the leadership of a burgeoning faction, and the sheer, unadulterated desperation to survive have been detected and quantified.|

|Complexity Gained: +180 Trillion|

|Purity Gained: +220 Trillion|

BOOM!

The first pillar of light struck him, and the numbers were a torrent in his mind.

|Harvest Festival Endowment Activated|

|Target: Self|

|Measuring... Oh, you know the drill. You’ve been busy.|

|Complexity Gained: +210 Trillion|

|Purity Gained: +190 Trillion|

...!

The storm raged. Pillar after pillar of green-gold light slammed into his form, a relentless, glorious assault of his own making!

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