Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4281

Chapter 4281: The Astral Codex and Everythings! V

Forgemaster Vulcan shook his head when it came to The Way of the Self.

"It is a fool’s bargain, a trade of the unique for the common. A king selling his crown for a loaf of bread. It is a path for the desperate, but it is a path nonetheless."

The knowledge was a new, vast continent in the Atlas of Noah’s mind. As he was processing it, RUIN/EDEN’s voice echoed, a final, triumphant note in this symphony of discovery.

|Analysis complete, Master. I have cross-referenced the Modus Operandi with my own theoretical models and the unique nature of your existence. I have finalized your personal cultivation methodology.|

|[The Tyrant’s Infinite Garden – Modus Operandi]|

|Primary Boon: Your Everything of [Infinite Mana] is a unique, boundless resource. I did everything possible to base your cultivation of Everythings around it. You can infuse Seeds of Everythings with your Mana, and because it is infinite, the harvest will be... continuous. Endless. Infinite. You can produce a theoretically Unlimited number of Basic Units of Everythings.|

|Limitation: Your Mana is a pure, undifferentiated authority. It cannot be used to nurture the growth of Specialized Units. Those must still be cultivated through the slow, patient application of other authorities.|

|Synergy: Your [Principle of Perpetual Harvest] will amplify the yield of all your Trees of Everythings by a factor of one thousand. The Radiant Shore, now infused with the essence of many Dead Early Creature and the authority of Order among many other factors, is the most existentially fertile ground I have ever analyzed. Your garden will not just grow; it will flourish.|

HUUM!

Noah stood in the silence of the forge, the weight of all this new knowledge settling upon him. He had the armor. He had the Codex. And now, he had the fuel!

Oh!

He had...Everything!

Well, lets slow down. Maybe not Everything.

Forgemaster Vulcan observed him, his ancient, starlit eyes holding a deep, analytical light.

He had been studying the schematics Noah had provided, a faint, almost imperceptible smile of professional appreciation on his bronze face.

"A clever design," he rumbled, his voice the sound of a mountain giving a compliment.

"Flawed in its core assumptions about the pilot’s resilience, of course, and laughably inefficient in its power consumption, but the symbiotic interface... the Modulator... that is a stroke of genius."

He turned his gaze from the schematics to Noah. "A theory is one thing. A blueprint is a pretty picture. But craftsmanship... that is the true measure of a creator. I propose another exchange, scholar to scholar. You could build for me, right now, a Living Existential Armor and its Core Modulator from the schematics you have just provided. A demonstration of your art. And for this labor, for this proof of concept, I will provide you with a small collection of Units of Everythings. A starting fund, if you will, for you to begin your own collection."

...!

The offer was a test disguised as a transaction.

Vulcan waved a massive, bronze hand, and behind him, a section of the radiant, black stone wall of the forge dissolved, revealing a new, hidden alcove.

It was a treasury of primordial materials. Massive clusters of the pristine, stellar white Early Omnichalcum were stacked like firewood.

And beside them, a second type of metal, this one shining with a deep, golden obsidian light, its surface swirling with a contained, chaotic energy.

|New Material Detected: [Early Tartarite Metal].|

|Analysis: It possesses similar properties of conceptual density and indestructibility to [Early Omnichalcum]. However, its internal structure is far more explosive and unstable.|

|Conclusion: Any products forged from this material will possess a significantly higher damage output, but at the expense of defensive integrity. It is a glass cannon, Master. A beautiful, terrible, and highly volatile one.|

Noah stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the two mountains of metal.

"In addition to the payment," he said, his voice calm and even, "I will require a portion of these materials for my own uses. For... further research."

Vulcan’s smile was a jovial, booming thing. "But of course, young Elderborn! All things have a price. Let us see if your work is worth the cost."

Noah nodded once. He gave the command, and RUIN/EDEN did the rest!

HUUM!

Glorious, azure tendrils of his Infinite Mana, a thousand delicate, surgical limbs of pure, liquid energy, erupted from his being.

They did not surge with chaotic power, but moved with a quiet, terrifying precision. They wrapped around the blocks of Early Omnichalcum first, their touch gentle, yet absolute.

He stood before an empty space in the forge, and his will, guided by RUIN/EDEN’s perfect, if flawed, schematics, began to work.

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