Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4284

Chapter 4284: Civilization! III

|[Justiciar Armor - Public Model #13] is complete.|

|Analysis: This unit has achieved a peak performance rating, capable of granting its wielder a base Purity of 750 Quadrillion.|

|Observation: As you have continued this complex, repetitive act of creation, a unique evolution has been catalyzed and observed. Your Everything of [Infinite Mana] is being enriched and refined with every weave.|

He felt it. He was not just using his Mana as a fuel source, a river to turn a mill wheel. He was using its very essence, its Everything, constantly and continuously, as a thousand delicate, surgical limbs!

And with each armor he forged, he could feel his own boundless ocean becoming... denser. More potent.

The very act of creation was teaching his infinity a new, more profound, and more dangerous language!

|I will continue to analyze this process, Master. The constant, high-level application of your Everything of Mana appears to be triggering a new, unforeseen evolutionary path. The potential boons are, as of yet, unquantifiable, but I am... optimistic.|

The armor and its Modulator floated towards Forgemaster Vulcan.

The giant accepted it with a grunt of professional approval, placing it alongside the twelve others, a growing legion of silent, white armors of death.

He then waved a massive, bronze hand, and the payment was delivered.

|Payment Received.|

|[Basic Units of Everything]: 10,000.|

|[Specialized Units of Everything]:|

| - [Quantum]: 1,000 Units.|

| - [Emotive]: 1,000 Units.|

| - [Paradox]: 1,000 Units.|

|Analysis: A consistent and highly profitable business arrangement, Master. At this rate, we will have a sufficient stockpile to begin large-scale cultivation and experimentation.|

He smiled at her words as he absorbed the new wealth of Everythings and calmly began his work on the fourteenth.

At his request, the forge had been closed off.

Too many eyes, he had argued, could always cause potential issues. In truth, he simply preferred to work without a gallery of Early Creatures scrutinizing his every move, their gazes like scalpels on his very Existence.

As his tendrils of glorious blue mana began to once again transform the inert Omnichalcum, Forgemaster Vulcan began to speak.

The giant was working nearby, his own hands a blur of controlled, cataclysmic power. He was shaping the volatile, golden obsidian Tartarite Metal, weaving it into armors of his own design.

They were based on the schematics, yes, but they were different. More aggressive. More brutal. He was not making Justiciars. His were named...Arbiters!

And where Noah’s creations blazed with Purity, Vulcan’s pulsed with a dark, terrible Complexity.

He was faster, more efficient, his own finite Everything he was using being richer, purer, and more complex than Noah’s Mana.

He was a Forgemaster under Gilgamesh for a reason!

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