Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4299

Chapter 4299: Anomaly! III

THE Living Concept did not turn. Its form, a shimmering, ever-shifting cloud of pure, geometric thought, remained focused on the silent, looping carnage!

THE Living Emotive floated closer, its own form a kaleidoscope of every color that had ever been and ever would be.

"But you know," it continued, its tone now holding a note of almost dismissive finality, "all the Systems of Existence that are being used by them, unless altered a great deal, won’t allow any of these existences to jump onto the next Scale of Existence. They are beautiful, intricate cages. They allow for immense growth within their bars, but...they are still cages."

WAA!

At this, THE Living Concept finally reacted. A pulse of pure, logical indignation, a conceptual harrumph, rippled through its form.

"Was it so easy to attain the state of THE?" its thoughts were a sharp, clear transmission, a blade of pure reason.

"Even for us, it took our Everythings and more. It was not a simple climb; it was a self-immolation, a burning away of all that we were to become something new. These ’cages,’ as you call them, are the very pathways that make such a climb even remotely possible for lesser beings."

THE Living Emotive nodded, a gesture that was a wave of contemplative agreement. "Yes, but isn’t THE Creature... the most profound one among us? Out of all of us, he is the only one who does not worry about advancing. When the rest of us... are still seeking to go higher in the Scale of Existence, yet he continues to be the most powerful among us!"

...!

The name, THE Creature, hung in the air, a weight that seemed to bend the very light of the conceptual workshop.

THE Living Emotive’s form swirled with a new, more profound emotion: a deep, ancient, and almost wistful, curiosity.

"He plays. He observes. He experiences. While we build our ladders to the heavens, he seems content to simply walk the earth, yet he is already in the sky."

A new, quieter, more dangerous thought entered the conversation, a whisper from the depths of Emotive’s being.

"Perhaps... the only way to advance is not to climb higher, but to build a different kind of house entirely. A sanctuary of growth...of Civilization."

HUUM!

THE Living Concept’s form flickered, its geometric patterns shifting with a sudden, sharp alarm.

"A sanctuary?" its thoughts were a cold, analytical counter-point.

THE Living Emotive smiled, a brilliant, beautiful, and utterly terrifying expression that sent waves of pure, ecstatic joy rippling through the void.

"What is mastery but the ability to choose not to play the game?" it sang, its voice a chorus of pure, unadulterated excitement. "What is true power but the freedom to build a garden of glorious Civilization geared towards advancement? Huhuhu!"

...!

With that final, cryptic, and utterly terrifying pronouncement, THE Living Emotive’s presence faded, leaving THE Living Concept alone in its workshop of silent, looping carnage, with a new, troubling, and very, very dangerous idea to contemplate.

—

Noah spent what felt like an hour as the butterfly, a silent, shared dance in a world of ice and light!

Then, with a final, respectful flicker of his crystalline wings, he transformed back.

He continued his stroll, and soon, he came across another creature in this realm of blistering coldness!

It was a Diplodocus, its colossal form a moving mountain of glacial brilliance. Its hide was not of flesh, but of a shimmering, iridescent ice that seemed to contain the light of a thousand auroras.

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