Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4321

Chapter 4321: An Exchange! II

The silence was a taut, humming thing. Schrodinger looked at Noah, and a brilliant, almost dazzling, smile spread across his face. "I’m going to go out on a limb," he said, his voice filled with a genuine, almost joyous, wonder, "and simply affirm that you are, in fact, an Early Creature. Which begs me to question... How did a piece of the weapon of THE Living Law not work against you?"

Noah looked at him, and his expression was a perfect, unreadable mask.

He appreciated the nature of a being like this who did not beat around the bush too much!

His voice, when he spoke, was not loud, but it was absolute. It was the voice of a man who did not need to raise his tone to command a room, for the room already belonged to him. "As far as I know, the weapon of THE Living Law works against Early Creatures. I am not an Early Creature. I am The Early Creature, Osmont."

...!

BOOM!

Simply.

Impossibly.

A very straightforward answer was given.

Schrodinger and Leonore’s eyes sharpened, a new, more profound level of calculation entering their gazes. Noah calmly picked up his own glass of Mead and took a sip, his eyes, burning with a quiet, tyrannical fire, still fixed on Schrodinger.

"Now you..." he began, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "You have been a question in my mind for a little while now. I’ve asked myself again and again, what could that Schrodinger be up to? What’s he doing purposefully accelerating Tears of The Veil? What’s he doing with a corpse of an Early Creature? But now, in the grand scale of things, it doesn’t matter too much. What does matter is my curiosity. As I want to ask... do you remember anything regarding the Early Laboratories? Elderborns?"

BOOM!

The Early Laboratories and Elderborns!

Noah asked such a question simply to see exactly what reaction would bloom from Schrodinger, and he saw it. A flicker of sharp, analytical light in both his eyes and the crimson depths of Leonore’s. It was not him who replied, but the woman who was currently more powerful than him.

"With every word you say," Leonore began, her voice a low, resonant note that cut through the starlit quiet of the garden, "you make it clear to us that you know a whole lot more than you are letting on. We can skip any back and forth and get right to business then-"

"Oh, Elderborns! That takes me back!"

Schrodinger interjected, his voice a bright, almost nostalgic, chime that shattered her serious tone. Leonore turned to him, her expression a mask of pure, unadulterated annoyance.

He simply smiled, a mischievous, almost childlike, glint in his ancient eyes, and gently tapped her thigh as if to say, let me handle this.

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