Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4322

Chapter 4322: Do Not Idolize! I

Schrodinger stated that he knew where the entrance to a Shelter that could survive The Fallout was!

At such words, Noah’s gaze, which had been a calm, almost leisurely thing, sharpened into a point of absolute, tyrannical focus.

The air in the small, world-sized bubble grew heavy, the starlit environment seeming to hold its breath. Beside him, unseen by the two ancient Paradoxes, the crimson-blue holographic figure of RUIN/EDEN materialized, her voice a cool, clinical whisper in his mind.

|Based on my analysis of his existential signature, Master, the subject ’Schrodinger’ genuinely believes his words to be true. He is not bluffing or engaging in theatrical misdirection. Whether the information itself is accurate... is a variable that remains unknown.|

Noah looked at Schrodinger, his expression remained a perfect, unreadable mask.

His voice, when he spoke, was a low, resonant, and utterly imposing thing. "To clarify," he began, each word a carefully placed piece on a board of vast scale, "you know the entrance into THE Loom?"

...!

At his words, Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux looked at each other once more. Schrodinger then smiled, a brilliant, almost dazzling expression of pure, unadulterated amusement. "Well now," he said, his voice a playful, conspiratorial hum, "I am going to continue with my assumption that you already know a whole lot, similar to us, so I’ll keep talking. If ever you are lost, just let me know. So... no. I do not have knowledge of the entry to THE Loom. That is an impossibility. THE Loom will never be open, or even have the possibility of opening... until after The Fallout has taken place. Nothing can go in or out. What I have knowledge of is a subsidiary of THE Loom. A small portion of it where those who designed THE Loom... kept their toys."

BOOM!

Their toys.

"You should have met them already," Schrodinger continued, his smile never wavering. "The Justiciars. The Arbiters."

...!

His expression then shifted. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of cold, callous rage so profound it seemed to make the very starlight around them curdle.

"For the designers of THE Loom," he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper, "it wasn’t enough that countless existences would collapse. One designer in particular wanted to continue harvesting from its Way of Existence. Its Way of Emotive. That despicable, shitty, bum clusterfuck of an existence, Emotive, placed behind a protocol where as The Fallout approached, its tools would appear to begin reaping and rousing even more emotions."

...!

"To let all remaining existences know they would perish, and as a form of mercy, some would be collapsed even before The Fallout came, the whole thing displayed until the day of The Fallout. What just happened with Aeternitas Glacies was exactly that. To induce fear. To rouse emotions. Because The Fallout itself is not enough... but for their Way of Existence... they will milk it for even more."

...!

BOOM!

Noah’s eyes flashed with a chilling light. Beside him, Malphas’s arms trembled slightly, not with fear, but with a deep, resonant fury. He glared towards Schrodinger. "THE Living Emotive experienced negative and positive emotions differently," he stated, his voice a cold, hard blade.

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