Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4365

Chapter 4365: The Glorious Evolution! V

The moment Noah’s body crossed through the shimmering barrier surrounding the blue planet, the Cultivation Citadel of The Early Creature, something fundamental shifted in the relationship between his existence and reality itself.

It wasn’t pain, exactly.

It was weight.

His own power, that infinite wellspring of Mana that had carried him through impossible situations, that had defied the natural order of existence time and time again...it turned against him!

Or rather, it didn’t turn against him so much as it suddenly remembered that it was supposed to follow certain rules, certain laws, and those laws were now being enforced with prejudice that bordered on malicious.

The Infiniverse became an anchor dragging him down.

The Principle of Perpetual Harvest, still settling into the fundamental structure of his being, became chains wrapped around every particle of his existence.

His Infinite Mana...oh, his beautiful, impossible, reality-breaking Mana, became the very thing crushing him toward the planet’s surface with acceleration that would have made gravity weep with envy!

Noah spun through the atmosphere, unable to control his descent, watching the blue sky blur into green as the landmass below rushed up to meet him with enthusiasm.

BOOM!

His body impacted the continent with force that should have shattered continents, but the ground here was different- woven from concepts of cultivation and growth that made it simultaneously yielding and unyielding.

The crater that formed around his impact was perfectly circular, as if the very earth had been prepared for arrivals exactly like this.

Noah lay at the center of the crater for a moment, simply breathing.

Each breath was work.

Each inhale required conscious effort, as if the air itself had weight, as if oxygen had decided it would only enter his lungs if he asked nicely and proved he deserved it.

He pushed himself up slowly, muscles straining against pressure that came from everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. His legs shook- actually shook, as he forced himself to stand.

When had his legs last shaken from effort? When had standing upright been anything other than automatic?

Around him, through the haze of effort, he could see rivers of green-gold light flowing through the air itself.

Perpetual Harvest was abundant here, saturating the atmosphere with potential that should have made him stronger but somehow only made the weight heavier.

It was beautiful and terrible all at once!

Oh!

|CULTIVATION CITADEL - LEVEL 1 PRESSURE ENGAGED|

|Environmental Analysis:|

- Current Pressure Multiplier: 2x baseline existence

- Effect: All physical actions require 2x normal effort

- Effect: All existential authority usage faces 2x resistance

- Warning: This is merely the first threshold

- Note: Adaptation is the goal, not survival

|Movement Status: Severely Impaired|

|Mana Circulation: 1% efficiency|

|Physical Capability: Reduced to 0.01% normal capacity|

|Advisory: Even minor movements will be arduous at current adaptation level. Once full acclimation is achieved, when this pressure feels identical to normal atmospheric conditions, higher pressure levels may be imposed|

Noah read the prompts with eyes that watered from the simple effort of focusing. His hand, which he raised to wipe his face, moved through the air like it was swimming through honey mixed with regret.

"So this...is what weakness feels like," he murmured, his voice barely echoing despite the effort it took to speak.

He had never felt so powerful and so pathetic simultaneously. The contradiction was almost amusing.

Here he stood, an Early Creature with Quintillions of Complexity and Purity, bearer of Principles, master of Infinite Mana...and he could barely lift his own arms without his muscles screaming in protest.

It was perfect.

|HARVEST NOTIFICATION|

|Minimal Effort Detected - Standing Upright: 12 seconds|

|Reward: +0.000001 Quintillion Complexity|

|Reward: +0.000001 Quintillion Purity|

|Note: Effort translates directly to harvest in this environment|

|Note: All actions, no matter how small, contribute to advancement|

|Note: The greater the pressure overcome, the greater the harvest reaped|

...!

Noah’s eyes widened fractionally, and even that small expression of surprise required muscular effort that made his face ache.

Standing here, simply existing under this pressure, was advancing him.

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