Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4366

Chapter 4366: The Glorious Evolution! VI

The pressure slammed down on him like the weight of multiple entire Folds condensed into a single point. Noah’s knees buckled because the fundamental structure of his legs simply couldn’t support the impossible weight anymore.

He crashed to his knees, the impact sending cracks through the ground beneath him despite its reinforced nature.

His body wanted to collapse further. His existence screamed at him to release the pressure, to accept defeat, to acknowledge that this was too much too fast!

Every particle of his being was being compressed, refined, tested against forces that would have unmade lesser existences entirely.

His fingers, pressed against the ground, couldn’t even twitch. The simple act of breathing became a battle requiring conscious effort and determination that bordered on the absurd.

It was impossible to stand.

It was impossible to move.

It was impossible to exist like this.

’Good’, Noah thought through the pressure that threatened to crush his very consciousness.

’Impossible is my specialty.’

HUUM!

His eyes flashed with tyrannical defiance, blazing with determination that pressure couldn’t dim.

His mouth opened, and despite the tremendous effort required, despite the way his jaw muscles burned and his throat constricted, he bellowed!

"I! AM! NOAH! OSMONT!"

The words echoed across the Cultivation Citadel, carried by will more than sound.

His muscles undulated, pulsing with power that refused to accept limitation.

His Heart of an Early Creature blazed within his chest like a furnace that remembered it was supposed to burn through impossibilities.

His Citadels hummed like engines being pushed past their recommended limits.

Who was he?

He was someone who had faced down Early Creatures. Someone who had survived traversals to the Earliest Folds.

Someone who carried the weight of protecting his family, building his Civilization, defying the natural order of existence itself!

How could simple pressure make him kneel when he had so many other weights already bearing down on him?

’Rise’, he commanded his body.

His muscles screamed in protest.

’RISE’, he commanded his existence.

His bones creaked under impossible strain.

’RISE!’ he commanded reality itself.

HUUM!

And slowly- painfully, gloriously, impossibly...he began to move!

His left hand lifted from the ground. Just an inch. Just a single inch, but it was progress measured against forces that said progress was impossible!

|EFFORT DETECTED|

|Current Action: Attempting to rise under 10x pressure|

|Assessment: Tyrannical|

|Assessment: Foolish|

|Assessment: Magnificent|

|HARVEST ACCUMULATION ACCELERATING|

His right hand followed, pushing against ground that felt like it was made of condensed concepts rather than simple matter.

|+0.00001 Quintillion Complexity|

|+0.00001 Quintillion Purity|

His back straightened fractionally, vertebrae stacking despite the weight trying to compress them into powder.

|+0.00002 Quintillion Complexity|

|+0.00002 Quintillion Purity|

His legs began to unbend, muscles firing in sequences that required coordination his body barely possessed under this pressure.

|+0.00005 Quintillion Complexity|

|+0.00005 Quintillion Purity|

Sweat poured down his face, not from heat but from sheer effort. His entire body was trembling, every muscle group engaged in the impossible task of standing upright.

This was the weaponization of effort and harvest.

This was what it meant to turn suffering into strength, struggle into advancement, impossibility into inevitability.

|ADAPTATION BEGINNING|

|Physical Structure: Reinforcing under pressure|

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