Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse
Chapter 3891: Resolve yourself! II

Chapter 3891: Resolve yourself! II

The frost still clung to the bones of the glacial domain, though the howls of Inevitabilities died rapidly!

Where once roared chaos and consumption, now only a roaring silence reigned. The wriggling masses, all of them, were burning. The radiant petals of Order had flared... and then all had collapsed.

Inevitabilities ate and ate until they could eat no more.

That was their nature.

Feed them infinite reserves, overwhelm their paradoxical nature, and they would collapse under the very concept they sought to embody.

They were unstable. Even the genuine ones.

True Inevitabilities, those dreadful echoes of contradiction from beyond, were the nightmare of Foldless Ones. The kind that never ceased, never reasoned. Only consumed.

But these? These were imitations. Mutated. Crafted to simulate dread, but not sustain it.

At the end of the day, they were Imitation Mutated Inevitabilities!

That alone was enough for one to ask...how did Living Existences manufacture such creatures? But that was a wonder for another time.

The critical thing now was that these were just imitations.

Against the grinding, unbending light of Order...they were nothing.

Noah floated in the thinning light, breath steady in his chest. Around him, dozens of Masters of Existence hovered cautiously in the frost-rimed distance, hundreds of Primarchs behind them, all murmuring in hushed awe.

The snow had quieted. Only the crystalline groaning of the massive trees of Yggdrasil continued to echo across the sea.

And in the center of it all stood her.

Sigrid.

Her form gleamed with an undeniable authority now- an Authority that wrapped around her like a flowing mantle spun from the threads of law itself.

Her skin radiated a cool white brilliance, her hair adrift in still wind. Her feet did not touch the frost, but the frost itself seemed to reach up toward her as if it sought to cradle her brilliance!

Noah’s gaze didn’t leave her.

There was a sense of careful wonder in his gaze.

Because as he watched the shimmering white lotuses fade into starlight, he realized, truly realized, that Sigrid might be something far beyond what even she believed herself to be.

Her entire lineage had died to fill a hole in her being. And from that hole...something ancient had bloomed.

A lost Authority.

An existential flame of balance and sovereignty. Living Order.

If she was its vessel...

If she wasn’t simply touched by it, but was it...

Then Sigrid might not just be a Living Order.

She might stand the chance to be THE Living Order. Maybe. In a far distant future!

...!

Noah’s eyes narrowed with solemn clarity.

Such a concept would be enough to drive Living Origins mad. Enough to drive entire Civilizations to betray each other.

How would the Living Paradoxes react if they knew? Hell, how would the other Living Existences react?

She gleamed like judgment itself as she opened her lips and uttered a single word.

"Order."

The sound settled.

Like snowfall upon skin.

And in the next breath, all remaining Inevitabilities and golems screeched as one.

Their bodies imploded in sheer existential terror.

Their monstrous limbs convulsed. Their many eyes cracked like glass beneath a hammer. Their jagged, writhing masses burst, turning into dazzling white stars that floated through the cold air like offerings... all of them moving toward the figure that had commanded them.

Toward Sigrid.

She didn’t reach out.

She simply received.

And in front of Noah, a prompt unfolded like a blooming petal, elegant and heavy with implication.

|You have witnessed the first action of The Budding Young Living Order. As the one who has bound the Living Order, once her authority reaches sufficient maturity, you shall gain access to Living Order Authority. Living Orders may also be born in the Early Veiled Shore and Festivals of Existence at that time.|

...!

His lips parted slightly, a breath escaping into the icy domain as his eyes gleamed with unspoken anticipation. Glorious anticipation!

Access to Living Order.

To that Authority.

The domain before them began to shimmer as over a hundred radiant Treasure Chests bloomed in neat clusters across the white sea where Inevitabilities once screeched.

Loot.

Magisterial chests of Loot!

All around, voices rose in wonder and hushed shock.

Even Master Neinoro couldn’t help himself.

"That..." His voice broke the silence like a polite blade. "That Authority... it bears resemblance to the power the Foldless Ones wield. How fortunate we are to witness such magnificence!"

...!

He was smiling brightly.

Noah’s gaze slid toward him with disdain.

Master Neinoro bowed low, arms out, robes pristine and posture perfect as he looked towards Sigrid.

"For your intervention, we are thankful," he said, voice full of performative warmth. "Truly, all those present benefit from your blessed act."

Sigrid didn’t blink. She looked at him like one would look at a particularly annoying draft of wind. "I didn’t do it for you," she replied flatly.

Master Neinoro straightened with a soft chuckle, brushing her words away as though they were mere dust from his shoulder.

"Of course not," he said with a gallant grin. "But gratitude must be expressed nonetheless. After all, the Fold Dwellers of these blessed Folds will partake in the blessings you left behind."

He moved casually before anyone could object.

Gliding across the air with practiced grace, he reached one of the nearest Treasure Chests.

His fingers extended- calmly, politely- and as the golden chest opened, bundles of radiant loot danced out. Glimmering fragments of authority, vibrant cores of frozen complexity, even crystalline veins of dormant Inevitability remnants containing a sense of...Everything.

Noah watched.

His smile, faint and cold, did not reach his eyes.

Sigrid’s brow furrowed as she said slowly, "What do you think you’re doing?"

He turned to her, blinking with innocent confusion as if her question surprised him.

"We are all cultivators along the same path," he said smoothly. "The journey toward advancement is not one of isolation. Resources, like trials, are meant to be shared."

She didn’t respond.

He continued.

"You are clearly... immensely powerful already." A feigned humility laced his tone. "So surely you do not require every chest here? As you’ve said, you acted not for us, but out of necessity. But now, the trial is complete. Its rewards, by the spirit of fairness and the principles of cultivation, belong to all of us equally."

He gestured widely to the other Masters of Existence and Primarchs still watching from the sidelines, then smiled toward Sigrid as though he were the embodiment of compassion itself.

"Surely the Foldless Ones observing these trials would agree. They designed these mechanics, did they not? And no design favors the greedy."

Noah’s smile remained.

So did his silence.

But in his chest...he felt something vibrant begin to simmer.

It was...amusement.

Because it was always the same.

From Primarchs to Masters of Existence to Originus Venerants...when they saw brilliance, they only ever thought of how to steal from it.

And Master Neinoro, wrapped in civility, soaked in self-righteousness, was no different.

He simply smiled more while doing it.

And so Noah smiled too.

Quietly.

As if he’d just realized how enjoyable the next few minutes would be!