Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 4500: Dawn I

THE Civilizational Authority Resistance.

THE Organ of Civilization.

Noah heard these words booming across his existence while he felt the imnse amplified Effort across his being, from the mont he was born and even before, all flowing towards this singular purpose.

What was this?

He analyzed the concept with cold logic even as his existence burned. He was too far away from THE. Even though Complexity and Purity could not be considered the imnse factors in attaining THE, even though right now he was in the Septillions, he instinctively knew that he was truly far away from the next Scale of Existence.

So for him to be awakening anything that had capital THE in the na was utterly astounding.

And the only way that it made sense was through the simple words that echoed in his mind.

Only THE Civilizational Authority can go against THE Civilizational Authority.

The Glorious Evolution that all of his accumulated effort was seeking to impose could only have sothing with THE in it or it would have been ineffective against the curse. The logic was sound. Existence itself was confirming it.

So at this mont, as Noah felt the excruciating pain of burning across the entirety of his existence, he observed as the imnse amplified effort of his entire life caused a singularity to bloom.

HUUM!

This singularity was unique. This singularity was colorless, like concentrated Quintessence itself. And it blood at the very center of his brain, nestled in the space between thought and being.

It felt extrely delicate and intricate as he examined it with his inner senses. Any single thing that could possibly go wrong would cause everything to collapse. The structure was fragile, newly born, struggling to maintain coherence.

And yet, Noah felt unfathomable amounts of effort and Civilizational Authority of Mana and Hunger flow into it like rivers feeding an ocean. And the mont that it was fully ford...

"Ah..."

He couldn’t help but gasp as sensation overwheld analysis for a brief mont.

This point of colorless brilliance began to feel like a fundantal part of his existence, as natural as his heartbeat or the flow of Primus Mana through his channels. And at this mont, he observed sothing remarkable.

The crimson-gold flas that were burning him and perating across his existence could not find their entry into this colorless brilliance.

It beca the only part of his existence that was not affected by the curse from THE Living Elental.

And the mont it erged, a sensation of coolness erupted from it like a wave washing across a shore. It spread across his existence with gentle but persistent force, and it made the excruciating pain... slightly less excruciating.

Slightly more bearable.

It was not relief, not truly, but it was the difference between drowning and keeping one’s head above water.

As Noah felt this sensation and catalogued it with careful precision, new prompts blood before his vision.

|THE Organ of Civilization is forming.|

|There are countless ways to attain THE distinction, countless paths to enter The Civilizational Scale of Existence.|

|As of this mont, you are embarking on your own novel way as your Primus Mana has paved the path alongside imnse effort and harvest to bring sothing new into what is considered Observable Existence.|

|THE Organ of Civilization has blood within your existence.|

|Classification: It can be considered akin to a stairway towards THE, towards The Civilizational Scale of Existence.|

|Warning: It is novel and unproven. Its developnt will be guided by you in how it forms and evolves.|

|It sits at a core component of your existence. Any mistakes in its cultivation would an the imdiate collapse of your existence.|

|Current Effect: With THE Organ of Civilization forming, you have gained 1% THE Civilizational Authority Resistance.|

|THE Immolation Of The Sacrilegious Savage can now be withstood with slightly less excruciating pain, but the pain still persists at a high intensity.|

|THE Organ of Civilization is inherently connected with your Primordial Civilization of Mana and Hunger.|

|It will advance and form its identity as your Civilization progresses.|

|Resource Requirent: Analysis indicates it will need an imnse amount of resources and harvest for any advancent, scaled to the quality of infinity inherent in your Primus Mana.|

...!

1% THE Civilizational Authority Resistance.

This was the cooling sensation he felt in a sea of excruciating pain that still occurred, but now the difference was asurable. Quantifiable.

Noah raised his hand with deliberate slowness, testing the change. Gloriously, it did not tremble from the pain as he stood on the surface of the Cultivation Citadel. His entire existence was still being burned by crimson-gold flas, but at this mont... he did not tremble.

His eyes flashed with a sense of solemnity as he looked inward, examining the space in his brain where THE Organ of Civilization lay. He could barely perceive its circular shape and the colorless brilliance that reminded him of pure Quintessence.

But it felt like an endless black hole that would take everything he could feed it, and its results... would be unfathomably imnse.

When THE Living Elental cursed his existence with such malice and certainty, never could he have possibly dread that Noah would sohow gain this as a byproduct, could he?

The irony was not lost on Noah. The curse had forced him to evolve. The pain had created the path forward.

And now that it did bloom, now that he saw a light at the end of a horrendously dark tunnel, he would barrel towards this light with relentless speed until one day he would make THE Living Elental feel like collapsing his own existence.

Because even though he persevered, even though what he felt right now was still excruciating but slightly more bearable, his existence had still risen up with the thought multiple tis of surrender.

Maybe if I collapsed myself, I could escape this pain.

That thought had risen multiple tis like a demon whispering in his ear, and he had crushed it down every ti. Only by will, and will alone.

He hated that any existence could cause him to feel such a sensation. He hated that he had been brought so low, forced to consider ending himself just to escape tornt.

He would rectify this. He would pay this forward with interest compounded over eons.

THE Living Elental could count on it.

Noah stood straighter on the Cultivation Citadel, his body still wreathed in flas but no longer trembling. He observed the weight of existence pressing down on him from this place, noted how it interacted with the curse and his newly ford Organ.

Everything was data. Everything was a variable to be asured and understood.

And understanding, he had learned, was the first step to victory.

Knowledge continued to be key.

He looked up towards where The Infiniverse hovered above, watching him with those eyes of golden light.