Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3665

The way Bob asked the question made it clear—something that should never have been done, had been done. His gaze locked onto Noah with a stern intensity as he sought confirmation.

"You sent a part of yourself to the Infinite Ravines?!"

He asked again, as if needing to hear it aloud.

Noah met the being’s stare calmly. His silence served as a direct answer.

Bob shook his head slowly, as though the knowledge itself was a curse.

"You… haha, fuck. I told you—every Wheel of Existence has its most unique entities. And you? You’re like a fucking beacon. You shine too bright, too strange. In a place like the Infinite Ravines, where Dead Things roam... your mere presence draws them in. If even one of them catches a glimpse of you—senses the difference—they’ll spread word. And then you’ll face an onslaught of Dead Things, all desperate for that. The same thing I’m after."

…!

Bob’s words came in a rush, tumbling one after another as his frustration mounted.

Noah considered them carefully. This wasn’t something he dismissed easily. Coldly, he asked.

"My presence alone in the Infinite Ravines could cause such an avalanche?"

Bob nodded, then reached out behind him.

The illusory white Wheel began to stir, moving closer, floating toward him until it hovered at his fingertips.

"Your presence… is not just your presence. The Dead Things in the Ravines—wandering the unknown Nullvein Gravewake Folds of collapsed Wheels—they seek sustenance from Wild True Sources. Yes. But they also search for differences. For anything new. Any anomaly."

A new term appeared for Noah.

Nullvein Gravewake Folds of collapsed Wheels and existence. These were the endless regions that stood outside of Infinite Ravines of Absolute Complex True Sources?

Bob paused, his voice growing graver with each word as he continued.

"Because when they sense difference… it might mean the Wheel that the Infinite Ravines are connected to holds something more. Something unique. THAT. A pathway. A gateway. Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. If one of them suspects it, others will come. They’ll come to confirm. And when they arrive, your very being will only solidify their suspicions as when I looked at you, I also became more certain that this Wheel might truly hold a great piece of a puzzle! And that’s when things will spiral. Beings like me—or worse—will come. Man…"

He exhaled deeply, as if dreading what must come next.

"I never wanted things to reach this point."

But he believed they had.

"It means I’ll have to get serious now—get what I need before chaos spreads. I… didn’t want to do this, Osmont. I didn’t want to do this."

There was desperation in his eyes as, without warning, the illusory White Wheel was suddenly in his grasp. Complexity surged around him, while Noah’s True Source of Existence crashed down in raging waves.

Bob’s state of Khaos elevated his power even further, yet the chaos dispersed anything near him. And in his hands, the white Wheel radiated a strange, eerie splendor—its glow pierced with the screams of countless beings.

And Bob—he did the unthinkable.

"OOOH!"

He began to pull the Wheel apart.

He was breaking it.

Tears welled in his eyes.

At the same time, Noah’s weavings received a transmission from the Great Usurper—an echo of shock and revelation.

|He’s burning them… no, he’s burning half of all the lifeforms within the White Wheel of Existence! And he’s doing it in a way that purges even the ones I had overtaken! He’s breaking the White Wheel of Existence!|

WAA!

Bob was breaking the Wheel.

And he did so with a terrible sorrow etched into his face, using Khaos as a shield against Noah’s furious attacks. But then—without warning—a dazzling, stellar obsidian Pillar of Concordance erupted above him.

Brilliant.

Stellar.

Obsidian.

It pierced through the violet Khaos like a blade through silk, crashing into Bob. The obsidian light struck his skin, slamming into his bald head—half of the Pillar’s brilliance shattered on contact.

But—

"I didn’t want to do this!"

Bob roared with anguish, even as fracture lines began to crawl across the surface of the White Wheel. In the next moment, Primal Flames—drawn from Hell Terra Firma—erupted around him.

He was burning it all.

Even as Noah’s True Source bore down on him, disintegrating the top half of his head, Bob continued!

His face was twisted—not with fury—but with mad sorrow.

He screamed.

"Break!"

…!

A shattering.

Bob…was breaking a Wheel of Existence.

BOOOM!

The dazzling White Wheel split in half. At its fracture point, the Primal Flames surged outward—releasing potent, unfamiliar waves of energy.

Unlike anything Noah had ever seen.

The energy was too pristine.

Too unfathomable.

And Bob—he harnessed all of it. He wrapped it in the flames and didn’t hurl it at Noah. No—he directed it upward.

Reality itself tore open.

Existence buckled and screamed as the Weave split and warped. The force of the Wheel’s destruction wasn’t meant for annihilation.

It was meant for entry.

Guided by the Primal Flames, the force surged toward a distant shimmer of white-gold light.

The flames of the Singed.

But not from the Frequency of Flames.

No.

These were the True Flames.

Of the True Frequency of the Singed.

And when Bob confirmed it...

"OOOH!"

He completely tore the White Wheel in two, using its force to rip open a massive rift above. It was a wound in existence itself. But from it… spilled the impossible. True Flames—of a True Frequency.

With the shattered Wheel in each hand, Bob howled in despair. More than half his head was gone, along with huge portions of his complexity. Yet he soared toward the wound he had carved into reality—across the path of chaos and flame.

Noah roared in rage, his Pillar of Concordance chasing behind him. He saw Bob engulfed in the True Flames of the Singed, assaulted from every direction.

Yet…

Bob raised his left hand.

He burned the broken half of the White Wheel in his grip—sacrificing it to shield himself from annihilation.

And with that act—after the unthinkable destruction of one of the Dead Absolute Complex True Sources of Existence…

Bob crossed the threshold.

And entered a True Frequency.