Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 2928 Jumper! II

2928 Jumper! II

After critical research was carried out, Noah's existence continued to burn with the Aurum colored glow of the Protagonist as he resumed jumping through records and existence.

Existential Proofreader was activated once more as the Weaver of Extremity continued to flitter across time!

[The Hours of the first day of Mors Apokalypsis passed by as the existence of the Weaver of Extremity continued to be altered by the Fruits of Existence.]

[The breadth of your soul was growing along with the current Existential Extremity Authorities you held, but a sufficient enough space was expanded in your existence to retain an additional Existential Extremity Authority.]

[Multiple extremes express their intention and right, with Apocalypse, Relativity, Plot, and many others joining the fray.]

A moment came in the near future when Noah could expand yet another Existential Extremity Authority!

[As you pondered on the risks and benefits of expanding another authority or continuing to take the ones you currently hold to an even grander level, the weavings of your Existence had inadvertently caused changes to the flow of Mors Apokalypsis.]

…!

Something new popped up.

Noah's mind focused sharply as the golden prompts rising seemed to be ever brighter.

[You stretch out your Existence to the utmost to understand how your weavings have impacted the unfolding Records around you, the level of your Existence and extremes allowing you to gain more threads of knowledge.]

[Threads of knowledge about the Codex of Extremity begin coming to you through the weavings your actions have caused.]

[For the success of any task and especially the task of Mors Apokalypsis, the Codex of Extremity has never failed.]

…!

[Utilizing any means possible for whatever variables arise, the Codex of Extremity works to achieve its initiated purpose. Yet on the first day of Mors Apokalypsis, a catastrophic failure occurred where not even one percent of the parameters of success were achieved.]

[The weavings of the one responsible for this failure were analyzed as the Codex of Extremity has designed the Mors Apokalypsis of the Second Day to counter the one responsible for the previous failure, all while abiding by the absolute restrictions placed upon it.]

Noah's eyes radiated a lustrous light as waves of tyranny began to buzz within them.

The Codex of Extremity was something unique.

It seemed to be moving with an autonomous will to simply carry out a process that it was tasked with achieving, and it actually deviated from its normal workings in the case variables arose!

Noah…was a stupendous variable that the Codex of Extremity was now accounting for.

What exactly would change due to this?

Blazing with existential might, Noah gazed at a myriad of illusory scenes as he prepared to make another jump!

—

In the Archaeos Vitalis Pylos.

The Archon Basileus Al-Abalem had a contemplative as he floated in a unique domain.

A sea of white lay before his feet as all around him, intricate translucent streams flowed in a unique manner as his eyes were reading something from the weavings of these streams!

Nobody within the Gradations of Extremity could ever guess nor understand what he was currently looking at, with layers upon layers of the weavings of Records, Existence, and Extremes simultaneously moving around in these seemingly simple streams of white.

"Even though it has just begun, the noses of these barbarians are already sniffing something? Which Legacy covets what is mine?"

His eyes were sharp as he read and organized countless flows and weavings of information.

He knew there was a snake circling outside, plotting and planning.

But he didn't know the identity of this snake, nor did he know just how big it was.

As he was about to continue grasping the weavings around him, his face hardened in the next moment as he placed his right hand on his chest.

There, deep within, there lay his heart where he locked in everything that was his.

Yet at this moment, he felt a stream of translucent Fruits of Existence flowing out without his permission- and they followed a link he was bound to towards a distant location outside of the domain he was currently in!

He turned his head towards a certain direction where only a single thing could be- the one thing that could pull from his cache of treasures without his permission.

"The Codex of Extremity…"

His eyes became utterly sharp as he shockingly affirmed that even more of his reserves of the Fruits of Existence were being depleted!

The reasons for this were few, but it could only be explained that as Mors Apokalypsis progressed, the Codex of Extremity deemed it necessary to utilize more Fruits of Existence than those originally planned in order to achieve its purpose.

It rarely occurred.

Archon Basileus Al-Abalem had rarely heard of such a thing occurring, with the closest instances to memory being eons ago when Legacies were not utilizing Dikastes of Extremity and had more intricate relationships with the Seeds within the Existential Domain.

Then, the Legacy of Archimedes rose to prominence and proceeded to become one of the most powerful Legacies over the eons after they designed one of the more perfect methods to manage Existential Domains!

Archon Basileus Al-Abalem used such a method, but even now…he was watching the results of its failure as even after he was forced to utilize the Codex of Extremity, the problem remained so prominent that it was deemed necessary to utilize more Fruits of Existence!

"..."

His gaze was chilly as he felt the steady stream of his reserves continue to be taken away.

He didn't blame the Codex of Extremity.

It was only doing what it felt- no, what it knew to be necessary.

He thought of the identity of the insect that was at the root of all of this.

"Noah Osmont…" Archon Basileus Al-Abalem uttered out this name with an incredible amount of apathy and revulsion.

The Fruits of Existence being taken from him currently were manageable. They would go on to complete the task of the Codex of Extremity.

He…just wished that he could have this Osmont who was causing him all of these losses stand before him so that he could twist his existence in a million different ways- to express to him the ire that Seeds like him do have a significant part to play in the unfolding eons!