Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3628: Existence Can Be Ridiculous! I

Complexity was an interesting thing.

Depending on its utilization, one could achieve stupendous effects- but even these effects had limitations.

One could conjure Megalocides, Megalos Mountains, Strings of Existence, and countless other manifestations of existence, with some relying purely on raw power as all of this complexity could be collected into the body and expressed through sheer physicality alone.

Giuseppe walked such a path.

His body was the vessel that channeled the entirety of his complexity. A single step or punch from him could unleash the power equivalent to Megalos Mountains, Megalocides, or any other myriad conjured forms of attacks.

All of this fell under the realm of normal.

And then, there were anomalies.

Anomalies who stacked multiple, absurdly complex factors together to achieve utterly dreadful and incomprehensible weavings of existence!

[Fireball] was a unique F-Rank Modus Operandi from a world that empowered its lifeforms with the ability to manipulate Mana and conjure a ball of flames.

A round, glowing ball of flames.

Fairly straightforward.

Fairly simple!

Yet, such a simple, F-Rank methodology of power, when wielded by an F-Rank Hunter or by an anomaly with a True Source Atlas of Existence, could yield astoundingly different results.

The result this time was observed under the eyes of many, and it was one that caused even the most complex existences, at the stage of Undeniable Telos Prime Source, to question what they were witnessing!

From the tap of a hand, aimed toward thousands of powerful Faceless Lifeforms, each carrying variations of Lesser, Greater, or Prime Sources…Fireball was called out.

Emelline of the First Flame, watching from a distance, saw it.

Mysara, standing beside the anomaly who cast Fireball, saw it.

Thousands upon thousands of powerful Singed, who were present, saw it!

They witnessed the brilliance of a crimson-gold sphere of flames that pulsed with intense waves of heat. The flames released waves of heat all around that surged like a relentless tide, crashing against the bodies of these beings!

Beings who were composed of fire themselves, and yet, their very existences, regardless of complexity, were forced to acknowledge one thing.

'It's hot!'

…!

The Singed felt the heat.

And their eyes trembled as they saw, from the point where Noah was floating, an incandescent flame extending outward, stretching for uncountable millions upon millions of light-years across the Expanse of the Prime Frequency of Flames and beyond any Megalos.

A scorching sun had bloomed.

It engulfed the Faceless Lifeforms.

It surged toward the charging Giuseppe.

And it extended even further- so far that even if they couldn't fully observe its reach, the one who conjured this Fireball felt the outer edge pulse at the very boundary of observable existence of this Prime Frequency!

HUUUUM!

An incandescent fireball bloomed, covering half of a Prime Frequency.

Those caught inside it- designated as enemies, were now facing waves of complexity so dreadful that even the most powerful entities could barely comprehend them.

The complexity belonged to a man who held many, many True Severed Weavings of Existence.

A man who wielded a True Source Atlas of Existence and had access to the Pathways of True Sources linked to multiple concepts.

Complexity that stemmed from the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed- a pathway more than halfway to becoming its own True Source.

And all of this was further amplified by 250,000% in its output.

The result was catastrophic.

A mere second after the manifestation…

"OOOOH!"

"AAAH!"

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"NO!"

Faint, brief screams echoed, filled with shock and horror.

For a second.

The briefest of a second.

And after that… silence.

A complete cessation of any noise or complexity within the ball of flames that continued to cover half of the Prime Frequency.

All Dark Towers.

All Faceless Lifeforms.

Even Giuseppe, who had been pulsing with an Undeniable Telos Prime Source backed by two dull White and Black Wheels of Existence…

All of them were incinerated.

Not even ash remained.

Noah knew this. He could feel it.

Every lifeform that fell under the Fireball was gone.

Yet, amidst the chaos, he had precisely designated the Faceless as the only enemies affected by its complexity. Across the half of the Prime Frequency of Flames that was engulfed, Noah sensed trillions upon trillions of other flame-based lifeforms that were untouched. For them, there was no destruction. They merely felt…a rise in temperature.

Within the same fireball that had incinerated Prime Source Complexities in a mere second, flame-based lifeforms blinked and looked around, wondering why it had suddenly gotten a bit hotter.

Beside Noah, Mysara rubbed her eyes, her gaze fixed on the blazing sun that still burned in the distance.

It remained.

A flaming sun whose edges stretched beyond her sight, tendrils of fire dancing across its surface with unwavering stability. It did not waver or fluctuate. It simply remained.

Mysara extended her complexity outward to search for the army of Faceless Lifeforms that had just appeared.

But…

She could not feel anything.

They were gone!

In the far distance, Emelline of the First Flame stood with a spear burning with a small Wisp of the Flame of the Wheel. Her body radiated an Undeniable Telos Source as she had been preparing for war.

A Holy War for the Singed against the Faceless Lifeforms burning with a Dead True Source that sought to infect and taint their Wheel of Existence.

She had rallied the Singed for such a grand war as when their enemies arrived…

She spread her senses outward to confirm.

Nothing.

All their enemies had been erased.

And as far as the eye could see, a burning sun covered the entirety of the Prime Frequency of Flames- extending infinitely outward in a certain direction.

It did not plan to fade away.

"Ah…"

The Singed gasped, their weavings churning.

Their eyes weaved and locked onto the figure who had nonchalantly tapped out to conjure this Fireball.

They sensed the utter complexity of the flames. Even a single tendril of it felt more pristine than all the flames enveloping their own existences!

The flames covering half of the Prime Frequency of Flames felt as complex and sacred as the Wisp of the Flame of the Wheel burning near the Singed.

They could not help but feel their very existence shudder as their eyes locked onto one man.

The man who stood at the center of it all!