Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3648 Existence! VII

Bob silently stared at the Node of Existence in his hands.

It had been destroyed by him moments ago, and yet in the next instant, it was wholly undone in a fantastical way.

He looked at the Node as if, deep down, he knew this wasn't some lesser reversion or reversal of causality. That this was the genuine undoing of existence itself!

"You've found yourself a truly terrifying Source, my friend."

His voice was honest.

He let the words linger as the action Noah had just performed was something that demanded, even from someone as horrifying as Bob, silent applause.

"But still…"

Bob's eyes flickered. Behind him, the black and white wheels began to turn, radiating an eerie aura of power.

Even they, however, remained subdued as from Bob himself, a hazy violet light began to bloom.

Violet.

An extremely dense and pure violet erupted around his body. It was the reveal of the true weavings of none other than…

"Khaos."

Bob spoke lightly.

His eyes held a trace of reluctance as he shook his head and continued.

"I actually did my best not to utilize the True Source of Khaos within another Wheel of Existence. I didn't attempt to draw upon this Source because even though it's mine, even though my weavings manipulate it…the effect it has on existence is too widespread. Too chaotic. It taints and ruins the very flow of the Wheel, even if I never wish it to. It causes an eruption of absolute entropic energy that leaks across Frequencies. I did not want to use this True Source. But you, my friend…you're forcing my hand."

…!

The violet light became unbearably intense as Bob closed his eyes.

His eyes were already closed as if he knew the answer. And even though he didn't need to physically look at Noah, his voice echoed out clearly, surrounded by irradiant, stellar obsidian weavings of authorial force.

"To fight is to be primitive. Even now, dialogue and understanding would be ideal. Even now, I ask again…can we come to an understanding?"

…!

His eyes were already closed as if he knew the answer. And even though he didn't need to physically look at Noah, his voice echoed out clearly, surrounded by irradiant, stellar obsidian weavings of authorial force.

"We are way past understanding."

A simple answer.

And toward such an expected answer, Bob had his own.

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He whispered as if he were cradling a newly born baby.

"Fractal Collapse."

…!

HUUM!

Space around him began to crack like a spiderweb.

No, not space. What was cracking and breaking apart was Existence itself!

Around Bob, reality shattered as if it had never been there to begin with. And in its place, the unraveling of Khaos spread.

"You can undo events within the bounds of Existence. But what if Existence turns chaotic- becomes absent entirely? Would you still be able to undo the weavings then?"

Bob spoke serenely. Only an instant had passed, and yet the cracking, the shattering of Existence, had already spread across multiple light years.

And it didn't look to be slowing down in the slightest- it began to consume the Frequency itself.

The Spiral Dissonant Lexicon beneath them instantly shattered, becoming pieces of dissonant violet brilliance. The weavings of the Abyss seethed, their very existence being torn apart as they seemed to cheer it on!

Around Noah and Bob, the entire landscape turned into one of immeasurable Khaos.

Bob's form vibrated. His limbs exploded into kaleidoscopic chaos- countless tentacles spreading through the collapsing, unwinding fabric of reality.

"I didn't want to use Khaos. Because as you can see, once entropy is unleashed, its effects run wild. Soon, this entire Frequency of the Abyss will be covered. After that, Khaos will spill into other Frequencies. The more that are consumed, the closer we come to something unbearably unique. I'll tell you now, so you can possibly stop it in time. Once enough weavings of Khaos have spread, there will be a Paradoxical Collapse of Certainty. Existence itself will begin to unravel on a massive scale. The Flow of Existence will collapse. And within the bounds of True Khaos…even True Sources may begin to doubt themselves."

…!

Bob uttered terrifying words as his response to Noah's unwinding of an event was releasing his True Source in kind.

Noah's weavings shimmered as he looked upon the continuing collapse- the chaotic, barely visible weavings of Existence that consumed the entire Frequency.

Reality had become an array of unstable weavings that were haphazard, empty, or undone.

And yet, even so…

HUUM!

Existence was still present.

No matter how chaotic it had become under Bob's influence, it was still there- fractured or not.

And so long as it had not entirely collapsed…

Noah raised a single finger toward the shattering existence above.

A finger that pulsed with an incandescent singularity of stellar obsidian brilliance.

On it surged endless waves of the True Source of Existence. And his answer to the collapsing chaos around him?

It was a simple one.

"Existential Proliferation."

WAA!

His raised hand pulsed. From the singularity of stellar obsidian mass, a sea of existence erupted.

If Bob was collapsing and erasing existence itself?

Then Noah would drown everything in the overflowing brilliance of his Weavings of Existence!

From that single finger, the seas of stellar obsidian Existence poured out- flooding billions of light years in an instant. They continued to spread rapidly across the Frequency.

Even his son, wielding another True Source, had once bathed an entire Frequency. How could Noah not do something far more?

BZZT!

The collapsing, chaotic Existence stalled. The spiderweb-like fractures began to fill.

The torn, decimated weavings of reality—like a ruined painting—were made anew.

Yet Bob's influence lingered. Khaos continued to spread madly.

More spiderwebs appeared—Existence itself fracturing. But each time, mere moments later…seas of billowing obsidian Existence surged forth and filled the gaps.

A terrifying display of mastery.

Bob looked once more at Noah and sighed.

"I collapse Existence and introduce uncertainty. And you try to restore it. But how long can this continue before the Wheel's very flow is affected and collapses? I never wanted to become primitive. But if you force me, my friend…there is no going back."

A final warning.

And Noah, radiating waves of stellar obsidian Existence—became wholly immersed in it. Behind him, massive wings unfurled, made of blinding stellar light. Halos of obsidian radiance spun behind him like unfathomable disks, ready to unleash the beams of the True Source of Existence at any moment.

His eyes—no longer eyes—had become singularities of the blackest Megalos.

And with rising majesty in his voice, he replied simply.

"Let's. Fucking. GO."

HUUM!

Boundless authority rose as the True Severed Origin Osmontian abandoned all hope of diplomacy.

The figure of Bob stopped holding back. The smile faded from his face. His jaws unhinged—stretching end to end—as his limbs exploded outward like a kaleidoscope.

BOOM!

A single punch.

And it was enough to collapse the weavings of Existence nearby—except those around Noah. The punch's force carried them directly into The Weave.

SIUU!

Even the blackness of the Weave shattered. When Bob retracted his arm, Noah's obsidian halos unleashed beams of Existence, restoring everything in their path.

They reappeared in a new place.

In a Frequency.

No longer the Abyss.

Bob's single punch had shattered everything nearby. Noah had filled it back in. But the blow had already hurled them through an entirely different Frequency of Existence!

This would be a battle of unfathomable proportions.

On one side, a budding entity, just now awakening to the full depth of a newly claimed True Source.

On the other, an ancient being, recovering his complexity- his Source too unstable for most to even comprehend.

These two cosmic forces now clashed under the umbrella of an Absolute Complex True Source—one seeking to reach the core and ignite it, not to toy with it, but to find something he desperately needed. The other? He fought to protect what was left after entire Frequencies had already collapsed. After entire Wheels of Existence had shattered behind a man who sought even more change.

But the only change he was destined to find…was the desperation to restore what he could not.

And with that…all he would bring was the collapse of another Wheel of Existence as it would be disastrous!

Each entity had their reasons, their ideals.

But at this moment, all that remained was their complexity.

And their complexity alone.