Chapter 3663 The Complexity of the Living III
Chapter 3663 The Complexity of the Living III
How far was Ruination from achieving the True Source of Ruination?
Such a heavy question hung in the air as two women sat in a field of snow, atop a floating island within a world nestled inside a massive Infiniverse Vein.
Ruination answered simply.
"Soon. But that's my surprise for Master. Do you have anything?"
She asked with flashing, competitive eyes.
At that moment, the figure of the Infiniverse Megalos Body rose, her stellar eyes fixed on the snowstorm that had begun to intensify over the once-tranquil land.
"The purity of the Flame of the Singed burning within me has allowed me to begin converting my vibrant complexity into refined weavings-ones nearly identical in quality to what the Affix of the Cradle of Purity can provide. I've already started collecting these weavings, and I can direct them toward the foundational Pillars of the Infiniverse Megalos to become a True Source. If you don't hurry, it might be me who gifts Master a True Source within the next hour."
BOOM!
Her words were outrageous.
Ruination stood too with a spark of seriousness in her expression.
"I… will take those Pieces and Traces of the Wheel you've gathered so far starting now."
…!
She said it with a fire in her voice.
The Infiniverse Megalos Body smiled lightly, then waved her hand—and in an instant, the snowy skies ruptured. From above, dazzling Pieces and Spokes of the Wheel, drawn from multiple Frequencies, began gushing down.
Ruination leapt skyward to collect them all.
She felt as if she were racing against time.
—
Elsewhere, within the vast Infiniverse Vein.
Noah sat on the edge of a farm.
Wind whipped his dark hair as he looked out over acres of thriving land, clothed in simple, loose-fitting white garments that revealed his sculpted form.
All around him, countless fields shimmered with potent Waves of Existence, their crops nourished by the blood of Pioneers and Source Entities he'd once discovered within the lands of Hell Terra Firma.
But he had evolved so far… that these weavings could no longer impact him much.
His thoughts briefly drifted to Hell Terra Firma, where his satellites still roamed, seeking any lingering secrets in that mysterious land devoid of Authority.
If the Primal Flame of the Wheel had been hidden there, what else could be?
It was just a passing thought in his mind.
He raised his head, sensing the connections of Ruination and the Infiniverse Megalos as he could distinctly feel they were up to something.
But he let them be as he looked out around him.
It felt almost strange, his main body sitting calmly in a farm, while other aspects of him battled Dead Things across Frequencies or explored the Infinite Ravines.
He was stretched across the cosmos, yet somehow still grounded- always right here.
Within the protective folds of the Infiniverse Megalos.
And now, he was about to embark on another fantastical endeavor within this land he called home.
He looked down at his chest—at the True Source Atlas of Existence embedded within him. His gaze landed on the last remaining empty Mundi of Power, and he murmured.
"Let's go ahead and complete the Atlas, why don't we?"
HUUM!
With the quiet command of his voice, the wheel-like Atlas began to hum and vibrate. In its final Mundi, wondrous particles began to bloom.
Noah didn't yet know what kind of System of Existence would emerge…
But he was only just laying its foundation.
And the foundation would be grand.
"Since the last system embraced Dark Matter and Anti-Matter… this final one will include all three states of existence."
WAA!
The foundation sparked to life in spectacular fashion.
In another Mundi of Power, he felt the Pathway to the Source of Ingeniare activate—buzzing with brilliance.
He raised a brow.
"Oh?"
It whispered to him—ideas, designs.
Why not do what others never could?
It spoke of the Domus of Pale Verbum Labyrinth, Absolute Fear of Existence, and the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality.
Could a new System of Existence be forged- one built upon Verbum, Fear, and Causality?
If so, could it birth a True Source that allowed him to devour Wild True Sources as easily as that rare being the Great Beyonder once mentioned—one whose nature matched the very Wild True Source he was currently immersed in?
The idea hovered briefly in Noah's mind.
Then he nodded.
Let's see where it leads.
And so, the final System of Existence for his Atlas began.
Right there, with his main body, in the middle of a farm.
The same farm he had once dreamed of retiring in, but retirement would have to wait.
Because nothing was ever so simple.
Not when the memories of Bob delivered by the hands of the Great Usurper spoke of even more complex threats lurking beyond the Infinite Ravines of the Wheel of Existence.
There was an entity that had annihilated the initial weavings of the Wheel Bob came from.
Now, that being was seeking the same thing Bob himself was after.
If such a being existed—was it truly alone?
Were there others like it?
And if becoming a True Source was only the beginning, as the Great Beyonder warned… then Noah would have to postpone his peaceful farm life indefinitely.
But…
"I like it."
WAA!
He loved the journey.
He had loved the fantastical weavings of existence ever since the first day he summoned a fireball into his hand.
He knew the future wouldn't be easy.
There would be catastrophes.
There would be enemies that might even push him to fury.
And then…there were the words of Ashmole.
The dead Wandering Alchemist had told him that across Existence, there will always be Oddities who defy all logic—who are utterly ridiculous in every way.
Ashmole stayed that he could not wait for the day when one of them—someone even more absurd than Noah came to face him.
To suffocate him. To overwhelm him. So that he could finally know what it feels like.
Noah chuckled.
Because that's exactly why he moved the way he did.
So that day would never come.
So that no existence would ever outmatch or outpace him.
And that's why…
"Cheats. Quintessence. Paradox…you all need to get a move on."
…!
He whispered to the unique Pathways within him—urging them toward True Source Ascension.
So that he could remain…
A monster.
A breaker of rules.
A defier of the boundless weavings of complexity.
Because he…
He was just getting started!