Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3782: Sin II

I continued weaving, my distinction as an Anchor within me pulsing like the silent tide, my form seated amid the crumbling remnants of the Middle Wheel Platform.

Threads of existence weaved through my fingers- the 49th, 50th, and 51st Lattices of my Lineage clicking into place seamlessly.

My other Living True Sources stirred, following behind Lineage in steady escalation.

Quintessence. Death. Infinity. The Singed. Soul!

No miracles.

Just quintessence forged by sheer, unrelenting intent.

Around me, the Fold Dwellers surged towards the Living Collapse from all sides.

The attacks against the Living Collapse grew sharper, more coordinated. Solstice Veils, Time Elderkings, Primarchs of the Mannafolds all layered their might upon each other.

A celestial chorus of desperation and authority.

And yet…

The Living Collapse did not break.

Its Existential Health Stability ticked downward slowly.

| Living Collapse — 885,670 / 999,999 |

Progress. Measured in crumbs.

And still, it ignored them.

Its eyes- twin voids swimming with golden ruin, were only for me.

I watched it weave through attacks that would shred most Primarchs into ribbons.

I felt it coming before it arrived.

A blur.

A storm.

Blazing black and gold brilliance erupted from it as even though the Fold Dwellers were seemingly trying to protect me, there was none near me at this moment.

“SIN!”

The Living Collapse bellowed out.

And then…I was undone.

Again.

There was no grandeur this time.

Just efficiency.

My Lattices fractured.

My Sources collapsed.

Existential Health Stability:

| 0 / 550,000 |

Death- again.

A slightly irritating familiarity.

And then…

DUM!

A pulse.

Akin to a heartbeat.

From somewhere beneath the bones of Existence.

The tether.

The Anchor.

It pulled.

And since it was the second time, new set of prompts appeared.

|Your weavings as an Achor are still young and being tested under tremendous strain.|

|98/100 remaining Anchor States are available. |

…!

It was limited in nature due to being so young.

The tether of my existence reformed the shape of me- slowly at first, then with silent confidence.

My Lattices of Paradox surged up like a tide- 72, 74, 76…

81.

…!

HUUM!

A warm current surged through me.

81.

Another limit!

And with it, finally…

| Paradoxical Resistance +7% |

The Living True Source of Paradox hit 81 Existential Dimensional Lattices, and my Paradoxical Resistance gained 7% to the original 3% to become 10%!

And after Paradox, my second resurrection brought Infinity, Quintessence, Protagonist, Singed, Veritarch, Kuklos…and many others towards 81 Existential Dimensional Lattices as with each one reaching this height it meant that another one of the True Absolute Existential Resistances also became elevated.

Temporal. Conceptual. Dimensional. Spiritual. Emotive. Origin. Quantum. Law. Elemental.

All of them.

Every True Absolute Existential Resistance.

+7%

A soft chime of cascading prompts danced across my vision like the laughter of a mischievous system.

| Resistance Summary Updated |

Paradoxical Resistance: 10%

Temporal Resistance: 10%

Conceptual Resistance: 10%

Elemental Resistance: 10%

Law Resistance: 10%

Origin Resistance: 10%

Quantum Resistance: 10%

Dimensional Resistance: 10%

Spiritual Resistance: 10%

Emotive Resistance: 10%

| Total True Absolute Existential Resistance: 100% |

I exhaled, brushing away dust from my shoulders that no longer existed.

“Thank you,” I said aloud, my tone smooth as still water, the barest curl of amusement at my lips as I looked directly into the eyes of the Living Collapse not too far away.

It paused.

Then bellowed.

“SIN!”

There it was again.

I was beginning to grow fond of the word.

The next strike was immediate, black-gold tendrils of pure Collapse roaring down like vengeful prophecy. Fold Dwellers moved to intercept. Thauron himself surged upward, his Finality Lattices booming in a flare of closing fate.

My second revival seemed to have made all the powerful Primarchs here feel invigorated, as if they found me to be some sort of treasure.

But one tendril slipped through.

Targeted.

Precise.

It screamed toward me.

I smiled.

This time, I stood.

A few hundred Lattices flared around me- not of Paradox, but of every other True Source with their own respective Resistance. Quantum, Conceptual, Temporal…every single one but Paradox contributed!

HUUUM!

I raised my hand with a bastion of Lattices before me.

The tendril struck.

It met my defenses head-on.

A thunderclap of crashing Lattices- followed by a ripple of stillness.

Black and gold weavings of collapse bathed me.

But…

Only a third of it pierced through.

| Existential Health Stability: 385,000 / 550,000|

A mere scratch.

The battlefield quieted for a breath.

Fold Dwellers turned.

Stared.

Kalysta’s lips parted, her eyes wide. Caedryn’s brow furrowed. Althera’s gaze sharpened to a blade.

Thauron’s endlessly void like eyes illuminated as he looked at me as if he were looking at a prized treasure.

Me, a treasure for others?

Amusing.

The Living Collapse, for the first time,took half a step back.

I dusted my sleeve with one hand, inspecting the tear on my robe with mock displeasure.

“Well,” I spoke out for the Living Collapse to hear. “This Sin has become slightly more durable.”

…!

A beat.

Then a smile crept across my lips, devilish and unreadable.

“To be fair,” I added, “it only took getting killed twice.”

The words rang out not with arrogance, but with disarming sincerity.

Fold Dwellers blinked.

Even Thauron paused.

The Living Collapse raised its arm again, roaring, as if every one of actions triggered it.

I sighed.

And began weaving more Lattices of True Sources that had yet to reach 81.

After all, I had 98 more lives to test the limits of my new Resistances.

And, more importantly…I had grown strong enough to survive a shred of an attack by the Living Collapse.

This in itself was a wondrous affair as even though I could not kill it, my collective 100% Resistances finally made it so that I could at least defend myself.

An entity like Thauron had at least 5 total Resistances as I did not know what his collective total was.

The Living Collapse…had 100% Paradoxical, 75% Living, and 25% Dead Resistances for a total of 200%.

I had only just barely touched half of its collective percentage with my measly 10% in 10 Resistances…which could not truly compare to how terrifying higher percentages of a single Resistance were as even though I advanced, I was still weak!

I was not enough.

But now that I could defend myself…

“Come!”

I shot out with a boom, and without worry as I stopped sitting and waiting.

As of now, I was seeking death!

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