Chapter 3806: Fire II
Noah stood in quiet contemplation, the echoes of Sigrid’s story still etched beneath his skin.
The Living Origin.
The Living Paradox.
The Living Concept.
Each one seemed ancient, unknowable, absolute. Each one defining truths buried deeper than the very scaffolding of Existence.
And now, Mana!
The engine of action. The force that turned potential into presence.
He closed his eyes.
And for the first time since waking in this Labyrinth, he let himself sink inward.
Past the radiant lattice of his Runic Battle Mage Garden.
Beyond the spirals of glowing Sigils and the layered vines of Origin energy.
Beneath the pulsing True Sources, orbiting like distant stars around his Living Wheel.
He dove deeper.
Into the still, quiet core of his being.
There, waiting like an ocean beneath the foundation of who he was...lay Mana.
It didn’t surge. Didn’t roar.
It simply... existed.
An endless sea of brilliant blue stretching beyond comprehension, like omniverses caught in slumber. Tranquil. Endless. Silent.
Noah’s inner gaze drifted over its surface.
He stared at it the way someone might look upon a sleeping titan
He looked as if he expected this mana to gain cognizence and begin speaking right after.
But the sea didn’t answer.
No awareness. No voice echoing through his mind like the Living Concept in Sigrid’s tale.
Just silence.
And yet...
When his will gently brushed its depths, two of his True Sources stirred in answer.
Infinity.
Manadynamics.
The first poured limitlessness into the stillness.
The second shaped it, fine-tuned its ripples with precision, responding to even the slightest shift of thought.
He exhaled slowly, grounding himself as his awareness returned to the living world of the Labyrinth.
Eyes open and senses keen as what remained of the tale of the Creature danced in the back of his mind.
Ahead, Master Hannibal approached the first of nine crimson-gold treasure chests, the silence broken only by the hum of Living Origin Authority resonating through the chamber.
Noah’s gaze focused.
Without looking at Sigrid, he spoke softly, his voice laced with Living Origin so only she could hear.
"If more of that story, about the Creature- comes to you... tell me. Okay?"
...!
Sigrid blinked, startled.
Then nodded once, her eyes lit with quiet brightness. "Mmm."
To Noah, it wasn’t just a story. Sigrid’s eyes were hazy with complex thoughts.
Together, they stepped forward, their strides syncing as Hannibal reached the first chest.
The lid creaked open with a low hum, releasing a soft flood of light like a sunrise rising from within.
All eyes turned.
A perfect white orb floated upward from the chest’s center, suspended by threads of visible Authority humming with runic resonance.
A golden string of text formed beside it.
[White Tier Living Origin Tear]:: A Tear of unfathomable origins that allows for the beginning of many things. Absorbing this Tear grants +10 Resistance Archetype Points.
...!
A breathless murmur passed through the chamber.
Even the Primarchs leaned forward.
Noah’s eyes narrowed.
To gain ten raw Resistance Archetype Points, from a single Tear?
It was the equivalent to what 10% True Absolute Existential Resistance granted as that was a hard thing to attain!
Master Hannibal extended his hand, slow and unshaken. The orb sank into his palm, melting into his skin with a soft shimmer.
No hesitation.
No celebration.
Only intent.
Then, without a word, he moved toward the next chest.
At that moment, Master Shen entered, his gourd swinging lazily at his hip and a sharp light flickering in his eyes.
He tilted his head toward the next chest.
"Planning to take all of them for yourself, Hannibal?" Shen asked, voice casual but not without edge.
Hannibal didn’t look back.
"I was the one who cleared all the golems," he said coldly. "Naturally, I’ll be the one to claim the rewards. Is that a problem?"
...!
The air tightened.
None of the other Primarchs spoke.
Even Shen only exhaled through his nose.
Noah?
He smiled.
A quiet, slow smile.
Hannibal had faced fifty of the Labyrinth’s Living Origin Golems and reduced them to dust.
If he laid claim to the loot, he laid claim to the loot. At times one had to pick and choose their battles as all of this was just the beginning.
The Labyrinth should be unfathomably large as he had not even began to fight!
Hannibal continued.
The second chest groaned open.
But unlike the first, there was no radiant glow. No celestial hum. No pulse of reward.
Instead...
FZZZZT—!
A harsh fizz like a spell gone wrong cracked through the air.
Everyone tensed.
Above the chest, golden runes began to form... and then fractured.
A message shimmered in the air, dry with disdain, before crumbling into embers.
[At times, origins are filled with disappointments.]
...!
Silence followed.
Not reverence.
Stunned disbelief.
Noah’s smile ticked wider, sharp and amused.
Master Shen stifled hid laughter as he looked around the Labyrinth, wondering if this thing was alive, or if the treasure chests were simply like this!
Hannibal?
He said nothing, but there was clear displeasure.
Still, he moved on.
Chest three. Chest four. Chest five.
His movements, precise and calm.
Only two more held true rewards- [White Tier Living Origin Tears], that he swiftly absorbed.
The rest?
Fizzled.
Fizzled.
Fizzled!
Each time, new runes floated above, as cryptic as they were cruel.
[Those who take everything may yet receive nothing.]
[Even the Origin withholds itself from arrogance.]
[A flawless path leaves no room for growth.]
[You were seen. You were measured. You were passed over.]
[The prize of nothing was meant for your hands.]
...!
The Primarchs read each line in silence.
But beneath the calm exteriors of few, there was delight from the misfortune!
Shen chuckled openly, sipping from his gourd with satisfaction.
Sigrid’s eyes glittered beside Noah.
Hannibal stood tall and silent as the final runes turned to ash, and then...
HUUMMMM...!
The chamber trembled.
The wall at the far end shimmered, rippling as if the very weave of the Labyrinth was warping.
Slowly...crimson gold light bloomed and moved.
Nine archways emerged, carved from the distortion itself.
Each pulsed with layered Authority.
Some glowed crimson, heavy with pressure.
Others gleamed gold, quieter but no less dangerous.
Nine paths.
Nine deeper folds of the Living Origin Labyrinth.
Noah’s gaze fixed on them as finally, a moment of choice had come that would change the tilt of True Power!
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