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Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

An Apocalypse descends as awakened humans rise to defend their world! In the blooming chaotic Era, Mana reigns supreme. But even the strongest beings...have limited reserves of Mana. A weak F Rank Hunter awakens with the lowest tier [Fireball] skill in a desolate City as he finds out...Mana is not a limitation for him! Have you seen countless fireballs stretch across the blue skies? Have you seen endless dwarf stars and black holes conjured against insurmountable Dragons and other mythical creatures?! With Infinite Mana, anything is possible! --- "What you are is a blip on a glorious path. An extra that isn't even all that well developed. You'll appear and make some inconsequential waves, and then you'll disappear just as quickly. Only to be forgotten a few pages later."- Noah Osmont, Chapter 2188 --- The concepts appearing in this story are those of pure fantasy and fiction, they are not reflective of the real world. Everything is based on pure imagination. Discord server is with illustrations and Status Panel is here! -https://discord.gg/KwatGcE

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A Shocking Writ of Challenge! II

<...Stormdust stared at the golden Writ of Challenge rising up before him with an impassive expression, not taking any action as he raised his hands to conjure a crimson-gold essence that was releasing awe-inducing aura Edict.< p>

Since its birth, he never made any decision without the consultation of this Edict! It bloomed from his hands as it spread out to cover him entirely, his eyes becoming glazed crimson gold as he looked above him to see countless glimmering strings.

Strings that represented existences and possibilities- strings that allowed him to gain light in a field of darkness as it showed him possibilities of what may come. Any existence could be his target as those who were at the same stage as him or even stronger...he could garner no information about.

"..." Such was the scene that played out at this moment as when he tried to focus on the one known as Daolord Osmont, no string descended down to tell him anything.