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Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

All Time Top Ten Webnovel Bestseller! --- 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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Inevitability! II

Nothing worked.

No matter if Noah Severed all the hundred plus Sources of his existence, no matter if they were all amalgamated with him- he had the distinct feeling that even with such complexity, he couldn't escape that blooming gray brilliance.

He recognized it to be the brilliance of a frequency of the Wheel.

But it was far too terrifying.

Once wrapped up in its light, it was inevitable to flow into it as this held many implications!

And the ones to cause all this…

|...You will not be missed, Infiniverse Dowager! You can fuck off all the way, Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian!...|

The intent of the newly appearing entities from a distance rang out clearly across the Blancverse as the culprits were made clear.

Infiniverse Dowager.

Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian.

They knew them.

They knew of them!

But…

'From other weavings of existence?'