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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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Greater III

A large number of Authorities were reaching out to grasp his weavings!

And not just his alone.

They sought to grasp the weavings of even those around him!

For what purpose? Surely, it could be nothing else but nefarious.

His Records were his own. His weavings were hard to grasp. But the weavings of his people? They may just be somewhat more accessible!

But now, there was the recognition of the Greater Omniversal Authority of Aitia.

Its complex weavings coursed through his existence and elevated it along with his Distinctions- his capabilities as the Weaver of Existence and Extremity rising due to it as new capabilities unfolded before his eyes!

|Authorities originating from various points of Existence across the Omniverse seek to unravel your weavings and those around you, seeking to violate the dignity and privacy of the Weaver!|

|The Intent of all discerning weavings are filled with malice.|

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