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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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Ludicrous! I

Glacial waves of Vitalis cascaded down like an endless sea- freezing everything in their path as in the distance, even the Son of Destiny was pushed back as he opposed a Mimeisthai who looked like him!

The glacial light was restrictive and wrapped around one's existence like chains that would freeze their souls entirely, and it carried a mimicked sense of Quintessence that made it hard for others to even react.

So the surging glacial sea barreled down.

The gazes of many flickered brightly as someone had to step up, their bodies already lighting up with existential lights as at such a dire time…

{Hoo…}

The voice of an ancient being rose with a mere whisper as the visage of none other than the Primogenitor of Steel stepped forward.

His burly figure held defined and aged muscles that showed his eons of work as a blacksmith. 

His bronze silver skin radiated age and vicissitude as in front of his eyes, waves of prompts were rising.