Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3711: Fables II

He had it the whole time, but he missed it?

He thought that the Wheel of Existence held something relating to the Loom because of a living thing he had seen, who only further proved how unique the Wheel was by his existence.

But all of this was wrong?

The thing that held a piece of the puzzle for the Loom was the Living Thing he was battling?

That...

"Unique, isn't it? Anything relating to that thing is extremely complex and paradoxical. How do you think this whole time, nobody has been capable of finding it? What you were looking for was right at your fingertips that whole time, and you let it slip right past you to come here. And now, it has become harder to obtain it, even if I were to set off right now, or if I had set off even before you arrived, or even if I set off a year from now. It is now difficult."

Bob heard such words, and he denied them.

His voice was heavy as it echoed out.

"He is unique, but not that complex. At most, with his anomalous weavings, he should be at Resplendent Monad level right now. Knowing him, he should be. But even then, for someone like you, taking down a Monad is as easy as breathing!"

For that Entity seated on the Throne of the Folds, taking down a Resplendent Monad or Converged Architect was as easy as breathing.

Bob said this, and right after, the deep voice of that being replied.

"Yes, Little Bobby. You would do best to also remember that as you talk to me."

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"And not everything is about complexity, Little Bobby. There is too much you do not know. And those who do not know are ignorant and reckless. Just you... do you know how many times you were close to True Death on your way here?"

What?

Seemingly nonsensical words echoed out as Bob looked out sternly.

The ancient Entity on the Throne of the Folds continued.

"Because you sought me out, just crossing the Nullvein Gravewake Folds would have gotten you captured and torn apart as if you were nothing, had I not protected you. But because you are ignorant, you did not know anything. You did not feel a thing. That is why the weak are so happy, so carefree, because they are clueless to the horrors out there."

The words caused Bob's weavings to buzz, as they did not seem like lies.

He had nearly died twice? From what?

He could not die until he brought her back.

"Ah, the joy to be weak and carefree like you and others..."

The Entity on the Throne of the Folds uttered such words while he continued with a smile.

"I cannot be as carefree as you all. Because I know, I fear. I fear the things you all cannot even see across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds."

"Just because you all are not decimated on a daily basis, you think yourselves masters of your path and locals of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, not knowing you are akin to ants that could be squashed at any time. Just because you are ignored, you think yourselves invincible. Ah, to be ignorant and free! You all go anywhere and do anything. Do you know there are areas across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds even I do not dare go into? To never get entangled with? And yet you all move so freely that it is laughable. Haha, laughable!"

The voice echoed out, and toward the very end, it boomed with laughter at the sheer incredulity of existence and nonexistence.

Bob listened with a stern expression as the Entity on the Throne of the Folds looked toward him and continued.

"Those like you and I, Little Bobby, we are just small fish. Small fish trying to nibble things on an endlessly vast plate that we do not even understand. Some fish understand more than others, and those of us who do move with tremendous caution. You need to learn to be a slightly bigger fish who can move on their own lane if you are to survive, Little Bobby."

"You will not be able to get what you want as you are now. Since you came to me, I am interested now in this Thing you are entangled with, as I sense the same wonders of Unknown when just trying to obtain information from it. It should be the real deal. But...I cannot move freely myself. Not yet. To become the big fish that I became, I made some enemies. I destroyed too many Wheels."

As he said this, he looked toward Bob with a smile, as Bob remained unfathomably calm.

When he received no reaction, the Entity on the Throne of the Folds smiled and continued.

"Because of this, I have had to increase my power substantially. If you want to survive and become a big fish, Little Bobby, you also have to increase your power substantially. Even if you do not find THAT, you may still gain enough complexity to even bring back the one that you want with your power alone."

WAA!

That... was even that possible?

Bob's weavings buzzed as he looked at himself.

At the Absolute Complex True Source around him.

And he could not say for sure.

So he turned his head back to the Entity on the Throne of the Folds.

His dark hair shone with brilliance.

His eyes, his unfathomably old eyes twinkled as they looked at Bob, and he pointed toward the blinding area of brilliance that Bob could not see past before.

The brilliance died down gradually as Bob was able to see what was hidden before.

"To elevate my power and satiate my boredom, I designed this. I call it the Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet. A creation by I, Thauron, the Null Monarch."

The Entity on the Throne of the Folds.

Thauron, the Null Monarch.

He proudly motioned ahead to a terrifying thing he called the Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet, as Bob was now able to see a radiant Dead Wheel of Existence the size of an Omniverse.

Small in the grand scale of things.

And yet this Wheel was unique, as it had thousands of Dead Things on its Rim, and its Spokes were glass-like and clear, as they seemed to hold vibrant green-gold brilliance inside.

Green-gold waves of utter wonder and life that seemed to flow from the Rim, through the Spokes, and into a dazzling glass circular singularity that everyone could see inside.

And inside were a few thousand Sorrowglass True Source Panaceas.

No, not truly. They seemed even more valuable, as they contained an overabundance of that green-gold light that seemed alive.

As Bob stared at the construct known as the Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet.

Thauron, the Null Monarch, asked while also staring at it with bright eyes.

"Little Bobby, do you know what the only thing alive within a Dead True Source is? Within a Dead Thing? A Dead Lifeform?"

Something that was alive inside a Dead Thing?

"It is their fables. Their records. Their story when they were alive. That is the only thing living inside the Dead, as normally even that will eventually die entirely with them. But I...I have learned to harness that living from the Dead. I have learned to harness the living of one's records through this Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet."

"Entirely voluntary for one to enter. One can never be forced or influenced to step into it by me or anyone else, or it all breaks down. A True Source is required to step in this Vorrell Crucible where the Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet takes place, as once you do, you can never leave the Crucible until a certain condition is met. When one hundred Wilders of True Sources are in, the Crucible is triggered as the Gauntlet begins. One will need to use their True Source to record their Fable from beginning to end, again and again, over and over. Every time they record their Fable with their True Source, it is used up as the Vorrell Crucible drains the very life of their records!"

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