Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

The struggle for control over his weavings!

To obtain control absolutely, isolation was the only path and this way, there would be no interactions with other weavings. No choices to make due to causality that came from interacting with others.

Just seclusion away from everything as if the flow of the Wheel flows as it should always flow, would there be someone else who can come along and face whatever mystery was currently unfolding?

If Noah didn't bother with Bob's weavings and he remained sealed.

Would there be someone similar to Bob in other Frequencies who would be able to stand against the Faceless Entities and return leadership to the Wheelomachy?

The more he thought of isolation as means of absolute control, the more he thought as his weavings went towards a few specific beings.

The Great Beyonder. The Omnifather.

Where were they in all this? If they couldn't be found currently, did they take that step of isolation to attain full control of their own weavings?

"..."

Millions of thoughts crossed Noah's mind as he felt the not so subtle changes to his physiology and being as the System of Existence of the Singed continued to empower everything.

He waved his hands as he called out Severed Outerversal Authority.

WU!

Obsidian brilliance bloomed, but around it- silent golden flames seethed as even these weavings became burnt!

And its severed intensity and complexity took a step higher- at least by a factor of two. Noah was musing the possibility of isolation, but in the depths of his heart, he knew that it wasn't something he would do.

Just lock himself away? He knew that eventually, there would be someone or something that takes the reins, and in his isolation- such a being or their forces could appear and destroy everything he had built!

Hell Terra Firma was isolated and unique, but even he could go in and out. What if another force came that could do something similar with all these ongoing changes?

No amount of isolation would be enough.

So was there actually a choice, or an illusion of one?

He would actively continue to be involved.

Because his involvement led to something like this.

He raised his and observed the golden flames burning around him.

To become a Burnt One.

To be Singed by the Flame of the Wheel!

It seemed to carry a grandiose meaning as he wondered- apart from Tam of the Singed, how many more lay out there?!

—

Within the same Frequency of Existence.

Megalos Nihilos.

Across the stretches of the vast regions equivalent to the size of tens of thousands of Omniverse, there was one region that was free of any signs of complexity and life forms apart from a single one.

A massive creature in the form of a massive 81 legged spider.

The 81 legs looked like massive spikes as each one was the size of a hundredth of an Omniverse, and it held nine shining gold eyes that looked ahead with wisdom and serenity.

The gold eyes showed a shocking level of complexity that far exceeded anything a Pioneer could exhibit as they could seemingly see through too many things.

Its exterior looked white gold as at this moment, it was staring out blankly as an intent radiated from it- almost as if it was talking to itself.

|There exist a great many parasites out there, but a Parasite of Existence like you is rare. Lazy, slovenly, and idle in nature, and yet the spread is rapid.|

…!

This massive entity was talking as if there was someone before it, and yet it was the only form of life here!

But it continued regardless.

|You clutched onto my underlings and then latched onto my weavings through that connection. A blindspot. But even then, I sensed it right away as soon as it occurred.|

Its words were filled with ancient power as it became silent after these last words.

As if it was waiting.

And after a few seconds…another voice echoed out, also from the massive white gold spider!

|Why did you leave me be? I have only continued to assimilate small parts of you since then. Even now, you could cut these parts off and extinguish me at will, and yet you haven't. Why?|

Why.

It was always a why.

The eyes of the massive spider sparkled at such a question as it answered calmly.

|You should have felt it too the moment that you latched onto me. You became burnt beyond recognition. You were singed by my very own existence as from that moment on, you became part of something larger. The moment you became tainted by the Flame of the Wheel of Existence, your position exceeded even my earliest underlings who could not have my lineage passed down to. You became part of me as that could not have been a mistake. So why would I have done anything to you?|

…!

An immense silence followed.

The ancient voice that had echoed out seemed amused by this as it continued.

|You were called the Great Usurper, yes? Does this scare you? The possibility of a purpose grander than anything you had before? Becoming singed by the Flame of the Wheel of Existence means that whether you like it or not, events will start unraveling around you. Causality will twist and distort in ways you cannot even imagine- all for the flow of the Wheel. You can run from it, or choose to ignore it I suppose, but I've only found myself at peace just going with the flow. And hey, there is the added bonus of an accelerated rise in complexity compared to any other creatures.|

|...|

The intent of the Usurper was silent at all of these words.

After some time, his voice echoed out.

|You realize that I will not stop assimilating your weavings? In some time, your complexity will disappear as I take it over entirely. Is that purpose for you?|

His voice carried a hint of defiance.

As if he detested the idea of some destined purpose!

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