Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

RUMBLE!

A tremor spread out as the Celestial Grandmaster who had just left the training disciples and teleported into his small monastery surrounded by extravagant medicinal plants opened his eyes and looked towards the location he just left. The Grandmaster, Vredral, found his aged eyes opening wide as his body flashed towards the training grounds once more, his eyes landing on a single being at the training grounds who was shining a brilliant golden light!

Numerous Fate Lines were converging in the skies, turning the entire area golden as an unforeseen event occurred in the midst of the training grounds. The face of the Grandmaster underwent a change of expressions as he observed the stupendous sight playing out in front of him.

From all directions in the skies, numerous lines of fate that turned the entire sky a shade of gold had appeared, and they were all heading towards a single being meditating stably on the clear paradisiacal grassland. His dark hair whipped wildly around him as one could distinctly observe a smile of utter confidence and control!

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OOONG!

Noah felt like he could hear the melodic sounds of something that felt foreign yet at the same time was always with him. The moment he initiated the [Fate's Disciple] skill, he became rooted in the spot he was in as he felt a tremendous force appear in the skies.

He could feel just a portion of this massive force, and he observed the usage of [Fate's Disciple] as it gave him the ability to directly pull a minuscule amount of this tremendous source of strength towards his body!

WAAA!

A cacophony of sounds rang out as it felt like a wave of golden light washed over him, his body feeling the descent of numerous brilliant lines that went on to tightly wrap around his Origin. He felt as if he was being elevated to a position he never before knew existed as a profound sense of strength overcame him.

RUMBLE!

Line after line descended from the skies as they clutched onto his body as speedily as they could! It was a ridiculous sight for those observing as the Red Robed Celestial had bulging eyes, the cause being that he counted more than 100 Fate Lines descending down in the last few seconds, and it didn't seem like they were stopping!

The unconvinced White Robed Disciples held disheveled looks as they were blown black by the domineering air being let out by the constantly converging mass of golden lines as they looked forward in shock.

Those who were proud of the words of praise for being able to condense 20 or 30 Fate Lines at once felt a sense of shame as the words of the Celestial Grandmaster repeated in their minds. They thought they were geniuses, they thought they were talented! But when it came to this being in front of them, what was talent?

This was talent!

The Celestial Grandmaster watching from the skies held an indiscernible expression as his vigorous essence in his body moved, summoning a few skills unknowingly as the colors of his eyes became liquid gold.

Time seemed to have slowed down for him as he gazed in the skies where the numerous Fate Lines were slowly converging, following them as they descended onto the body of one disciple as he tried to discern a few things.

He was trying to figure out where all these lines of fate were coming from, trying to peer through and understand just what type of fate this disciple in front of him had invited!

To his surprise, he couldn't follow the origin of the lines as they seemed to condense and rush down to the ground indiscriminately, their source unknown. A pondering look came unto Grandmaster Vredral as he continued to observe, sensing the auras of new arrivals as similarly dressed celestials like him appeared in the skies he floated upon.

A Celestial that held the unique feature of an exemplary goatee squinted his eyes from the brilliance as he voiced out.

"What do we have here, Vredral?"

Their gazes were all locked onto the singular being that continued to absorb Fate Lines rapidly, the number having long surpassed a thousand as it didn't seem like it would stop any time soon!

"Another disciple with a Noble Fate, and this one seeming much more monstrous than we have seen before."

A profound reply was released from Vredral as they continued to watch the unfolding events, the celestial with the goatee nodding as he spoke once more, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

"This is a great boon, but could also be a source for danger."

"No worries, all that needs to be done is to make sure we properly mold him, and when have we ever failed at that?"

Grandmaster Vredral quickly replied as the intense golden light in the skies gradually calmed down, the brilliance of colors fading away as a few hundred more fate lines wrapped onto the body of a now floating figure.

It was a majestic sight to see as numerous Fate Lines were swirling visibly around Noah's body, one of the Red Robed Celestials deploying a technique as a white last passed through his eyes, releasing a sound of shock thereafter as he was able to count exactly how many lines of fate had descended down and locked on to this disciple's body!

"9,999 Fate Lines all at once!"

…!!!

Alarm spread throughout the paradisiacal clearing as this number was mentioned, the pondering looks on the three floating Celestial Grandmasters in the air becoming even deeper.

The Grandmaster with the goatee spoke to the aged Vredral once more as they observed the stupendous process finishing.

"That is two beings that hold a Noble Fate on your hands. You are sure you can handle this?"

An imperceptible smile floated from Grandmaster Vredral's face as he replied with confidence.

"With extreme confidence. It is even better since both of them can receive tutelage in a similar environment. There is nothing to worry about, Grandmaster Ramiel."

The Celestial with a pronounced goatee, Grandmaster Ramiel, nodded as his body and the bodies of the other Grandmasters that had come to observe faded away, leaving behind only Grandmaster Vredral as his body slowly floated towards the ground!

Noah felt his own body that was elevated in the air palpate with a tremendous sense of strength, the numerous glowing lines slowly receding to the deepest portions of his origin. His eyes opened as a glimmer of shimmering light faded, feigning an expression of exhaustion with his gaze landing on his stat panel that showed a new addition.

[Noah Osmont][Title(s): Infernal Lord(5%)]

[Bloodline(s): Vampyre Progenitor(Awakening)]

[Fate Line(s) : 9,999]

[Vitality: VOID]

[Focus: - ]

[Strength: VOID]

Beneath the portion that showed his bloodline, the number of Fate Lines was displayed as a curious light passed through his eyes, this curiosity being cut short as he felt the aura of a Celestial Grandmaster that had left not too long ago.

Noah's body instinctively lit up with numerous Fate Lines as the probing gaze of the Grandmaster landed on his body, a shocking thought actually passing through his mind as he realized something stupendous.

The domineering strength that could make one feel overwhelmed that this Celestial Grandmaster always released...it felt more bearable at this moment as Noah felt like a few shackles became unbound!

"Genius!"

Resounding words shattered the atmosphere of stupor as the newly arriving talented disciples were able to see exactly what a true genius was!