Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Noah's ears were picking up a few discussions from his expanded senses as he gradually came to realize the reason why he had received some looks when he first came here.

Beside him, many of the selected Celestial Disciples that wore the white robes currently were tremendous geniuses from powerful Prime Worlds, or were beings that already lived in this Celestial Star and were just now beginning their journey on the Law of Fate as official Celestial Disciples.

Some of them already had Fate Lines condensed in their bodies, as they now sat serenely while their bodies glowed a tinge of red, small golden colors appearing above them that went to enter their bodies.

It was these beings who were surrounded by other disciples as they were asked more about their experiences, while Noah found himself alone as the single Red Robed Celestial came to check on him as the first day as a Celestial Disciple progressed.

To put it simply, these powerful geniuses and natives of the Celestial Star that held huge beliefs in themselves didn't look at Noah as anything much, only the Red Robed Celestial that held their information placing some slight interest on him!

Noah smiled at this atmosphere as he watched one of the White Robed Disciples begin the process of condensing lines of fate, using the [Fate's Disciple] technique for the first time.

OOONG!

A wave of golden light released from his body, calling the attention of numerous practicing disciples and the Celestials as they closely watched this disciple who seemed to have some talent in the law of fate.

One..two..four...eight...numerous golden lines rapidly formed above his head as they went to descend to his body, a vibrant feeling of strength releasing from him as words of acknowledgment rang out from the Red Robed Celestial.

"Being able to condense 10 Fate Lines the moment you step onto the Law of Fate is good, and it means you have good possibilities for the future!"

The young genius nodded with a passionate face as he closed his eyes and returned to meditation, much of his energy spent to condense these 10 Fate Lines as he slowly retrieved before he began the process of slowly collecting more Fate Lines.

"I can tell you all the number of Fate Lines now for you to have a goal in mind. 1-100 Fate Lines make you eligible to be a full-fledged White Robed Celestial Disciple, going past 100 and nearing 10,000 Fate Lines puts you at the peak of Black Robed Celestial Disciples, going past 10,000 and nearing the limit of 100,000 Fate Lines relinquishes your role as a Disciple and makes you a Celestial, putting you above even me, who only holds 37,145 Fate Lines currently!"

more about the terms of the Celestials, committing them to memory

Disciple] next as he

as they condensed 15. Another condensed 5 right away, with a fourth one

have many good seeds this time

Celestial nodded with a proud expression as the training continued, only a few disciples

had not yet begun condensing their lines of fate as the remaining disciples were put

disciples and the two Celestials, closing his eyes

light on the Red Robed Celestial's face was

talent as of now.

the next disciple, this time a being of the human race whose face was holding a determined expression after

watched to their dismay...only 2 Fate Lines descending

"Subpar talent."

continued to move on to more beings, a competitive atmosphere occupying

15 Fate Lines.

"Good!"

5 Fate Lines.

"Subpar."

20 Fate Lines.

"A Talent!"

this process continuing with a smile, the numbers of disciples who had not yet condensed their Fate Lines reducing until only he was left among the joining White Robed

of the proud disciples that were called talents or geniuses landed on him, the probing gazes of the two Red Robed Celestials

beings without any sense

to act on their aspirations and influence the beings around them