As the lady stood there dumbfounded at the sheer amount of mana that her baby brother had which had not changed still at.
21,312,000,000.
Twenty-one billion. Three hundred twelve million. Mana points.
Her breathing suddenly caught in her throat.
The infant in the swaddled blanket did not move much and yawned his tiny fingers curling. As she tried to measure his mana as a red warning appeared on the screen and showed.
[ERROR666: LEVEL BEYOND DETECTION]
She spoke rubbing her eyes "If he has Twenty-one billion, three hundred twelve million more points on average f rank has 1000 points, so that is two billion one hundred twelve hundred times that of an average person!!!"
She let out a sigh finally accepting the fact that this was the biggest mistake else she could have made and said "Well there is nothing I can do about it"
It was around five am in the morning when the newborn baby had just been born woke up. And thought to himself.
Ok, time to wake up. I am the Apocalypse dragon. I should probably take some powers of it.
He suddenly closed his eyes and focused his mind as a pure black feather seemingly infinite in complexity and made of everything that was and can be and can not be at the same time.
As a seemingly infinite white plane stretched in all possibles places above the very concept of spatial dimensions made of every single direction at the very same time of time instead of flowing like a river stood motionless as a pond. Suddenly it all vanished as the black feather turned into dust and ran into his body as he transcended all concepts and the infinite divine dimensional hierarchy consuming the power of a single strand of the infinite strands on a single feather of the infinite of True A.P.O.C.A.L.Y.P.S.E.D.R.A.G.O.N