Chapter 4131 At the Height of Achievement! II

The blatant, impossible lie shattered THE Living Emotive's existence. It stood frozen, unable to process the betrayal.

The euphoria that had elevated it to unimaginable heights was replaced by a crushing despair so profound it threatened to dissolve its very being.

"How pathetic," THE Living Dimensional said, turning back to Emotive with disgust. "Making false claims for credit? You need to do better. Act with the grandeur befitting our station, not this emotional grasping."

"It's unseemly," THE Living Spirit added, its voice a cold whisper. "We are THE Living Existences, not children fighting over toys.

"Perhaps if you focused on actual achievement rather than emotional outbursts," THE Living Elemental suggested, its form solidifying into an immovable pillar of contempt, "you wouldn't need to fabricate accomplishments."

THE Living Emotive stood there, absorbing each word like an arrow to the heart, while its gaze remained locked on Magnus.

The Early Creature it had raised, the one it had loved, now looked through it as if it were nothing more than a ghost.

Even THE Living Origin, its one true friend, shook its head with disappointment and left its side, drawn by the allure of a new and exciting discovery.

In its moment of highest achievement, THE Living Emotive was thrown to its lowest point, what it cared about the most being torn down, and the only friend it had that day was gone.

Such was the cruel, beautiful, and utterly devastating nature of existence!

In the Early Veiled Shore, Noah stood at a peak of a very different kind.

His complexity and purity coursed through him, power that had just crossed into Duke-level territory.

He looked down at the golden sands, where the nine organs of the Primordial Stone Ape rested.

Each one was a monument to a life of unimaginable scale, a treasury of advancement waiting to be claimed.

He looked at the Infiniverse, her green-gold form pulsing with new potential. To Ruination, whose very nature made her perfect for processing destruction into power.

To Sigrid, Order made manifest, ready to organize chaos into strength. To Moiraine, whose paradoxical existence could, perhaps, handle contradictory advancement.

He could attain trillions of complexity and purity from a single organ. Could they not do the same? Could he not produce multiple entities exceeding ten trillion, creating a foundation of power for his Shore that would be unassailable?

The thought blazed through his mind, a beacon of ambition in the glorious light of his Shore.

Four beings of great power, nine organs! They may need one, they may need two. He had enough regardless!

"Infiniverse," he called, his voice carrying the weight of decision.

She floated forward, her form buzzing. "Master?"

"Choose an organ. Any one you feel drawn to."

Her eyes- if the swirling galaxies within her face could be called eyes, widened with understanding.

"The liver," she said without hesitation. "It processes everything, transforms toxins into nutrients. Like how I transform existence into expressions of your will"

Noah nodded, and with a gesture, the golden sands released their hold on the massive hepatic organ. It floated free, crimson-gold and gleaming with stellar radiance, each lobe containing different aspects of the Primordial Stone Ape's accumulated might.

"Ruination."

She stepped forward, her nature already reaching toward the preserved organs with hungry curiosity.

"The spleen," she decided. "It destroys what needs destroying...old cells, foreign invaders. Destruction with purpose. That's what I am."

Another gesture, another organ released. The spleen emerged, condensed immunity and filtered power waiting to be claimed.

"Sigrid."

The Order within her had already been analyzing, calculating, determining optimal choices.

"The kidneys," she said with certainty. "They maintain balance, filter impurities, regulate what stays and what goes. Order in its most fundamental form."

The paired organs rose from their sandy prison, each one containing the filtered wisdom of eons.

"Moiraine."

She approached with the particular grace of someone who existed in multiple states simultaneously.

"The lungs," she chose. "Breath that moved through dimensions, containing both the physical and conceptual. Paradox of needing air in places where air

doesn't exist."

Noah watched as four of his closest allies each claimed an organ worth Folds, worth eons of conventional advancement.

Yet even as he orchestrated this distribution of power, even as he felt his own might settling into Duke-level reality, Khor's warnings echoed in his mind.

Euphoria was existence's favorite time to strike.

The question wasn't if something would go wrong, but when and how

spectacularly.

But for this moment, this brief, shining moment, Noah allowed himself to feel the satisfaction of achievement. His allies would grow stronger. His Shore would become more formidable. His own power had crossed a threshold he'd barely imagined possible days ago.

Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, its own failures, its own reminders that existence didn't care about fair.

Today, though, he would feast on the corpse of impossibility and grow strong enough to face whatever came next.

The Shore hummed with an atmosphere of sacred labor, the golden sands gleaming under the radiant light of the sky.

Moiraine, Ruination, Sigrid, and the Infiniverse stood poised, each of them a conduit for power that transcended the normal bounds of their existence.

The nine organs from the Primordial Stone Ape, each a treasure of concentrated authority, floated before them, awaiting their purpose. But even amidst this scene of creation and growth, a silence fell over the shoreline as Khor floated toward Noah.

Her diminutive form, a contradiction of primordial power and fragile appearance, moved with a grace that made the very air seem to part for her.

She came to rest beside him, her gaze traveling from his face to the nine organs awaiting consumption.

"Outsider," she said, her voice a whisper that carried across the vast expanse of the Shore, "since things seem to have settled down, I shall take the Early Veiled

Shore to the level of a Radiant Shore."

...!

Her words were simple, yet they held the weight of a monumental undertaking.

This wasn't merely an act of will; it was a promise that she, in her diminished state, would call upon the deep, forgotten weavings of inevitability to accelerate the Shore's evolution how she remembered!

It was an act of power she likely hadn't wielded since before her cessation.

Noah nodded, but his eyes were not on her or the Shore. His focus, his entire attention, was on Ozymandias. His other self, now a terrifying nexus of pure hunger, was permeating the upper body of the Primordial Stone Ape!

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