Chapter 4438: Infinite Hunger! III

His eyes flashed with callous recognition as comprehension settled with bitter clarity.

Truly, his enemies did not plan on being fair.

And why should they, when they possessed such immense power at their disposal?

Even these Avatars mentioned in the parallel processing were likely an insignificant force that was deployed.

And yet these grunts alone were sufficient to suppress him and capture his clones.

They’re not even taking me seriously yet as they don’t know the Civilization I hold, and their casual response already overwhelms everything. If they deployed their actual strength...

The thought remained unfinished because the conclusion was too sobering to articulate!

Oh!

Existence was not easy!

With his eyes burning with blue-gold brilliance of determination rather than despair, he called out coldly.

"Let me see the last phantom processing."

...!

The third phantom process began manifesting with equal clarity.

|Phantom Process Thre- Wandering Territories Exploration|

|You follow Goliath into The Wandering Territories, crossing through The Mobius Caverns- spatial shortcuts connecting distant territories|

|Destination is an Isolated Collapsed Civilization of Origin|

|This represents remnants of Early Creatures and Living Origins|

|They were actually part of THE Primordial Civilization of Origin before systematic collapse|

|They survived the rampage of THE Living Paradox through careful concealment(Pure luck, and by the will of Paradox likely, leaving behind seeds to grow)|

|Initial Reception: Extreme distrust|

|Within that Collapsed Civilization, many entities observe your arrival with suspicion|

|Power levels range dramatically: dozens of Quintillions to hundreds of Quintillions|

|Collapsed Civilizations have hidden themselves in different areas of The Wandering Territories|

|These territories are FAR vaster than Transcendent Folds, offering superior concealment|

|All remnant Civilizations are waiting for forces of Paradox to appear|

|They know THE Loom nears initiation of The Fallout when the forces of Paradox appear|

|They plan to put up ONE LAST STAND against their destroyers|

|Problem- Those you encounter do not trust you whatsoever|

|Your unknown Primordial Civilization of Mana and Hunger confuses them|

|You are neither recognized ally nor confirmed enemy|

|They possess no framework for categorizing what you represent|

|Trust must be earned through actions rather than claimed through words|

...!

This... is the only decently good outcome I can currently pursue. These Isolated Collapsed Civilizations provide opportunity to discover much more regarding what remained from THE Living Paradox’s systematic rampage. Their accumulated eons of survival knowledge could prove useful...

But more importantly: if they are planning a Last Stand against THE Living Paradox and his forces... how precisely did they know Paradox would appear? Or other forces from THE Loom? What information do they possess regarding timing and methodology?

And were their preparations over the eons sufficient enough to pose genuine threat? Did these Collapsed Civilizations cultivate entities in the Sextillions of power?

The questions and possibilities were abundant.

His eyes flashed with brilliant intensity as he contemplated all these cascading possibilities...each variable opening into dozens of potential advantages if navigated correctly.

He breathed out heavily as he looked at the Justiciar Outpost again, his words echoing out freely.

"My advancement is unbelievably fast compared to any normal cultivation trajectory, and the weight of the Civilizations I bear is genuinely mighty. I possess wonders that previous Primordial Civilizations never developed."

" But... the previous Primordial Civilizations continue to demonstrate just how ridiculously robust they are. They have been collecting passive benefits every single moment for eons beyond counting. Their accumulated total is staggering beyond easy quantification."

Beside him, Khor was blazing with hunger as she voiced out with heaviness.

"So what, Outsider?"

HUUM!

Noah’s eyes blazed with tyrannical conviction.

"So what indee. My speed of progression simply needs to eclipse their massive accumulation of power! I need to be advancing so rapidly that even their eons of head start becomes proportionally insignificant. Efficiency must triumph over duration. Innovation must overwhelm tradition. Glorious innovation, glorious Cheats, glorious weavings of Infinity and Quintessence!"

...!

He looked toward Khor.

"The Wandering Territories. Following Goliath. We will start there. Leave the Justiciar Outpost alone for now. In The Wandering Territories, we gain allies, we gain intelligence, we gain time to continue growing while gathering forces that might actually prove useful when confrontation becomes inevitable."

His smile turned sharp as he stared at the Justiciar Outpost one final time, cataloguing every detail for future reference before turning away with decisive motion.

His voice echoed out to The First Hunger beside him with a tone of anticipation.

"Let us witness the emergence of the Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger."

Khor nodded with satisfaction and eager anticipation.

She would maintain this clone’s presence here to keep continuous surveillance on the Justiciar Outpost and its terrible wall, while her main body within The Infiniverse was prepared for the glorious event about to unfold.

—

Noah materialized in the crimson-blue molten Mana region of collapse, his gaze immediately drawn to the grand massive Infiniverse floating serenely amidst churning seas of liquified authority.

Nearby, Riya’s clone, floating alongside the bound Leonore Rureaux, lit up with brilliant smile as she called out with enthusiasm.

"Ancestor! Did you miss my presence around you already? I knew you would find my absence unbearable!"

Noah looked toward her and actually nodded with a slight smile touching his features.

This terrifyingly perceptive woman observed the subtle gesture and frowned as she immediately detected something.

"What’s wrong, Ancestor?"

Noah looked over toward Leonore Rureaux as he replied.

"Simply a change of plans. We won’t set off to locate the vessels of THE Living Paradox just yet. Alternative priorities have emerged."

He then turned to directly address the figure of Leonore Rureaux, recalling the future of her collapse from the phantom process...how her presence had proven valuable until catastrophic intervention rendered the entire operation devastating failure.

His voice held the weight of opportunity.

"She is cleared to enter the Infiniverse as long as... she pledges fealty to my Civilization and accepts my authority over her advancement."

...!

He articulated such conditions calmly as Riya’s eyes opened wide. She nudged the woman beside her with an encouraging gesture.

"Hey, the Ancestor is offering you a genuine chance here. Paradox itself abandoned you and extracted your lover from you through manipulation. This Ancestor here would be your only possible pathway to potentially reclaim what you lost. Come on, don’t let pride prevent you from accepting salvation."

...!

Leonore Rureaux’s figure trembled slightly with mixture of emotions as Noah waved his hand.

A brilliant Spark of his Way floated toward Leonore Rureaux with gentle luminescence, carrying essence of his Civilization’s fundamental principles condensed into singular offering!

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