Chapter 4459: Civilization Specialization II

Ambessa smiled at such a transparent attempt to extract intelligence before she shook her head.

She looked at Noah directly as her response emerged.

"THE Loom... is something genuinely unimaginable. You would need to witness it personally to truly comprehend what has been constructed there. Describing it would be like describing color to someone who has never possessed vision...fundamentally inadequate."

At such unhelpful words, Noah replied with edge of irritation.

"It doesn’t appear as though I’m going to fucking witness the inside of THE Loom though, so you might as well elaborate with whatever inadequate description you can provide."

Ambessa’s smile widened slightly.

"Nah. You have to see it yourself. Some experiences cannot be translated through words, only through direct observation!"

Noah’s crimson visor flashed as he rose upward, his blade rising with him in a gesture stating his patience was exhausting itself.

"And the Vessels?" he asked with pointed directness. "Where are the remaining Vessels of THE Living Paradox that your people secured?"

Ambessa’s reply was equally unhelpful.

"Also nah on those. Operational security exists for reasons. But I will offer genuine advice: be extremely careful opposing arguably one of the most powerful existences in... well, all of Existence."

"THE Living Paradox may be somewhat annoyed with you currently. Maybe. But avoid making him entirely angry. Live slightly longer for yourself and those you lead. Be with your bretheren. Your family. Hold them close. Wait for the Fallout instead of being collapsed before it even arrives."

Her expression became almost sympathetic:

"Perhaps THE Creature and his mechanisms will prevail. Even if you and all others face collapse, you may return as Dead Existence rather than permanent cessation."

"Maybe when I and all others emerge from THE Loom years down the timeline, I might encounter you again as diminutive skeleton and recognize you through some residual characteristic. You seem like genuinely cool guy, so I would take care of you then. Ensure you weren’t mistreated by whatever new order emerges."

After such unexpectedly considerate words, Noah nodded as the Sword of Mana and Hunger pulsed in his hands with hungry anticipation.

"What a reality that would be. Let’s earnestly hope that events do not unfold that way."

He brought the sword down with deliberate motion as he looked into the radiant stellar eyes of Ambessa...meeting her gaze directly through his crimson visor.

Ambessa smiled as she nodded at him with an expression of no fear!

"See you in a bit, interesting stranger. Whether as enemy, skeleton, or something unexpected."

HUUM!

Noah sank his sword into her chest, the hollow blade piercing through her devastated form with finality.

Her existence collapsed into an Event Horizon of concentrated Hunger as everything about her...her 5 Sextillion power, her accumulated Civilizational Authority of Paradox, her harvest of 5 Grand Principles, her very concept...was systematically consumed!

The harvest from eight Avatars was complete.

And Perpetual Harvest activated with full force to amplify what had been gained.

The moment that Ambessa’s Avatar was collapsed and her entire existence fell under his glorious Civilizational Authority of Mana and Hunger, everything fell silent in the periphery as... only the gold-green light of harvest began to shine with blinding intensity.

This was because the effort and immensity and harvest of all the Avatars that had been systematically collapsed were being gathered together...culminating at this very moment in single magnificent distribution!

In this silence, Noah felt sense of expectation.

Because the harvest this time was truly grand in ways that exceeded previous accumulations.

The presence from THE Loom...the beings who had cultivated for eons within that structured domain, who possessed Civilizational Authority of Paradox refined across incomprehensible duration...would there be enough for him to fully complete the initial foundation of his Walls of Civilization?

Would they allow him to shed the designation of Nascent Civilization and advance toward something more substantial?

His armored figure stood gloriously amid the devastated Desiccated Sleeping Shore as prompts began flashing before his crimson visor-covered eyes.

|A quintessential quantity of effort and harvest have been successfully accumulated. The magnitude exceeds all previous collections by substantial margin.|

|The weavings of existence of 8 Members of The Primordial Civilization of Paradox were systematically hungered and devoured by you or other members of your Civilization.|

|These were not mere projections but genuine Avatars carrying substantial portions of their main bodies’ power and authority. Their collapse has yielded unprecedented harvest.|

|All accumulated effort and harvest from this engagement has been consolidated. For the sake of optimal advancement of the entire Civilization, all harvest flows into the Foundation Palisades as priority allocation.|

|Perpetual Harvest amplifies all incoming resources. Multiplier effect in progress...|

...!

The prompts were grand in their implications as Noah closed his eyes and envisioned the manifestation of his Civilization...that conceptual space where the abstract framework of his power took tangible form.

He witnessed the grand manifestation materialize in his existence with perfect clarity.

The towering walls that represented the Foundation Palisades stretched across impossible distances...blue-gold timber-like material that pulsed with concentrated Primus Mana and Hunger.

These walls encircled the entire framework of his manifested Civilization, protecting the structures within from external interference or assault.

At this moment, seas of harvest were flowing into those walls with tremendous force...green-gold light of Perpetual Harvest mixing with the obsidian-blue-crimson of concentrated authority devoured from enemies!

The Foundation Palisades grew larger and more substantial as they absorbed this influx, their height increasing, their thickness expanding, their protective capabilities multiplying.

The harvest was so potent that...

BOOM!

The blue-gold timber walls of the Foundation Palisades began to shine with incandescent light that made them nearly impossible to perceive directly.

They began transforming from the timber-like material toward something that appeared far more permanent, far more imposing.

Something that looked like...stone!

Stone!

Noah observed such transformation as his eyes shone with grand luminosity.

There was only single reason why the fundamental quality of his Walls of Civilization would undergo material transformation from timber to stone...it represented a categorical advancement to entirely new designation!

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