Chapter 4601: The First Lesson I

He stood.

As the overwhelming pressure of THE Civilizational Authority bore down upon him from all directions, he stood.

This alone was a terrifying act of defiance that should not have been possible.

Noah could see the shocked gaze of Raijin Katsuro fixed on him, those purple gold eyes wide with disbelief.

This being looked like he desperately wanted to break into the usual dialogue of "What is this? How is this possible? Did you hide your true power all along?" or any other sort of predictable bullshit that entities always spouted when confronted with the unexpected.

But Noah was utterly tired of all the endless talking.

He needed to focus with absolute concentration, and he needed tangible results immediately.

What he was doing right now was only barely gaining the capability to stand against THE Civilizational Authority without being crushed. That was it. Nothing more.

He realized with crystal clarity how THE Foundation of The First Tongue was still in its earliest stages of emergence, how the process of his entire Existence being refined by The First Tongue and him mastering the Phonemes was proceeding slowly.

It was naturally a slow and grueling process. That was the nature of Existence itself. Slow, grinding, heavy.

Across his entire journey through cultivation, the one resource he always fundamentally lacked was time.

He had come to The Earliest Folds and now The Infinite Unfurling precisely because he did not have sufficient time in his original era.

But there was a place that could give him time. Vast amounts of accelerated time.

Time to practice The First Tongue extensively. Time to refine his being through concentrated effort.

At this moment, he found himself thinking of something he had not yet wished to fully commit to, but which would now be absolutely ideal and necessary for survival.

So he asked the question internally with decisive focus.

’What is the current state of THE Infinite Desmoterion being forged within THE Organ of Civilization?’

THE Infinite Desmoterion.

A Sovereign Prison Domain forged within him by taking direct reference from THE Northern Unfurling Node of Existence of THE Creature.

His Organ had developed significantly since that construct was first initiated. Where was its advancement now?

Clean and crisp prompts materialized before his vision with updated specifications.

|The Infinite Desmoterion - Updated Status|

|THE Organ of Civilization Development: 18.00%|

|Temporal Dilation: 10,000x faster than external reality|

|Maximum Prisoner Capacity: 18 entities with established Sovereignties|

|Current Prisoners: 0/18|

|Maintenance Cost: 10 Rudimentary Units of Everything per 24 hours (inactive until prisoners held)|

|Domain Stability: Absolute|

|All other core features remain operational as designed.|

At such words revealing the current parameters, a decisive light flashed in Noah’s eyes as he spoke with absolute conviction.

"I have a prisoner for The Desmoterion."

New prompts appeared immediately in response.

|Review of combat records indicates Master has not defeated any viable prisoners with established Sovereignties yet.|

|No entities meeting imprisonment criteria detected.|

Yet Noah’s reply came without hesitation as he clarified his intention.

"I have. I have kept them inside my Existence this entire trip through time. They will not truly be a traditional prisoner as I want to make the first genuine prisoner this fucker standing before me. But at this moment, for this unique purpose, let The Infinite Hunger reside in a new home. Let Ozymandias enter THE Infinite Desmoterion as its first occupant, and let me buy myself the time I desperately need. Ten thousand seconds in The Desmoterion for every single second out here in reality. Time to practice The First Tongue extensively. Time to advance my Way at accelerated pace."

|...|

Ruination seemed stunned into complete silence at the audacity and implications of what he was proposing.

After several moments, her voice returned with warning.

|This action is irreversible once initiated. Your counterpart, Ozymandias will be permanently bound to The Desmoterion.|

"Yes."

...!

Ruination said nothing more, recognizing that his decision had already been made with full awareness.

He had to be ruthless in order to overcome the challenges Existence placed before him.

He could be ruthless to others when necessary, but more critically, he needed to be ruthless to himself.

He needed time, so he would create time through whatever means available.

He had been contemplating this specific action for a while as Ozymandias had stayed peacefully within his Existence since he first arrived in The Infinite Unfurling. Now, he was simply pulling the trigger on a decision that had been forming for some time.

New prompts bloomed with official confirmation.

|Prisoner Designation Accepted|

|Subject: Ozymandias, The Infinite Hunger|

|Classification: Paradoxical Entity - Another body of yours that is simultaneously you and yet not you|

|Follows: The Way of Mana and Hunger|

|Civilization: The Primordial Civilization of Mana and Hunger|

|Status: Deemed defeated and subordinate under your Weavings of Existence|

|Imprisonment Initiated|

|Transferring subject to THE Infinite Desmoterion...|

|Transfer complete.|

|Active Prisoners: 1/18|

|Maintenance Cost: Now active - 10 Rudimentary Units of Everything per 24 hours|

|Temporal Dilation: 10,000x operational|

|Special Notation|

|Subject Ozymandias represents a paradoxical part of yourself imprisoned for mutual advancement.|

|Resistance to Mana influence: None (identical Way and Civilization)|

|Cultivation cooperation: Perfect synchronization|

|All advancement made by Ozymandias in The Way of Mana and Hunger will reflect as direct enhancement to Master’s Way of Mana and Hunger.|

|Refinement efficiency: Unprecedented due to being essentially the same Existence.|

WAA!

Thereafter, Noah, while still surrounded by the blazing Phonemes of The First Tongue creating protective barriers around his standing form, closed his eyes with focused intention as he ignored the shocked Raijin Katsuro who had begun speaking again with demands for explanation.

But Noah did not listen to a single word.

After he closed his eyes, his consciousness focused inward on his mind where a certain magnificent Organ spun with concentrated authority.

THE Organ of Civilization.

And inside of it, in a space that existed beyond normal dimensions, THE Infinite Desmoterion manifested.

The domain possessed undeniable qualities of both Mana and Hunger woven into its fundamental structure.

The space itself was vast, stretching for what appeared to be endless Gigaparsecs in all directions. The sky above pulsed with blue gold radiance that represented pure Mana given visual form.

The ground below was formed from crystallized Hunger, dark obsidian surfaces that seemed to devour light itself.

At this moment, in a central region of this new prison domain, vibrant blue gold chains hung suspended in the air, binding nothing yet as they waited for true prisoners to restrain.

Ozymandias could be seen standing unbound in the center of the space.

His obsidian gold humanoid visage, formed from countless writhing tentacles that maintained coherent shape, turned slowly as he examined his new home with calm acceptance.

With expression showing no distress or complaint, only serene focus, Ozymandias began uttering the Phonemes of The First Tongue with methodical precision.

Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Void. Light. Darkness. Life. Death. Time. Space. Order. Chaos. Unity. Division. Beginning. Ending. Paradox.

The complete alphabet of Existence flowed from his being as the Phonemes began to manifest around him in visible form, creating the same multicolored radiance that surrounded Noah in the external arena.

Inside THE Infinite Desmoterion. Inside THE Organ of Civilization itself!

The cultivation of The First Tongue had truly begun at accelerated temporal flow.

BOOM!

As such a terrifying wonder unfolded in the space within his Organ, Noah opened his eyes back in the external arena.

Already, he could feel the difference immediately.

The Phonemes of The First Tongue surrounding his physical form seemed to shine noticeably brighter, pulsing with increased authority and refined structure.

New prompts materialized with extraordinary implications.

|Unprecedented Cultivation Age Initiated|

|An unprecedented era of accelerated cultivation has been ushered within THE Organ of Civilization.|

|The First Tongue is being actively utilized and practiced in a unique domain of extreme temporal dilation.|

|All advancements made by Ozymandias in The Way of Mana and Hunger will directly elevate The Way of Mana.|

|All refinements achieved in mastery of The First Tongue’s Phonemes will immediately reflect in Master’s capabilities.|

|Current Temporal Ratio: 10,000:1|

|Effective result: For every 1 second in external reality, 10,000 seconds (2.78 hours) of First Tongue practice occurs within The Desmoterion.|

|Mastery progression of all eighteen Core Phonemes accelerating exponentially.|

|Foundation Advancement Accelerated|

|THE Foundation of The First Tongue is being refined at unprecedented pace.|

|Your resistance to THE Civilizational Authority is continuously increasing.|

|Estimated time to reach Fluent Speaker classification: Dramatically reduced.|

|Synergistic Cooperation Detected|

|Ozymandias is practicing The First Tongue with perfect dedication.|

|Unique circumstance: Imprisoned entity is paradoxically part of yourself, creating perfect synchronization.|

|Result: Efficiency multiplied exponentially beyond normal Desmoterion parameters.|

|This configuration represents the ideal template - imprisoning aspects of yourself for accelerated mutual growth.|

...!

After Noah finished reading these profound prompts detailing the significance of what he had just initiated, he now fully turned his gaze toward the stern figure of Raijin Katsuro.

The warrior monk’s expression had grown increasingly dark with anger at being completely ignored during what should have been a critical confrontation.

Raijin’s voice erupted with genuine fury.

"Did you fucking hear me?!"

Noah looked at this being that he knew with absolute certainty would be unfathomably difficult to even stand against in genuine combat, much less actually defeat.

But even acknowledging that overwhelming power gap, he simply shook his head with calm dismissal as he spoke with voice carrying no fear whatsoever.

After all.

This was existence.

Existence was unfair. Existence was a struggle.

Existence...simply was.

"No, I did not hear you, nor do I particularly care what you were saying. Let us get a move on with this battle. Let us see the full display of what THE classification can truly accomplish when unleashed without restraint."

His eyes blazed with multicolored radiance as the Phonemes surrounding him pulsed with building intensity.

Inside The Desmoterion, Ozymandias continued his relentless practice.

Outside, Noah prepared to face the full wrath of THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty.

And every passing second gave him hours of advancement that would make the impossible merely difficult!

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