Chapter 4615: Choices I

No transition. No visible movement. Just instant displacement from one position to another as if space itself had been deleted between the two points.

The entity’s hand clenched with crushing pressure, THE Civilizational Authority flooding through that grip with intent to shatter Noah’s existence immediately.

Its only mistake was not moving to crush Noah’s existence or attempting annihilation in that very first instant.

Because the moment its hand made contact, the moment Noah’s existence was grabbed in close proximity, Noah used his own body as the direct conduit to layer multiple Logos of Imprisonment onto this entity’s form.

The linguistic constructs erupted from his skin where contact was made, wrapping around the shocked entity’s arm and spreading rapidly across its entire body.

While the entity processed what was happening with dawning horror, Noah began using his Goad to strike its body with rapid precision.

Each impact locked away more authority, bound more of its Way, suppressed more of its capacity to resist.

Only after seven strikes had landed and seven layers of containment were active did Noah have enough breathing room to act further.

He brought his other hand up and began manually moving the fingers of this terrifying entity, forcing them to unclasp from around his neck one by one.

The strength required was immense even with the entity suppressed, but eventually Noah extracted himself from the deadly grip.

Every single THE entity was genuinely dangerous.

Even though he had now suppressed two successfully, this third one had actually come extremely close to heavily injuring or even killing him in the opening instant.

When they stopped posturing and talking so much, when they acted with pure killing intent and maximum efficiency, THE entities were utterly dreadful opponents.

Suppressing two or three would not mean he could definitively and easily suppress others going forward.

Each one would present its own unique challenge based on their particular Way and combat approach.

But as Noah sensed this entity continuing to desperately try expressing its Way of Existence to shatter the Logos and break apart the individual Phonemes that comprised them, his eyes squinted with dangerous focus.

He utilized his Goad to continue delivering lessons with methodical brutality.

Thrashing this THE entity with strike after precise strike.

Inscribing additional containment with each blow!

Until finally, the entity’s resistance crumbled completely.

And it disappeared in the next moment, drawn directly into THE Infinite Desmoterion as the fourth prisoner.

Noah breathed heavily and stretched his neck with careful rotation.

Burning marks could still be felt across his throat where the entity’s hand had gripped him, only now beginning to heal under his regenerative capabilities.

After he confirmed through internal sense that everything was stable, he silently deployed multiple Logos of Imprisonment all around the arena in concealed positions.

Preparation for whoever came next.

Then he looked upward toward where he knew Ul’moreth observed and spoke with voice carrying determined hunger.

|Again!|

He didn’t even glance at the multiple prompts descending before his vision.

He simply wanted more opponents!

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Outside The Primordial Genesis Arena, Ul’moreth gazed down at Noah as his student prepared to face yet another opponent.

The hairy Primeval Titan smiled beneath his obscuring hair as he turned toward a THE Intermediate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity standing beside him.

His voice carried casual authority as he gestured toward a specific figure below.

|Take that little fox outside of Ginnungagap and into The Infinite Unfurling. My student is extremely paranoid by nature, and while such paranoia can be exhausting, it can also be beneficial sometimes. Anomalies more often than not possess senses and instincts that the rest of us simply don’t have access to.|

He paused before continuing with thoughtful consideration.

|He says she is an investment he’s making that might pay off substantially over time, so just keep her company in The Infinite Unfurling for now while events unfold here. Take some treasures from my personal stores with you to aid her growth and advancement. Consider it my contribution to whatever my student is planning.|

Ul’moreth said all of these words while pointing toward none other than Lumivara, the nine-tailed fox who had followed Noah’s Way.

Noah had taken her out of his inner existence during the festival and spoken his final words to her with characteristic bluntness.

He wanted to continue exploring Ginnungagap and all the profound mysteries it held.

But if anything catastrophic happened during his journeys through this chaotic realm, he would be forced to utilize temporal traversal to escape immediately.

And he would not be able to take her with him if such emergency evacuation became necessary.

Since she was a follower of his Way and had sworn herself to his path, he would see what advancements she could make if she managed to survive whatever unfolded in The Infinite Unfurling on her own merit.

Lumivara had been teary-eyed but she nodded with understanding and acceptance.

At this moment, as she looked around with amazement at the ongoing battle between her Master and another THE entity, at the glorious festival continuing to unfold with ritual wonder, a Ginnu Lifeform materialized beside her.

The entity gently took her arm to whisk her away toward whatever destiny awaited beyond Ginnungagap’s borders.

While such arrangements occurred, at the distant edge of The Primordial Genesis Shore where reality began transitioning into the chaotic void, THE Fisherman sat calmly continuing his endless task.

His fishing line extended into the murky waters of Ginnungagap with patient stillness.

But his eyes pulsed occasionally with visible caution, and he sighed every few moments with increasing frequency.

As if his Weavings were tense and filled with profound worry about something he could not quite identify.

He pulled his line in once again and it came up completely empty.

No catch. Not even a nibble.

He sighed once more with building frustration.

And in that exact moment, a voice spoke from directly beside him.

|What’s got you so stressed, big guy?|

BOOM!

THE Fisherman’s eyes became unfathomably grim as he whipped his head to the right.

An entity sat there casually, as if they had been present the entire time.

An entity that had somehow been here without THE Fisherman sensing their presence until after they chose to speak.

And they had spoken using The First Tongue with perfect fluency!

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