Chapter 4640: Actualization V

Nobody knew the future.

Not truly.

Even those who believed they knew, even those who fooled themselves into thinking they could predict what was coming with certainty, they were only looking at possibilities and potentials.

In Existence, nobody absolutely knew the future with complete certainty.

It was so terrifying and unpredictable that if an entity from the future traveled back and told someone in the past a few specific things that would be happening later on, they would shake their heads in disbelief.

As if they were listening to the words of an absolutely insane person.

If days ago, if a few weeks ago when Noah first met Moiraine in a certain prison after his Weavings led there from being embroiled with Little Bobby’s schemes, when he had only just begun learning about THE Living Existences from her and started listening to the Stories of The Earliest Folds, about THE Creature and how he supposedly met Origin, Concept, and Paradox in grand encounters...

Which all turned out to be utter bullshit now that he knew the truth.

But if at that time, someone had come to him and said:

"Oh yeah, days from now, you will actually glimpse THE Creature in person. You’ll talk with THE Living Order and form a connection. You’ll be nearly caught by THE Living Temporal during temporal traversal. And then somehow, your actions across time will actually cause Infinite Potential to bloom from a closed temporal loop and allow THE Living Origin, who was collapsed eons ago, to be coming back to existence. And oh, there’s even THE First Hunger returning alongside her."

If someone had approached Noah back then and told him all of this with complete seriousness, he would have looked at them as if they were absolutely nuts.

As if to ask: how the hell would things somehow evolve and progress to that level of insanity in a matter of mere days or even weeks?

It would have seemed impossible. Utterly incredulous.

Nobody knew the future with certainty.

Nobody knew how things would fully unfold or what paths reality would take.

But the one constant that remained, the one truth that endured, was that the future would unfathomably be glorious in ways that nobody would ever come to understand until they lived it in the present moment.

Things that would have been deemed utterly incredulous and completely unfathomable mere weeks ago were happening right now, in this very instant.

And who knew what things that were considered impossible at this moment in time would be occurring days or weeks from now?

What new impossibilities would become reality?

Noah did not know and could not say with absolute surety.

But at this time, he opened his eyes in that region of collapse once more.

From his people gathered among the armored Primus Inevitabilities, Sigrid took a step and instantly appeared beside him.

Her body continued radiating increasingly grand levels of power.

The aura of THE was slowly building within her existence, becoming more defined and concentrated with each passing moment.

Khor, The First Farmer, Alexander Asmodeus, and all the others couldn’t help but turn to stare with shock.

Such a sudden eruption of power represented far too much immensity to ignore.

But at this time, Noah acted with decisive purpose.

He began weaving together a complex Logos using multiple Core Phonemes of The First Tongue.

The Phoneme of Void to create conceptual emptiness that could not be perceived through.

The Phoneme of Darkness to conceal what occurred within from outside observation.

The Phoneme of Space to establish proper dimensional boundaries.

The Phoneme of Division to separate inside from outside completely.

The Phoneme of Unity to bind all the concealment effects together seamlessly.

The Phoneme of Order to maintain the structure’s integrity.

The Phoneme of Beginning to initiate the isolation.

These seven Phonemes wove together into a Logos of tremendous complexity that most closely translated to: "In void and darkness, space divides and unites with ordered beginning to conceal."

The Logos flowed outward from Noah’s position, expanding rapidly to surround the entire region of collapse.

A blue-gold veil wrapped around this entire area like a crystalline dome.

It ensured that everything happening within would not be visible to entities observing from outside.

It isolated the space entirely so that any authorities erupting here would not be detected by other powers.

Not by THE Living Paradox observing from THE Loom.

Not by any other entities watching for signs of unusual activity.

Even the jailed figures contained in prisons formed with blue-gold bars were moved.

Schrodinger with his broken body.

The Disciple of THE Creature in his cage.

The captured Guiders of Order.

All of them were placed outside of this veiled domain so they could not witness what was about to unfold.

Noah accomplished all of this with immense calmness and methodical precision.

Then he focused his attention on the vibrant trembling singularities of Hunger and Origin floating before him.

He was watching the power of Infinite Potential that his lineage represented begin to show itself fully.

He was witnessing what it truly meant to be THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons.

The First Tongue held countless possibilities and wonders as it was the answer to The Fallout and all other existential problems.

And even as THE Living Paradox deemed that it was now five seconds to midnight, Noah’s gaze contained profound defiance.

He would be ready for whatever came.

He WAS ready.

He had himself, who could take down THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities before he even officially grasped this classification himself.

And he could be considered to have fifteen such entities contained within THE Infinite Desmoterion as prisoners contributing to his power!

And to top it all off at this very moment...

Prompts descended before his vision.

|Emergence Sequence - Initiating|

|The Seed of THE First Hunger is actualizing from Infinite Potential|

|The Seed of THE Living Origin is actualizing from Infinite Potential|

|Source: Closed Temporal Loop completing causality cycle|

|Mechanism: Your influence on their Weavings in The Infinite Unfurling preserved in The First Tongue|

|Timeline: Immediate manifestation|

|THE First Hunger - Tor|

|Classification Upon Emergence: THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|

|Memory Status: Complete retention of all experiences|

|Loyalty Assessment: Strong positive connection to your Way|

|THE Living Origin|

|Classification Upon Emergence: THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|

|Memory Status: Complete retention of all experiences|

|Loyalty Assessment: Strong positive connection to your Way|

At this moment, the cocoons of singularities surrounded by all eighteen Core Phonemes of The First Tongue seethed with unfathomable and infinite potential.

The aura of a terrifying entity began blazing outward from within them with building intensity.

The cocoons trembled and pulsed as the Phonemes glowed brighter and brighter.

Alongside the eruption of these overwhelming auras, a voice suddenly echoed out.

"Oh, what the shit is this now? I was sleeping in endless Hunger so soundly and peacefully..."

The voice was unique and ancient, carrying weight of eons and a casual irreverence that seemed utterly out of place given the circumstances.

The moment it emerged, the figure of Khor began trembling violently.

Her eyes went wide as tears started forming and streaming down her small face.

Her millions of obsidian jaws froze in place as her entire being focused on that voice.

The cocoon surrounded by radiant Weavings of The First Tongue began breaking apart.

Cracks of brilliant light spread across its surface as the singularity within reached critical manifestation.

And from it, the visage of Tor walked out with casual confidence.

He had an ancient and wild appearance that spoke of primordial power barely contained.

His long obsidian hair danced wildly on his head as if each strand possessed independent life.

Shadowy weavings of pure Hunger wrapped around his muscular figure like living tattoos.

His body radiated raw physical power, muscles defined but not bulky, lean and dangerous.

He looked like a primordial beast that had been sleeping for eons and had now returned to Existence with full might.

He blinked slowly as he looked around, taking in his surroundings with curiosity.

His gaze swept across the veiled domain before coming to lock onto Noah specifically.

His jaw opened in shock as recognition flared in his eyes.

"Little Anomaly? What... how are you..."

Before his words could even finish, the diminutive figure of Khor threw herself into his chest with desperate velocity.

She crashed into him and wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could manage.

Tor looked down at her with expression softening immediately.

He spoke with natural affection as if no time had passed at all.

"Ah, Little Monster. I was going to come take a look at you soon regardless. Relax! I’m here now."

He wrapped his arms around her small form and held her as she sobbed against his chest.

Two embodiments of Hunger embraced as eons of separation finally ended.

At the same time, from the second cocoon filled with white-gold Weavings of Origin, another emergence began.

The structure broke apart with graceful inevitability.

And THE Living Origin stepped forth with unfathomable majesty that made reality itself seem to pause.

She was unfathomably beautiful in ways that transcended simple physical appearance.

Her white-gold hair flowed like liquid light down past her shoulders.

Her skin was fair and seemed to glow with inner radiance.

Her golden eyes held endless depth, as if one could peer into them and see the origin point of all things.

She wore robes that seemed woven from the concept of beginnings themselves.

Her terrifying power at THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty pulsed outward in waves.

She took a single step forward as her eyes looked around Existence with analytical gaze.

Taking in the veiled domain, the gathered entities, the state of reality.

Before her gaze finally locked onto Noah with focused intensity.

THE Living Origin. THE First Hunger.

Infinite Potential had been actualized into concrete reality.

This represented one of the first terrifying actions that THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons was taking.

Beside Noah floated THE Living Order, Sigrid, her own power still building toward THE classification.

And at this moment, a surreal reality existed within this contained domain of space.

Surrounded by veiled Weavings of The First Tongue.

Three THE Surface Depth entities stood within arm’s reach.

All connected to Noah’s Way.

And uniquely...THE was not suppressed by Existence!

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