Chapter 4657: Perfect Speaker!

He had been a Hunter, he had been a Farmer, he had been a Hero and a Villain. He had become a King and an Emperor and much more.

But a Teacher... a Teacher was something very unique for Noah.

At this moment, in The Early Veiled Shore, he sat on his Abode while teaching on The First Tongue.

THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons fluttered page to page within its first 18 Chapters that represented the 18 Phonemes of The First Tongue. He’d already gone through every single one to his people, explaining the intricacies and foundations.

At this moment, these Phonemes floated in the air to be visible to all as the skies of the Early Veiled Shore were filled with waves of blue-gold Primus Mana.

THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons remained open as Noah looked at his people.

Many were either standing or seated on the golden sands as they looked at him with a myriad of different gazes.

Some like Tor, THE Living Origin, Sigrid, Riya, Kael, and Malphas had shining eyes. Tor and THE Living Origin clearly knew what he talked about already, their expressions those of beings who’d spent eons with The First Tongue woven into their very existence.

Sigrid, Riya, Kael, and Malphas had different levels of understanding, but their eyes showed comprehension was taking root. Seeds being planted that would grow into something magnificent.

Others like Henry, Moiraine, Barbatos, and Adelaide looked toward him with a sense of confusion. Their expressions betrayed the reality that they hadn’t truly gotten much from his explanations. The concepts were too vast, too alien to their foundations of understanding.

Then there were others like Titano and The Emperor Penguin whose eyes were dull as if they understood absolutely nothing at all. Completely blank. As if Noah had been speaking in a language that didn’t exist.

Noah looked at all of them and shook his head.

His gaze settled on his Son.

Henry Osmont.

|Boy, step forward.|

HUUM!

Henry was astonished by the way he was called as he dazedly floated up from his seated position on the golden sands. His expression held confusion and a hint of wariness as he approached his father.

Noah looked at him. His son was the one who carried his lineage the most. The blood that flowed through Henry’s veins held potential that most entities in Observable Existence would never comprehend.

And Noah now allowed it to express itself freely.

His Lineage of THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons began to exert its effects right now as he allowed the Greater Distinction for Entangled Weavings to spread wide and free. The Greater Distinction of THE Potentate!

Around Henry, invisible chains of limitation began to loosen. The Greater Distinction granted him a 5,000,000% increase in learning speed for any Mana-based abilities. It granted him the potential to comprehend and utilize The First Tongue itself.

A deep connection to Mana that allowed instinctive understanding of its nature began to awaken within him. And near Noah, his advancement speed increased by an additional 800%.

His son had a 5 Million percent boon in learning speed, and another 800% when cultivating near him.

Could he really not form a mere Phoneme of Fire with all this?

Just thinking about it made Noah slightly angry.

He waved his hand.

The Goad manifested in his grip. The stick shined with blue-gold brilliance and came with a terrifying pressure of THE Surface Depth.

Noah had this immensity and weight even though he wasn’t officially at this stage. His Existential Weight already exceeded what it should be, and now that pressure bore down on everyone present.

The weight was heavy on all those here as Henry paled, looking at his father as if he wanted to ask... Dude, what the hell is going on?!

But Noah remained stern.

"Write the Phoneme of Fire."

...!

Henry Osmont looked at his father. He saw the immense seriousness in his eyes and the stick within his hands.

With all these factors, he didn’t even argue as he raised his hand burning with blue mana, remembered what his father had taught, and began to write.

He began to shape mana into structure as his father had taught him.

And as he did, due to The First Tongue being utilized to form the Phoneme of Fire, the surroundings began to respond. The Principle of Elemental Fury, The Principle of Rapid Fire, and other Principles related to fire in the surroundings inherently began to flow toward the letter Henry was forging.

The rising frequency of Mana.

The simultaneous expression.

The sharp percussive accent.

The controlled explosion outward.

These were the conditions one had to meet to successfully write the letter of fire. The Phoneme of Fire.

Yet... his son failed at matching the rising frequency alone.

Noah saw exactly where he failed. After all, he had many Phonemes of Fire and Logos made up of many letters constantly refining his existence and running across his very cells and vessels. He knew the Phonemes like the back of his hands.

At this moment, Noah took his stick and stopped the Phoneme his son was constructing before it erupted and destroyed everything. The malformed letter of fire trembled and then dissipated under the touch of The Goad, its volatile energy dispersing harmlessly into the atmosphere.

Around Noah’s body, THE Genesis Principle of Undifferentiated Mana... THE Philology of Undifferentiated Mana shined brilliantly. He radiated a unique air as he began to correct his son. An air of absolute mastery over the very language of existence itself!

Noah was currently moving with instinct alone as he said, "You got the frequency wrong. The rise needs to be steeper at the initiation point, then plateau briefly before the final surge. Like this."

He demonstrated with a casual wave of his hand, and a perfect frequency pattern of blue-gold Mana rippled outward.

"Do it again."

...!

Henry focused and did it again.

The rising frequency of Mana. The simultaneous expression. The sharp percussive accent. The controlled explosion outward.

He failed at the simultaneous expression. The elements that should have moved as one instead staggered, creating dissonance in the forming Phoneme.

Noah stepped in once more, his voice calm but firm.

"The simultaneous expression isn’t about forcing everything to happen at once. It’s about creating harmony between the components so they naturally align. You’re trying to control each element separately. Don’t. Let them breathe together. The frequency, the accent, the explosion, they’re not four things. They’re one thing expressing itself in four ways."

|THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons is teaching his progeny.|

|All features of your Way and Pedagogical Amplification have activated at full capacity.|

|Current Teaching Mode: Active Guidance.|

|Harvest Multiplier: +500%.|

Such a prompt shined as Henry tried again.

And failed.

Noah corrected the mistake. "Your accent was too sharp. Fire is explosive, yes, but it’s not violent. It’s passionate. There’s a difference."

Henry tried again.

And failed.

"The explosion outward was uncontrolled. You released everything at once instead of directing the expansion. Fire spreads, it doesn’t scatter."

Again.

Failure.

"Better on the frequency. Worse on the expression. Focus!"

Again.

Again.

Again!

Noah corrected every mistake with patience that surprised even himself. Each failure was met not with disappointment but with precise instruction. Each attempt brought Henry closer to understanding not just the mechanics of the Phoneme, but its fundamental nature.

And then.

The rising frequency bloomed perfectly, steep at initiation, plateauing, then surging.

The simultaneous expression harmonized, four aspects becoming one unified whole.

The sharp percussive accent struck with passion rather than violence.

The controlled explosion expanded outward with directed purpose.

Under the guidance of his father holding a stick that seemed like it would beat him if he got it wrong again, Henry watched in a daze as a Phoneme of Fire bloomed successfully in front of him.

...!

The power of multiple Grand and Singularity Principles related to fire were pulled into it. A beautiful pillar of blue-gold flames that would decimate a weak Pre-THE actually bloomed and spun upward gorgeously!

The heat was immense yet somehow welcoming. The light was blinding yet somehow soothing. The authority was undeniable yet somehow... his.

Henry’s eyes went wide with disbelief as he stared at what he’d created.

Far on the golden sands of the Shore, THE First Hunger, Tor, stood with a look of utter incredulity as he shouted out.

"What the fuck?!"

Not too far away, THE Living Origin had a similar gaze of incredulity. Her ancient eyes were wide with something approaching shock. This... this was not accurately portraying how impossible it was for someone to learn The First Tongue.

Much less that someone being an entity who had not attained any Depth of Absolute Sovereignty!

The First Tongue was the language of Existence itself. Beings spent eons attempting to grasp even a single Phoneme.

THE Living Existences had taken countless ages to master what they knew. And here, a boy who hadn’t even reached the heights of power that should be prerequisite for such comprehension had just successfully written a Phoneme of Fire.

In the skies, Noah looked at his son and smiled brilliantly.

"Good," he said. "Now repeat that again, and make sure you don’t get it wrong. Afterwards, you can practice the other Phonemes."

...!

HUUM!

Blue-gold light erupted around father and son, brilliant and warm and filled with the authority of something unprecedented occurring.

Noah saw the emergence of glorious prompts.

|Successful Teaching of The First Tongue to Another Entity Confirmed.|

|Harvest Multiplier: +1,200%.|

|Harvest in the form of Infinite Potential has been automatically absorbed into your Mastery of The First Tongue.|

|Breakthrough Achieved.|

|As of this moment, you have attained the Mastery of Perfect Speaker.|

|The act of teaching was the final ingredient required for this advancement since you can already seamlessly enact Philologies. Grander stages await.|

|Even with your stupendous foundation, THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty can officially be grasped at any time.|

|Note: Your current Existential Weight already exceeds most average THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities.|

...!

|Going past the Mastery of Perfect Speaker may need an official declaration of your Way and Civilization.|

Noah looked at the prompts with calm satisfaction.

The Mastery of Perfect Speaker!

And all it had taken was teaching his son to write a single letter.

But the last prompt...he looked at it calmly as he thought of his ideas regardings Foundations and THE.

He... may have to alter his plans somewhat. After all, he was not obsessive when it came to one line of though!

A declaration of His Way.

An Indomitable and unsurpassable Foundation.

It did not have to be either or as...his Foundation would never be complete!

Even as a THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity officially, he would still be forging his Foundation!

As his thoughts became slightly clear, he nodded to himself and finalized a decision.

He looked at Henry, who was staring at the Phoneme of Fire he’d created with an expression of wonder and disbelief. His son had just accomplished something that should have been impossible for someone at his level.

But then again, Noah thought with a slight smile, impossible was starting to become a rather flexible concept when it came to his bloodline.

On the golden sands below, Tor was still staring upward with his mouth hanging open.

"Boy," Noah said, looking at his son. "I will move on to others, but continue. Go again."

Henry Osmont looked at his father, then at the stick still held casually in his grip, then back at his father.

He swallowed hard.

"Yes, Father."

...!

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