Chapter 4658: Scales I

Sometimes, Noah found it easier not to question.

If things seemed ridiculously crazy to be happening, it didn’t necessarily mean they were impossible. It simply meant that the vast majority of Existence considered it impossible.

What he enjoyed doing was redefining what was possible and what was not possible.

It was nearly impossible for someone that hadn’t achieved at least THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty to utilize The First Tongue since many had specialized into different Ways. If some did try, it would take them a long time.

He gave a middle finger to all those assertions as he proceeded to teach his son in a matter of minutes what others would deem impossible in even years.

And after he did this, even though he saw the expressions of THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin, he didn’t stop to question or think about it too much.

He simply pointed to others with his stick as he called out.

"Sigrid, Moiraine, Riya, Barbatos, Emperor Penguin, Hyperion, Queen of Matter, Night, Titano, Erickson... you, you, you, you!"

He pointed the stick to dozens of beings who could have his Greater Distinction of his Lineage. One by one, all of those appointed rose up as their expressions showed the surreal reality they were experiencing.

And as soon as they floated in the skies, Noah looked at them like a stern teacher holding a stick that would discipline if he needed to.

"Write the Phoneme of Fire for me."

HUUM!

His body emanated waves of immensity and power that almost made his words undeniable. Innately, all of those that he called up began trying to write the Phoneme of Fire. Every time one messed up, his Goad struck out and stopped any horrific explosion as he corrected them one after another.

He could move faster than Planck Speed as he watched all of them as if they were moving in slow motion. He corrected them all one by one even though it seemed like he was doing everything simultaneously.

To Sigrid: "Your frequency is perfect but your accent needs more passion. Fire loves, it doesn’t just burn."

To Moiraine: "Stop overthinking. The paradox in your nature is fighting the purity of fire. Let them coexist."

To Riya: "You’re seeing the future of the Phoneme before you’ve written the present. Focus on now."

To the Emperor Penguin: "... Just...just try again."

To Titano: "...Brother, come on."

To Erikson: " ...I can pull out the Slipper if you need more motivation."

...!

|An unprecedented lesson on The First Tongue is unfolding.|

|All progression has become accelerated under your direct guidance.|

|The weight and immensity of your existence increases as you naturally harvest Infinite Potential from your current actions.|

|Multiple instances of Pedagogical Amplification are stacking.|

|Current Harvest Multiplier: Calculating...|

...!

Noah looked at all of these prompts. Even though they seemed grand and his current actions seemed grand, he felt like he could do so much more.

And so he simply proceeded to do.

At this moment where one body floated in the skies and was teaching dozens of his people with direct attention, another body of his appeared in front of Khor, Tor, and THE Living Origin who came over from nearby.

Khor looked at him with those obsidian-crimson eyes blazing.

"You’re nuts, Outsider. Nuts!"

...!

But as soon as she said these words, her eyes burned with competitive spirit as she began trying to etch the Phoneme of Fire right away.

Noah’s body here gave a portion of his attention to her, getting ready to correct her at any time as he also turned to look at THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin.

They looked at him as THE First Hunger blinked and harrumphed before he proceeded to say, "I can write the Phonemes of The First Tongue! I learned it in Ginnungagap from THE Primeval Titan, both me and this crazy woman did."

...!

He said these words as Noah nodded before he said, "Okay, you know Phonemes. What about Logos? Philology?"

His eyes were shining brilliantly at this moment.

Because he knew there was a ridiculous 3,000,000% harvest if he could get anyone to grasp a Genesis-level teaching. If he could get anyone to perfectly understand a Philology of Existence.

Basically, he needed to get someone to grasp a new Genesis Principle. Or in the case of entities that had already attained a Depth of Absolute Sovereignty and had already grasped a Genesis Principle without knowing that they were actually accessing a Philology of The First Tongue... he could show them the Way.

So he looked with shining eyes at the figures of THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin who were looking back at him with gazes that still seemed to ask if he was serious.

Even though they didn’t mention it, the two of them still inherently had a sense of pride in their own power. But those who understood themselves could easily get past any shortcomings. They became serious right after.

Tor said, "I need more practice on Logos. I was collapsed just when I was getting good at them."

And THE Living Origin looked at Noah with extremely calm yet shining golden eyes before she said, "I can see if you know more than me in Philology."

HUUM!

Right.

THE Living Origin had enjoyed boons from THE Prison of THE Creature before she was collapsed by THE Living Paradox. She had lived for much longer than THE First Hunger as her gains should have been more immense. Even if she was returned right now at only THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty.

Noah smiled brilliantly at this.

Would another person that didn’t have The Way of The First Tongue claim that they could speak The First Tongue better than he could?

If THE Living Origin thought that she could speak Philology better than he could, or be faster at it, then he would have her learn.

This in itself was a daring thought. Not too long ago, he and many others only thought of THE Living Origin as a legend to be looked at. Now he was looking at her and daring to teach her.

It was a surreal experience!

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