Chapter 4662: THE! III

The name pulsed in his mind again and again as he did not think much of it when he heard it the first time!

But to have a voice resound and speak it to him...was this something that occured for everyone that arrived in THE Level One Scale of Existence?

Because that was a welcome.

Naturally, a welcome was something which would be given to everyone!

He wondered about THE Vakochev Scales of Existence and what that voice meant as his existence continued to buzz.

Vakochev was affirmed to be a being. Shockingly, they had gotten their name on THE Scales of Existence themselves.

How grand were they? How immense were they? And what about him was considered anomalous for Vakochev to extend a challenge?

Were THE Creature, THE Living Paradox, and others of their caliber also considered Anomalous in the same manner as him?

As he was thinking about all of these things...

|Notification: Claim on The First Tongue has been registered across Observable Existence.|

|After laying claim to The First Tongue, you now need to find and claim THE Axioms of The Oldest Paradox of Existence.|

|THE Axioms of Observable Existence.|

|Historical Context: At the moment Observable Existence differentiated, four aspects collided and separated simultaneously. Chaos. Existence. Paradox. The First Tongue.|

|This collision was violent beyond comprehension. Reality itself screamed into being.|

|And in that scream, fragments of pure conceptual truth broke off from each aspect and scattered across the newly born Observable Existence.|

|These are Axioms of Observable Existence.|

|They are living truths. Sentient fundamentals. The building blocks of reality that gained awareness at the moment of differentiation.|

|The Answer to The Oldest Paradox of Existence may be given by the one who holds the most power, or the most Axioms of Observable Existence.|

|There may be no difference between the two.|

BOOM!

The prompts were blazing with information as Noah looked at them with shining eyes while repeating the words.

"THE Axioms of Observable Existence..."

What the fuck was this now?

First The First Tongue. Then THE Vakochev Scales. Now Axioms that were apparently fragments of the four aspects that made up The Oldest Paradox of Existence.

Every time he thought he understood the depth of Observable Existence, another layer revealed itself. Another system. Another truth. Another thing he needed to find, capture, or claim.

He wasn’t complaining. Not really. This was exactly what he loved about existence. The endless discovery! The constant revelation that there was always more.

But still.

Axioms of Observable Existence. Living truths scattered across all of reality since the moment of differentiation.

How many were there? Where were they hidden? Who already possessed them?

The questions burned in his mind, but he didn’t have answers. Not yet.

What he did have was another objective.

Find and claim THE Axioms of Observable Existence! In addition to surviving The Fallout, going against Paradox, Elemental, and potentially THE Creature, endlessly forging his Foundation, and progress further in his Way In the First Tongue.

It was...light fucking work!

—

Far from The Infiniverse.

In the Lands of The Dead.

After obtaining control of the Disciples of THE Creature, The Great Usurper continued his idle expansion. But this time, it was with purpose.

The Disciples seemed to hold a great deal of knowledge of unique places. He simply directed his mass of invisible consciousness to flow that way, and he moved even faster than light across the Lands of the Dead.

He crossed domains of utter wonders with the Disciples forging the way forward.

Regions where death had crystallized into geometric patterns of impossible beauty. Regions where the silence was so profound it had become a physical force. Regions where the concept of ending had manifested as landscapes of perpetual twilight.

All of it fascinating. None of it his destination.

After some time, they arrived in a region that held orderly white and obsidian river passageways.

River Passageways.

The Great Usurper found these to be unique. The rivers didn’t flow with water. They flowed with something else. Authority, perhaps. Or maybe pure order given liquid form. White streams intertwined with obsidian currents in patterns that seemed random but weren’t.

Only the Disciples knew exactly which rivers to jump on and when to jump to another in order to arrive at an extremely isolated domain that they had passed through exactly once.

Without worrying about the consequences, The Great Usurper commanded the three Disciples of THE Creature to enter these rivers.

With pristine order and care, they jumped sequentially one after another at exactly precise timings.

First Disciple: White river, third branch, seven seconds.

Second Disciple: Obsidian current, crossing junction, three seconds.

Third Disciple: White-obsidian confluence, diving deep, instantaneous.

And then they disappeared.

The moment they did, The Great Usurper felt his consciousness expanding once more as...

|Discovery Registered.|

|You have discovered a portion of the Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature.|

|Warning: This domain contains authority far exceeding your current existence.|

|Proceed with extreme caution.|

BOOM!

With such a grand introduction, The Great Usurper found his senses expanding out rapidly as he captured an utterly glorious continental landscape.

The horizon stretched endlessly with golden sands that seemed to drink in light and radiate warmth simultaneously. Not the harsh gold of desert heat, but the rich gold of something precious. Something alive. Something that had been cultivated with care beyond mortal comprehension.

Unfathomably tall trees stretched out for light years. Their trunks were wider than planets. Their branches spread across dimensions. Their leaves rustled with sounds that weren’t sounds but meanings. Each tree was its own ecosystem, its own world, its own truth.

And the entire place was filled with a terrifying concentration of THE Civilizational Authority.

The authority of the being who had shaped Observable Existence itself. The authority of the one who had given away his Everythings (supposedly) and still remained the most influential force in all of reality.

Even as a fragment of his former domain, the Early Veiled Shore radiated power that made The Great Usurper’s consciousness tremble.

But more than all of this...

As The Great Usurper sent the Disciples of THE Creature further in...

As his idle existence continued to spread in this unfathomable domain...

His entire existence buzzed and almost spazzed out as if it came across something far too pristine.

Because in the midst of two unfathomably tall trees, there was an object.

It seemed to be half-covered by golden sands. But it shone with a dim obsidian-gold allure that called to something deep within his consciousness. Something primal. Something that recognized what it was looking at even before the prompts confirmed it.

When The Great Usurper focused on it...

|ALERT: EXTREME DANGER DETECTED.|

|You have discovered the Fourth Fragment of The Axiom of Primordial Paradox.|

|Classification: Origin Axiom Fragment.|

|The Axiom of Primordial Paradox grants absolute authority over contradiction itself.|

|The holder can make anything impossible possible, and anything possible impossible.|

|Current Status: Dormant.|

|WARNING: You are too weak to even gaze upon it.|

|Just for this observation, half of your Weavings of Existence have been used up.|

|Seriously, stop looking at it.|

|If you wake it and it poses THE Question to you, which you will be unable to answer, your entire existence could very well unravel.|

|LOOK AWAY.|

BOOM!

The Great Usurper was shocked as he sensed immense weakness in his existence.

Half of his Weavings. Gone. Just from looking at the thing.

He had come across the Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature using his Disciples, and there seemed to be utterly terrifying things in this place. Things that could destroy him without even trying. Things that existed on a level so far above him that his mere observation was an offense punishable by existential erosion.

He immediately pulled his consciousness back from the object. The obsidian-gold allure faded as distance grew between them, but the damage was done. Half his Weavings. Consumed by a single glance.

The Fourth Fragment of The Axiom of Primordial Paradox!

What...the hell was this thing?!

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