Chapter 4683: THE Fallout! V

Colorless brilliance permeated all around as from above Noah, lines and glorious waves of power began to twist and bloom. A letter of The First Tongue that had not yet bloomed in Observable Existence made its emergence.

It was colorless because Quintessence was beyond color. It was the purest essence of something, the distilled truth of a thing stripped of all excess. And now that essence had been given form as a Phoneme, a letter in the language of Existence that had never before been spoken.

It was a wonder that would have bloomed sooner or later from the hands of Ruination. But his mother tilted the scales just a teeny bit to cause this unfathomable result.

And as a consequence of it…

Noah’s eyes began to shine with a terrifying light of brilliance.

Because his body outside of THE Infiniverse, the one that had been undergoing cycles of destruction and regeneration of the Logos and Philologies of The First Tongue surrounding him, felt the blooming of the Phoneme of Quintessence.

And even though it was only a singular new letter in these Weavings of Existence, shockingly, it was not melted and decimated like the Logos and Philologies that he had been regenerating again and again.

It stood firm against THE Fallout.

It endured.

…!

|A letter of Existence that did not exist before has come to fruition.|

|Such an action will have lasting consequences across all of Observable Existence.|

|The makeup of The First Tongue is no longer limited to eighteen Core Phonemes.|

|Every possible change you make, every potential new Phoneme brought to fruition, is an alteration of what many existences understand The First Tongue to be.|

|Your claim over The First Tongue has increased gloriously and quintessentially from this singular action.|

|You are no longer merely a speaker of The First Tongue.|

|You are becoming a contributor to its very structure.|

|At this moment, the newly emerging Phoneme of Quintessence poses a question to you:|

|Can a blade designed to cut Existence still have the capability to cut an aspect of Existence that did not exist when the blade was forged?|

BOOM!

The question was a heavy and yet simple one at the same time.

Noah looked at the Phoneme of Quintessence burning above him, colorless and pristine and utterly untouched by the flames of The Fallout that raged everywhere else.

And he answered.

“Fuck…” and he stretched the syllables of that one word as he finished it, “No,” he said with absolute certainty.

“A blade is forged with a purpose, with a target, with an understanding of what it must cut. THE Living Paradox spent eons designing THE Fallout. He studied The First Tongue. He understood its eighteen Phonemes. He crafted his weapon to attack what he knew, to destroy what he understood, to unmake what he had analyzed.”

His voice grew stronger.

“But a blade forged to cut iron cannot cut water. A weapon designed to burn wood cannot burn stone. And an attack crafted to destroy the eighteen Phonemes of The First Tongue cannot destroy a nineteenth Phoneme that did not exist when the attack was designed. The Fallout is precise. It is technical. It is the culmination of eons of planning. But that precision is also its limitation. It can only attack what THE Living Paradox knew to attack.”

He smiled with dawning realization.

“And he did not know about this. He could not have known about this. The Phoneme of Quintessence did not exist until this moment. It was not part of his calculations. It was not factored into his weapon. And therefore, it is beyond his weapon’s reach.”

…!

The Phoneme of Quintessence shone even brighter at his words as Noah felt like he grasped the answer.

The answer to surviving THE Fallout.

THE Fallout was designed to collapse and affect Existence as THE Living Paradox knew it.

THE Living Paradox never accounted for new Phonemes.

The depth of destruction of THE Fallout, its effectiveness, would be tremendously reduced against something it was never built to attack. Against something that it was never built to be effective against.

So he just needed to enact all the other remaining personal Phonemes.

He just needed to complete what Ruination had been working on.

He just-

|I am close to presenting the rest to you, Master.|

The words of Ruination rang out in his mind with triumphant determination.

|All the effort and harvest from withstanding THE Fallout through Creative Mode has been directed to finishing the rest of the Phonemes. And after the declaration of Mother, I will deliver them to you soon.|

BOOM!

Noah looked at the constantly collapsing Weavings of Existence all around him. At the terrifying mushroom clouds of flames of Existence that seemed to only increase in size and frequency. At the annihilation that consumed gigaparsecs of reality with each passing moment.

And in the face of such sheer terror and cataclysm…

An eerie, devilish defiant gaze bloomed on his face.

He had his answer for survival.

THE Living Paradox had spent eons crafting the perfect weapon to destroy Existence as he knew it.

But Noah was about to introduce Existence to things that THE Living Paradox had never known.

New Phonemes.

New letters in the language of Existence.

New aspects of The First Tongue that had never been spoken before this moment.

And against these new letters, The Fallout would swing at targets that didn’t exist in its programming.

Its flames would try to burn concepts that weren’t in its fuel.

Its destruction would attempt to unmake things that weren’t on its list.

Noah looked at the Phoneme of Quintessence burning above him, pristine and untouched and perfect.

And he waited for Ruination to deliver the rest!

—

THE Fallout was akin to an unsurpassable and inevitable blade that cut through all of Existence.

But one must never forget that its target was THE Belly of Existence. Its target was THE Creature.

Inside THE Belly of Existence, the protective barriers were torn apart as waves of terrifying multicolored flames descended. They were not similar to the flames that were pervasively spreading outside all of external Existence as they did not seem as potent, but they were there nonetheless.

The flames ate away at the edges of THE Creature’s domain.

In a small region of THE Belly of Existence, the figure of Lumivara bellowed out as her Fundamental Depth of Absolute Sovereignty expressed itself in an undeniable fashion. Thirty-six entities with their own Depths stood behind her, roaring in defiance as the entire region they stood in became wrapped in an existential light of paradox.

“WE WILL NOT FALL HERE!” Lumivara’s voice carried the authority of THE Fundamental Depth as her white-blue fox ears blazed with power.

But within the next few moments, all of them disappeared, carried by endless waves of Existence to an unknown location. Their bodies continued to be hounded by the light of THE Fallout as it permeated across their existence, but they were moved nonetheless.

And there were countless others in THE Belly of Existence as what occurred continued to be pervasive. Civilizations that had existed since before differentiation found themselves scattered.

Malformed Ginnu Lifeforms. Those from The Infinite Unfurling.

Powers that had slumbered for eons were forcibly awakened. The sanctum of THE Creature, the place that had been inviolable for far too long, was being torn asunder.

THE Living Paradox’s blade was cutting gloriously deep!

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