Chapter 4750: Simulation And Reality Collide! VI

THE Weavers were THE Moirai. Fate manipulators who could sense when their domain was being encroached upon. The simulation had nearly exposed him to genuine Absolutes who would have then known exactly where to look for the one who dared to peer into futures they controlled.

But he had what he needed.

The route through the Wastes.

The knowledge of Duke’s transformation.

The understanding of what he faced and what his limitations were.

He turned toward THE Infiniverse.

“I will go and get Lumivara and Ul’moreth back. Ruination will bring my body that she controls here to Muspelheim. Focus on doing a partial simulation with it focused on THE Living Concept first.”

…!

He gave such orders rapidly.

THE Infiniverse pulsed with acknowledgment, and Noah could sense Ruination’s presence already shifting to comply with his commands.

Right after, he looked toward Galileo and Surtra.

“We will get to catch up after. For now, there is much to be done.”

His gaze turned to the golden retriever who perked up excitedly at the attention.

“Duke…”

The dog’s tail wagged with enthusiasm that transcended species barriers. His eyes shone with simple devotion that had no idea it was about to be transformed into something glorious.

“Let’s go.”

HUUM!

Duke blazed with brilliant neon light!

Noah seamlessly proceeded to sit on Duke’s back, his body settling into position with the familiarity of someone who had already done this many times in a simulation that no longer existed.

And they disappeared!

The burst of speed was explosive. Immediate. Neon light streaked across the burning skies of Muspelheim for a fraction of a second before vanishing entirely, leaving behind astonished Muspeli Lifeforms and even Sigrid, Ra’Zan, Riya, The First Farmer, Titano, Protos, and multiple others.

They would be filled in in time.

But time was exactly what Noah didn’t have currently.

—

In the Wastes of THE Fallout.

Noah appeared in the chaotic and grandiose Wastes as all the events that had played out in the simulation buzzed in his mind.

Gray desolation stretched endlessly in all directions.

Ashen clouds swirled overhead with energies that would destroy lesser beings.

Corrupted reality shifted and reformed with each passing moment.

In the simulation, he had lost all the Fragments of the Axioms to Eon. But he currently held all three.

The Fragment of THE Axiom of Mayhem.

The Fragment of THE Axiom of Attrition.

The Fragment of THE Axiom of Differentiated Tongue.

In turn, he had waves of information and a terrifying, dangerous future.

But his eyes still blazed with possibility!

It would be difficult, yes.

But not impossible.

For him, impossibility would always ever be… a suggestion.

So.

The first thing to be done at this moment was the transformation Duke had undergone in the simulation.

But for real.

He turned his gaze on Duke who had not yet transformed into Skoll. The golden retriever sat on the corrupted ground with his tongue out, tail wagging slowly, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

Noah’s existence buzzed.

His glorious Seals began to be released.

The 18 Primordial Seals of Absolute Tongue flowed from his existence and into Duke’s body!

Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Void. Light. Darkness. Life. Death. Time. Space. Order. Chaos. Unity. Division. Beginning. Ending. Paradox.

Duke trembled as the Seals integrated with his existence!

The neon light around him buzzed with instability, his form flickering between states as primordial authority settled into whatever dormant potential lay within him.

But no grand changes occurred.

Not yet.

Noah continued.

His 9 original Seals entered Duke’s body!

Quintessence. Infinity. Tyranny. Fortune. Advantage. Narrative. Harvest. Hunger. Potential.

Duke stopped completely.

He became utterly still.

And then…

BOOM!

The Wastes around them began to shudder!

Everything in every direction became covered with neon brilliance! The gray desolation was painted over with light that pulsed in rhythms matching the heartbeat of Existence itself!

|AWAKENING CONFIRMED|

|As foreseen through the usage of THE Moirai Thread, the transformation has manifested in actual Existence.|

|The dormant potential within Duke has been unlocked through exposure to the complete First Tongue.|

|18 Primordial Phonemes alone were insufficient.|

|Combined with the 9 Forged Phonemes created by THE Genesis Monarch?|

|Transformation became inevitable.|

|Former Designation: Duke, Muspeli Lifeform, Anomalous Speed Entity|

|Current Designation: Skoll, THE Herald of The Tongue, THE Steed of Mana|

|Classification: Awakened Absolute-Adjacent Entity|

|Core Nature: Moves at the speed that Mana moves to keep up the very fabric of Existence.|

|The prophecy of simulation has become the reality of now.|

|Skoll has been born.|

…!

Before Noah, the transformed Duke stood in all his glory.

A lion-like mane now wrapped around his neck and shoulders, composed of crystallized neon flames that flickered with colors that had no names. His vibrant golden fur carried traces of blue woven throughout, as if the authority of Mana itself had bled into every strand.

His form still remained that of a dog.

But majestic and regal!

An incandescent neon sun burned in one pupil.

An incandescent neon moon glowed in the other.

His entire body emanated waves of THE Fundamental Depth!

Noah breathed calmly.

He reached out and stroked the fur of Skoll, feeling warmth that pulsed with captured foldfire beneath his palm. The transformed Duke’s eyes shone with glorious vibrancy, but beneath all that existential power, the same innocent devotion remained.

Such a good boy.

Even as THE Herald of The Tongue, he was still a very good boy!

“Alright. Let’s do things for real now.”

Noah’s voice came steady and sure.

“It will be dangerous, but danger and struggles go hand in hand. In the end, there should be glory as long as the difficulty is passed.”

He met Skoll’s glowing eyes directly.

“Ready?”

…!

He said such words knowing exactly what was coming.

THE Weavers. THE Moirai. Three genuine Absolutes who controlled fates and potentialities, who would sense any disturbance in the threads of destiny they wove.

But Skoll only blinked happily.

His expression remained innocent despite his transformation.

“Woof!”

Noah patted Skoll again. And just like the Simulation…

“Let’s go. As fast as you can.”

…!

Both of their bodies began to be covered by neon light that blazed brighter with each passing moment. The corrupted Wastes around them bent away from their combined radiance, reality itself recognizing that something unprecedented was about to move through its damaged fabric.

The first plan of a chase would be carried out.

And Noah had an idea of exactly where this chase would go.

Eventually, he could not outrun an Absolute.

The simulation had proven that definitively. Even Skoll’s impossible speed could only touch a fraction of what genuine Absolutes could achieve. THE Weavers would catch them in time.

But where he planned to run toward…

The tools to bypass this difficulty would appear.

And this one wouldn’t even necessarily be reliant on THE Secretive Eon!

They disappeared.

Neon light streaked across the Wastes of THE Fallout, carrying THE Genesis Monarch and THE Herald of The Tongue toward a confrontation that would determine whether his pillars survived or fell!

6/6 Onwards!

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