Chapter 4756: Glossarians! I

Alexandros said all of this with a smile while his followers remained calm.

Leonikos the lion observed with eyes that held the patience of eternity.

Ophelia the serpent watched with curiosity that seemed particularly focused on Noah.

Geometros the abstract shifted through configurations that suggested deep contemplation.

They were simply observing and learning from this entity who was higher ranked than them!

"Master! We know where to go so we can outshine everyone, right?!"

Lumivara spoke with excitement at this moment while looking toward a certain archway!

The blue-gold radiance of the Glossarian gate seemed to call to her, to resonate with everything they had learned and become under Noah’s guidance.

Noah and Ul’moreth couldn’t help but smile!

The path was obvious, wasn’t it? They who had claimed The First Tongue, who had forged new Phonemes, who had built their entire advancement upon linguistic mastery...

The Glossarians awaited.

And yet, at this time...

HUUM!

Far behind them, obsidian-gold light shone!

The sandy beach trembled! The shores in the distance vibrated with the arrival of something that carried authority even when suppressed!

When they turned around...

The visages of THE Weavers appeared!

Three decrepit figures wrapped in robes and hoods, their ancient faces twisted with fury that had only grown during their pursuit. Their golden eyes blazed with the light of fate itself being manipulated. Even reduced to Surface Depth, they radiated menace that made the very air recoil.

The moment they appeared, Noah only stared at them calmly.

He did not move. He did not flinch. He did not show any sign of concern whatsoever.

His gaze was purposefully raised high and imperious.

As if he were looking at ants.

THE Weavers were infuriated and calm at the same time when seeing this gaze!

How dare he?!

How DARE this creature look upon THE Moirai with such contempt?!

Their eyes seemingly broke down where they stood, analyzing the surrounding Weavings of Existence. Calculating. Planning. Preparing to strike despite whatever rules this domain might hold.

And then...

BOOM!

THE Weavers shot toward Noah and the others!

Three streams of obsidian-gold light converging on a single point! Their suppressed power still carried enough force to devastate anything at Surface Depth! Their fury drove them beyond caution!

Lumivara and Ul’moreth frowned while trying to get in front of Noah!

But he held them back while shaking his head.

Not yet.

Not necessary.

Because a moment later...

HUUM!

Alexandros moved!

The Polemarch’s form blurred with speed that should have been impossible at Fundamental Depth! The spear he carried in his hands shone a glorious golden obsidian as infinite seas of Chaos seemed to be contained within its seemingly simple form!

His blow carried unfathomable depth and weight!

A swing of his spear shockingly smashed onto THE Weavers even faster than they came!

BOOM!

The collision was catastrophic!

A paradoxical golden light of immensity buzzed around THE Weavers, their own authority trying to deflect the blow! But their faces showed calm fury as they were shockingly pushed back by Alexandros!

Pushed back!

Three Absolutes, even suppressed, forced to retreat by a single Fundamental Depth entity!

All of the surroundings darkened!

Alexandros revealed himself fully as a Chaosite!

His entire figure now burned with boundless Primordial Chaos! The toga he wore seemed to dissolve into streams of entropy that swirled around his muscular form! His golden eyes became voids filled with dying stars! His spear burned with the authority of endings that came before new beginnings!

Immense waves of Phonemes formed around him!

Chaos! Darkness! Endings!

They coalesced into dense Philologies that pressed against reality itself, constructs of linguistic authority refined over eons until they achieved perfection that modern practitioners could only dream of!

"NO FIGHTING ALLOWED BY ANY HOPLITES!"

His voice boomed across the shores with authority that made even THE Weavers pause!

"REGARDLESS OF WHAT POWER YOU HELD BEFORE!"

His spear pointed directly at the three decrepit figures.

"IF YOU WISH TO FIGHT, DO SO IN THE GLORY OF THE ARENA OR DURING DEBATES! UNTIL THEN... BEHAVE!"

The Chaos around him intensified until it felt like standing at the edge of a collapsing Existence!

"YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE MARKED AS DEPLORABLES!"

BOOM!

A glorious scene unfolded!

Absolutes knocked back by someone seemingly lesser than them!

THE Weavers floated in the air where they had been pushed, their golden eyes burning with calm fury that had no outlet. They could not attack. They could not pursue. They could not do anything without facing consequences within this domain’s rules.

They were bound by the same limitations as everyone else.

And someone of higher rank had just demonstrated exactly what those limitations meant.

Noah looked at this scene with shining eyes!

This place held boundless possibilities!

A domain where Absolutes could be challenged by those who had earned their standing through merit. Where external power meant nothing and internal refinement meant everything. Where THE Weavers, despite being genuine Absolutes outside these boundaries, were now merely Hoplites.

Just like him.

Just like Ul’moreth and Lumivara.

Equal in rank.

Equal in suppressed Depth.

But not equal in knowledge. Not equal in understanding. Not equal in the foundations they had built.

And in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment, those foundations were exactly what mattered.

Noah’s smile widened as he turned back toward the four archways.

And he whispered just for THE Weavers to hear...

"Wait for me, you old hags. Just wait for me to butcher you and eat you whole."

BOOM!

THE Weavers could wait for him to butcher them.

Their eyes flashed with a chilly light as they heard his words!

At this time, Noah went toward the gateway of The Glossarians as if THE Weavers had absolutely nothing to do with him.

After all, he couldn’t do anything against them right now.

An Absolute restricted to Surface Depth versus the current him right now? He wouldn’t be able to leave a scratch on them. Their accumulated knowledge, their refined techniques, their eons of Depth... all of that remained even when their raw power was suppressed.

What he needed to do was gain enough merit to become a Polemarch.

And be faster than THE Weavers at doing it.

Because with these entities at the level of Absolute, he knew they would quickly adapt in this place. They would use their terrifying power of understanding to gain merit and rapidly ascend through the ranks. They had existed for eons beyond counting. They had accumulated wisdom that most beings couldn’t even comprehend.

At that time, if he was slow...

They could challenge him in the arena or debates and butcher him instead!

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