Chapter 4773: THE Villa Dei Boscoreale I

Existence moved in cycles.

Birth and death. Rise and fall. Beginning and ending, only to begin again.

Noah had come to understand this truth deeply across his journey. Every event led to another. Every action created reactions that rippled outward to touch things that seemed entirely unrelated. Every choice opened doors while closing others, and those closed doors would eventually open again in different forms.

One had to be an active participant in Existence in order to enjoy the boons of Existence.

Those who sat idle, waiting for opportunities to come to them, would wait forever. Existence rewarded movement. It rewarded engagement. It rewarded those who stepped forward and seized what they wanted rather than hoping it would be given.

Before THE Fallout and even now, Noah continued to actively move with Existence as events unfolded.

And those events had now brought him to THE Vault of Ginnungagap, albeit in a different form than he had originally expected.

He had expected to see THE Vaults of Ginnungagap in The Infinite Unfurling. That had been the plan. Before THE Primordial Chaos offered him a choice.

His traversal was ended short before he could go.

And now, eons later, here he was!

Not through Temporal Traversal. Not through the methods he had originally intended.

The cycles of Existence were strange like that!

When he thought about Temporal Traversal and its possibility right now...

|The capability of Temporal Traversal still persists within your arsenal.|

|It carries heavy influence in THE Existential Paradox Loop.|

|Current Status:|

|Utilizing Temporal Traversal for movement to the Earliest Folds or Infinite Unfurling before the emergence of THE Fallout is nearly impossible.|

|THE Fallout has created temporal barriers that resist penetration.|

|The corruption extends across time as well as space.|

|Attempting traversal to pre-Fallout eras risks catastrophic paradox formation.|

|Analysis:|

|Feasibility studies are still being conducted.|

|Potential methods of circumvention are being explored.|

|Current recommendation: Focus on present opportunities rather than past destinations.|

|What you sought in the past has manifested in the present.|

|Perhaps...this was always the intended path.|

...!

Noah regarded the prompts calmly.

Then he looked out at the surroundings the Polemarch had brought them to.

They seemed to have arrived inside a bronze hall stretching out into the distance.

The architecture was ancient beyond measure. Inscriptions covered every surface, Phonemes of The First Tongue arranged in patterns that spoke of knowledge accumulated across eternities of study.

The hall led to a massive villa visible in the distance.

Grand columns supported a structure that seemed to have been designed for beings far larger than those currently walking these corridors. Terraces and balconies extended outward at various levels. Windows of crystallized language filtered light that came from no discernible source.

Around the hall, seas of blue-gold Phonemes flowed all around!

Rivers of authority that carried meanings Noah could read if he focused. They swirled past in endless streams, each one representing concepts and ideas that had been refined across eons of Glossarian scholarship.

Noah could already feel his Seal of Harvest buzzing.

There was so much to collect here. So much knowledge. So much authority. So much potential harvest waiting to be gathered by one who knew how to take it.

Skoll rubbed against his leg with enthusiasm.

The transformed Duke’s neon flames flickered happily as he pressed his massive form against Noah’s side. He didn’t understand where they were or why they had been brought here. He simply wanted to be close to his Master.

Before them, the Polemarchs turned to face the group.

The Polemarch whose entire body was made up of countless blue-gold pages stepped forward. Her form rustled with every movement, inscriptions shifting across her surface. She gave a slight bow that spoke of respect rather than subservience.

"Polemarch Lunaris greets The One Who Laid The Claim."

Her voice emerged like pages turning in an ancient library.

"I brought you here first because out of THE Four, you are the last one to have crossed this Nexus of the Primordial Realms."

Her page-like eyes met his directly.

"THE Creature, THE Primordial Chaos, and THE Living Paradox have all crossed here various times in the Infinite Unfurling. They walked these halls when the Vaults were not yet corrupted. They contributed to what we have built. They took what they needed and left marks upon our society that persist to this day."

She paused.

"And while THE Agora of Primordial Judgment has set rules to be followed, THE Change corrupted many things. There could be a great deal of differences between what they experienced and what you will experience. Much has altered since those ancient times."

Her form straightened.

"So until everything is ascertained, it is the job of any Glossarian to ensure the safety of THE Glossarian."

BOOM!

THE Glossarian!

Noah gained another distinction so easily!

The words of Lunaris were heavy ones! She was not merely calling him a member of their philosophical school. She was designating him as THE Glossarian. The supreme representative of their Way.

All of THE Four had passed here before him.

Was this the place where they also forged their foundations? Was this ancient Nexus Point one of the crucibles that had shaped the most powerful beings in Observable Existence?

As he thought of this, he nodded.

Then he turned his gaze toward the distant villa.

"I have a few things that I wish to accomplish here."

His voice came measured and direct.

"I have an Absolute that came in with me. One Absolute with three separate bodies who has gone ahead to the Paradoxians."

His eyes blazed with calculation.

"What do I need to watch out for if I wish to speedily collapse them before they earn enough Merit to reclaim all their power? I should have enough Merit to exceed the distinction of a Lochagos, but there seems to be certain conditions I have yet to meet."

...!

He asked an equally heavy question!

Ophelia, Lunaris, and the other Polemarchs in this region frowned with concern at his words. Collapsing an Absolute, even one suppressed, was no simple task. The implications of such an endeavor were vast.

At this time, Ul’moreth spoke up with his deep and heavy voice.

Vibrant obsidian-gold light flowed around the ancient Ginnu Lifeform as he stepped forward. His countless hairs rippled with the weight of what he was about to share.

"My senses are unique ones, Scale Breaker."

His veiled eyes turned toward the distant reaches of the domain.

"I cannot say definitely, but apart from THE Weavers... there should be 4 other Absolutes here."

His voice grew heavier.

"I can feel their heat as if they were blinding suns. It was how I was able to locate Little Lumivara who was being stalked by Gilgamesh and THE Weavers."

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