Chapter 4793: You Could Never Be Me! II

The figure of Khaotikos the Unbound floated up and laughed madly!

His voice boomed out like bells of chaos!

"BAHAHA! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

Ontikos remained still, but his body flared with multicolored flames that had not been there before. The most stable structure in the Arena was experiencing agitation.

And Glossikos...

She looked toward Noah with a gaze as if she had been betrayed!

As if she asked... dude, what the fuck?!

If he was going to give away the Claim of The First Tongue, he was just with her bathing inside pools moments ago! He had contributed 9 new Phonemes! He had gone through all 9 Cycles of Katharsis! He had achieved the distinction of Absolute Immovable Object!

And now he was just... giving it away?!

What was most anger-inducing was the fact that none of them could even interfere in this battle or enter the Arena.

Unless...

Glossikos looked toward Paradoxos.

Paradoxos also turned to look at her.

And the two of them turned to look at the other two Absolutes on their thrones.

If all four of them came to the same decision, they could override the rules of anything in this domain!

Beings at this level communicated extremely fast. Glossikos and Paradoxos communicated with Khaotikos and Ontikos as they got closer and closer to the Arena boundary, asking for all four of them to be in agreement to open it up.

Whoever could get to the Heart first, it was fair game!

And yet...

"Bahaha... where’s the fun in that? NO!"

Khaotikos shockingly denied them!

Glossikos and Paradoxos looked toward him with anger that could have collapsed lesser beings.

They could only whip their heads back to observe.

A radiant book and Heart which represented the very Claim for The First Tongue was floating toward THE Weavers!

Now, with how every single Absolute who could not get their hands on it was reacting, one could understand how THE Weavers felt when they had the very thing that everybody wanted coming straight for them.

Their eyes seemed to pulse with disbelief and incredulity.

They didn’t even need to ascertain whether this was a trick or anything, because as Absolutes, they could feel it!

They could feel that Noah had truly and completely laid out his Claim in that Heart and in that Grimoire!

If they took it...

If they accepted the weight of that Way and Civilization...

They would effectively be holding the Claim to the very First Tongue.

One of THE Four!

THE Four!

OH!

"Mine! Mine!! MINE!"

BOOM!

All three bodies of THE Weavers surged with Immensity!

Their hands outstretched toward the book and the Heart! Even the three of them, which were the same person, were fighting over who could get their hands on it first.

"MINE!"

The joy and euphoria on the faces of THE Weavers was absolute.

Every single one of them grabbed hold of the Grimoire and Heart.

And they sensed it!

Unbelievably, they sensed the Claim to THE First Tongue in their hands!

Even now, as they held it right in their hands, they turned toward Noah at his open chest. He was looking at them calmly.

As if they were looking at him and shaking their heads while asking... what the fuck, man? This is like, really real?!

Thereafter, they only shook their heads as if to say, what a fucking buffoon that guy was!

The euphoria of The First Tongue was just that intense.

Because this effectively meant they would be in the rare company of entities like THE Creature and THE Living Paradox and THE Primordial Chaos!

As they held the Heart and Grimoire, Glossikos outside howled out with agony and valor as if she was seeing her lover taken by another right in front of her eyes.

Paradoxos had an extremely vile expression, both faces twisted with identical fury!

Khaotikos continued to laugh, but even his laughter had taken on an edge.

Ontikos remained still, but the multicolored flames around him blazed brighter.

And in the Arena, THE Weavers roared out...

"THE First Tongue is mine! Mine! I shall take it from the hands of the unworthy! I shall claim... THE First Tongue!"

THE Weavers cackled while saying such words.

Incandescent blue-gold light shone everywhere.

On the other side, Noah watched on with an imperious glare.

THE Weavers began to flicker with an endless light of Mana!

An Infinite light of Mana!

An Infinite light of The First Tongue!

And...

Shockingly, their cackling laughter came to a stop.

Their expressions changed soon after.

And in the next moment...

...!

"KAAAAA!"

An unfathomably piercing screech that could have shattered the Depth of any Fundamental entity boomed out!

The bodies of THE Weavers trembled.

At this moment, all of their golden pupils cracked and became hollow sockets.

"What is this?! WHAT IS THIS?! IT IS TOO MUCH!"

BOOM!

The cracks spread across their bodies in an unfathomable progression!

Shockingly, their very Depth seemed to be collapsing inward in an unfathomable manner!

Noah watched this scene with imperious eyes.

He took a single step and appeared right before THE Weavers.

Right before the storm of billowing brilliance!

He stood inches away from them.

They were holding both his Heart and Grimoire. Their Existence was collapsing in on itself. Every single one of them was trying to pry their hands away from his Heart and Grimoire as if they no longer wanted The First Tongue.

But their fingers would not obey.

The Claim had been accepted.

And now it was consuming them!

Because... what was the only reason Noah was able to lay a Claim on The First Tongue?

What did he have that nobody else held?

Noah’s figure shone with interminable glory as he spoke at this moment.

"You seek to hold and claim The First Tongue."

His voice came cold and absolute.

"But... do you hold any Infinities within you to bear the Infinity of The First Tongue?"

BOOM!

The words were akin to a death sentence!

THE Weavers turned their eyeless sockets to him!

He could see the incredulity, trepidation, and disbelief in their hollow gazes!

At this moment, he did not attack.

He did not even conjure up a single Seal.

Because THE Weavers... were bearing the full weight of THE First Tongue they sought to claim!

And yet they didn’t have any Infinity to back their Claim!

Their very Depth should be getting collapsed by the Immensity of THE First Tongue that permeated across all of Observable Existence.

The First Tongue was not merely a language.

It was the foundational authority of reality itself.

It permeated through every corner of Observable Existence.

It was spoken by countless beings across countless realms.

And the weight of all of that... was now pressing down on THE Weavers.

Without Infinity to bear it.

Without the capability to hold what they had so greedily grasped.

"This... is... impossible..."

Three voices croaked out at once.

Noah looked at them with lividity.

He raised his head imperiously.

"You try to claim what I have when you can’t even express a glimmer of who I am?"

His voice grew heavier.

"You threaten my dog?"

Heavier still.

"You try and kill my people?"

His eyes blazed with blue-gold fury.

"You have THE First Tongue before you, and you can’t even claim it!"

He took a step closer.

"You try to do what I did, when you could never do it!"

His voice became absolute.

"You... COULD NEVER BE ME!"

BOOM!

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