Chapter 4801: THE Weaver of Existence II

|Domain Entry Confirmed|

|You have entered THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers.|

|Palace Name: The Loom of Ended Threads|

|This is a place that only you have access to.|

|Only you alone can enter.|

|Due to the power of an Absolute that made up this domain in their death, the concept of time barely passes within this space for now.|

|Take what is yours.|

|Become what they could not stop you from becoming.|

These were the words that Noah saw as soon as he entered the construct that rose up from the decimation of THE Weavers.

A vast hall stretched before him where golden threads hung from a ceiling that could not be seen.

The threads descended endlessly, some thick as ropes, others thin as spider silk. They swayed gently despite the absence of wind, each one pulsing with faint light that spoke of lives touched and altered. Some threads were frayed at the ends where they had been cut. Others remained intact but dulled, as if the fates they represented had simply... ended.

The hall extended in all directions beyond what normal perception could track. It was not merely large. It was conceptually vast. A space that contained the accumulated work of an Absolute across eons of existence.

|Location Identified|

|You have arrived in the Treasury of Severed Fates.|

|Each thread represents a fate that THE Weavers cut during their existence.|

|Countless destinies, ended or altered at their whim.|

|Emperors who should have risen, struck down before their time.|

|Civilizations that should have flourished, unraveled before they could bloom.|

|Loves that should have lasted, severed before they could begin.|

|All of it hangs here.|

|All of it is now yours to witness.|

The atmosphere pressed against Noah with weight that transcended physical sensation.

The sound of scissors cutting echoed constantly, though no source could be found.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

The rhythm was relentless, the phantom labor of THE Weavers continuing even after their collapse. As if the Palace remembered their work and could not stop performing it.

Threads of light drifted through corridors that branched off from the main hall. Remnants of fates that were being woven at the moment of death. They floated aimlessly now, incomplete destinies that would never be finished.

The air smelled of aged parchment and copper.

The scent of blood and destiny intertwined.

Noah walked through this place calmly.

His steps rang out against a floor made from crystallized fate-thread, each footfall sending ripples of golden light spreading outward. The sound echoed through the vast space, announcing his presence to a Palace that already knew he was there.

His gaze went toward floating items at the very center of this place.

They hovered before a massive doorway that seemed to lead to another chamber entirely. The items radiated power that made the surrounding threads tremble in response. They were the tools of an Absolute. The weapons of beings who had shaped fate across Observable Existence.

And now they waited for their new master.

|Loot Assessment Complete|

|You have obtained the following items that you can freely grasp and take into your existence as the victor over the collapsed Absolute:|

|Primary Items:|

|The Golden Scissors of Fate (Three Sets)|

|Classification: Absolute-tier Artifacts|

|Description: The signature weapons of THE Weavers. Each set can cut through anything, including Declarations, Ways, and even aspects of reality itself. One set per body they possessed.|

|Special Capability: Combined, they can sever connections between an entity and their Claim. This includes severing an Absolute from their authority over Observable Existence, but that is impossibly hard.|

|Warning: Wielding requires sufficient Depth to bear their weight. Current assessment: Partial utilization possible.|

|THE Axiom of Absolute Denial (Almost Complete)|

|Classification: Nearly Complete Axiom|

|Description: A weapon Paradoxos lent to THE Weavers before the battle. Missing only a few fragments to achieve wholeness.|

|Current Capability: Can deny anything the wielder wishes, though with limitations due to incompleteness. Denial strength scales with wielder’s Depth.|

|Full Capability (if completed): Absolute invincibility against anything below full Absolute Depth. Complete denial of any attack, Declaration, or reality alteration directed at the wielder. Denial of Embodiments...|

|Note: Fragments required for completion are scattered across Observable Existence. Locations unknown.|

|The Musing of Observable Existence|

|Classification: Absolute-tier Intelligence Artifact|

|Description: A woven map of all fates THE Weavers had touched across their existence. Shows connections between beings, events, and destinies across Observable Existence.|

|Capability: Can be used to understand the web of causality. Can track beings across dimensional boundaries through their fate-threads.|

|Warning: The map is vast. Full comprehension requires extensive study.|

|The Thread of THE Living Paradox|

|Classification: Connection Artifact|

|Description: A single golden thread that connects to THE Living Paradox himself. THE Weavers maintained this connection as proof of their servitude.|

|Warning: This thread is a two-way connection. Claiming it may alert THE Living Paradox to your location and status. Handle with extreme caution.|

|The Loom of Minor Destinies|

|Classification: Fate Manipulation Tool|

|Description: A smaller loom used for manipulating fates of lesser beings. Can alter the destiny of anyone below Absolute Depth.|

|Requirement: Requires thread harvested from the target’s existence to function. Thread must be obtained through direct contact or combat.|

|Secondary Items:|

|Countless spools of fate-thread harvested from collapsed beings across eons.|

|Scissors of various sizes for different scales of destiny manipulation.|

|Preserved "knots" representing pivotal moments THE Weavers prevented from occurring.|

|A collection of "unraveled" Ways, taken from entities they collapsed before you.|

...!

The prompts were abundant.

But Noah kept his gaze forward as he took his steps lightly to arrive before the objects radiating heart-shaking power.

Now, he had seen a lot of treasures and loot over the many months and years.

But some loot you looked at and you simply felt your heart skip a beat.

He felt this way toward the Golden Scissors that floated in triplicate, their blades gleaming with light that seemed to cut the very air around them.

He felt this way toward THE Axiom of Absolute Denial.

The almost complete Axiom appeared as a crystalline construct of impossible geometry. It was simultaneously a sphere and a cube and shapes that had no names. Its surface was obsidian threaded with gold, and within its depths, the concept of DENIAL swirled in patterns that hurt to observe directly.

Where fragments were missing, the structure showed gaps that looked like wounds in reality itself. Incomplete. Hungry. Waiting to be whole.

Noah waved his hand.

Power surged from his existence as he collected every single one of the secondary items. Spools of fate-thread flowed into his foundations. Scissors of various sizes disappeared into his Grimoire. Knots and unraveled Ways merged with his Civilization. All the other loot apart from the Thread of THE Living Paradox

But the Golden Scissors and the almost complete Axiom resisted his collection.

They acknowledged his victory.

But they did not yet acknowledge his capability to wield them.

Noah reached out to grasp THE Axiom of Absolute Denial directly.

The moment his fingers touched its surface...

Even with how heavy and vast he was at this very moment, this Axiom still felt unfathomably heavy to pick up and utilize.

It was like trying to lift a mountain with fingers meant for feathers.

It was like grasping at concepts too large for his current foundations to contain.

The Axiom was telling him that his Depth was still a ways off.

But he knew that this would not be the case for long.

He was still absorbing the Absolute Depth of the collapsed Weavers. His foundations were still rising. His Weight was still increasing.

Soon.

But even though he was looking at loot that caused his heart to skip a beat, this was actually not the main thing that he was looking for in this place.

Not after he had talked to THE Secretive Eon.

When an Absolute died, Existence mourned.

He knew the sheer absurdity of power that Absolutes wielded. Even though none of them held a Claim to the Oldest Paradox like THE Four did, their Claim was the very Civilization that they took from THE Surface Depth all the way to THE Absolute Depth.

It quite literally permeated across Observable Existence.

He seemed to have underestimated just how intricate this connection with Absolutes was.

So at this moment, he left the dazzling floating loot remaining in this room.

He proceeded even further in.

Pushing past the golden doorway, he arrived in another place.

That loot was completely his and would remain there. As his Depth rose, he would return to grasp all of it and study its utilizations.

The new place he arrived into was even more wondrous than the last.

|Location Identified|

|You have arrived in the Throne of Woven Closure.|

|This place is both the grandest and saddest domain within the Palace.|

|It represents the very Civilization that THE Weavers stood for.|

|They held a mixture of Paradox within them, but the core of their path was Fate.|

|As Absolutes, THE Weavers had the Weavings of their fates integrated across Observable Existence.|

|To the extent that they were even interlinked with Logos and Philologies relating to fates and destinies.|

|They were not merely powerful beings.|

|They were part of how Existence understood the concept of Fate itself.|

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