Chapter 4912: Echoes! I

One grand positive was the immense and unknown levels of harvest he was about to receive from the actions of THE Living Paradox. This entity did not only allow his Infinities to spread across the process he was carrying out. He actively amplified it, pulling Noah’s authority into the corrupted proto-matter with enthusiasm that bordered on madness.

THE Living Paradox smiled at his words as he said with a voice of wistfulness.

"What is coming next is something that even I cannot say for sure I understand."

He looked around at the swirling mixture of corrupted proto-matter and Infinite Seals that surrounded them both.

"There is still so much that I want to learn and grasp. There is still so much about existing that I have no idea about. There are THE Vakochev Scales of Existence that confound me as I ask myself..."

His eyes blazed with that familiar glory.

"Just who the fuck is this Vakochev? And how are his higher Scales of Civilization structured? What gave him the right to put his name on THE Scales of Existence? There are so many things that I want to know, and I feel like I am only at the foot of an extremely tall and endless mountain."

He spread his hands wide.

"I am but a peasant, but I am grand."

His voice dropped to something almost reverent.

"I am... Paradox."

BOOM!

With such words, and trying to be the one who squeezed in the last words as if it were a competition, the figure of THE Living Paradox began to fade from the space between spaces. His beggar-like form dissolved into the swirling mixture of corruption and Infinity that had surrounded them throughout their conversation, his smile the last thing to disappear as the illusory realm they had occupied started to disperse.

Noah felt his consciousness returning as the weavings of existence continued to unfold all around him. The space between spaces collapsed back into normal reality, and his awareness flowed back toward the body that had been conversing with THE Mnemonic Leviathan in the stellar seas of Muspelheim.

And prompts bloomed before his eyes with weight that exceeded anything he had witnessed before.

|Unquantifiable Harvest Accumulating|

|An unprecedented and quintessential harvest is already being accumulated as the weavings of your Infinities are being freely allowed to integrate into corrupted paradoxical proto-matter. The changes induced by this proto-matter across Observable Existence and THE Prima Indifferentia will have your Infinities as one of the foundational basis of these changes. This integration will provide unfathomable, Infinite potential for your Civilization, but whatever things arise, whatever transformations are induced in different weavings of existence, remain unknown and unpredictable. Are you sure that you wish to proceed?|

RUINATION asked this question of him in the form of prompts, her analytical nature demanding confirmation before allowing such a momentous process to continue unchecked.

Noah smiled lightly as the portion of consciousness that had been talking to THE Living Paradox fully returned to the body of his that floated before THE Mnemonic Leviathan.

He spoke with voice that held absolute certainty.

"Whatever is influenced by my Infinities, I will hold sway over it. Whether these new weavings know it or not, they will carry my signature within their foundations. And what I will gain from this will be even more immeasurable than what I give."

His eyes blazed with blue-gold light.

"So let it spread. Let it spread infinitely!"

BOOM!

The moment he said this, the stellar seas of Muspelheim around him erupted with radiance.

Multicolored rivers of Infinite harvest began to gush from every direction, surging toward his existence with force that made the very foundations of THE Infiniverse tremble. The rivers were composed of every color that existence could perceive and many that it couldn’t, each stream carrying authority and potential that flowed into his foundations like tributaries joining a vast ocean.

This was only what could be perceived!

There was much more that others could not even sense, invisible currents of harvest that flowed beneath the surface of reality itself, integrating into his existence. Noah felt profound changes within his existence and foundation at this moment, transformations that went beyond mere accumulation of power into something that bordered on fundamental reconstruction.

|Irreversible Step Taken|

|You have taken a grand and irreversible step as THE Genesis Monarch of THE First Tongue. All harvest from the utilization of THE First Tongue across Observable Existence is now unlocked for you to freely receive. Based on your directions, the weavings of the Existential Tariffs for the usage of THE First Tongue have been restructured.|

|Aspect of Paradox: Existential Tariff increased to 5000%|

|Aspect of Chaos: Existential Tariff increased to 1000%|

|Aspect of Existence: Existential Tariff increased to 1000%|

|Already, the harvest being collected from multiple sources due to recent actions across Observable Existence and THE Prima Indifferentia has been accepted as Infinite potential into your foundation. The weight and Immensity of your Fundamental Depth has jumped from being equivalent to THE Primordial Paradox and THE Creature before they became Absolutes, to now being equivalent to 3 times the Immensity of the foundations they held at Fundamental Depth.|

BOOM!

Noah felt his Immensity and existence surging upward exponentially, his foundations expanding with weight that pressed against the very concept of limitation itself. The multicolored rivers of harvest continued to flow into him without end, each moment bringing more potential that integrated into his Infinite nature and made it even more Infinite than before.

And he did not even have to wonder whether he had made a mistake or if he had made the correct decision.

Could he have truly said no to all this?

And all this was just the beginning!

Whatever did arise from the inclusion of his Infinities across Observable Existence, the peril and opportunity that would rise from it would go hand in hand. THE Living Paradox had been right about one thing at least, even if Noah hated to admit it.

Adversity was the name of the game.

So let it come!

He would welcome it with open hands!

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