Chapter 4918: A Man Must Make Great Sacrifices I

When your own blood, when your only son was dissolving into a soup of undifferentiation in front of you, you may be panicked and regretful.

Noah was neither.

The more he understood existence, the more he realized he had been wrong about many things. It was great and all to protect others, to shield them from dangers that exceeded their capabilities, to use his power to ensure that those he cared about never faced threats that could end them. But if they had no power to protect themselves, if they relied entirely on his presence to survive, then everything was useless if a single accident occurred.

And existence was filled with accidents.

THE Living Paradox had just revealed that Primordial Architects and ancient Formless Terrors and slumbering Undivided Ones were waking across THE Prima Indifferentia. THE Entity continued to spread through THE Wastes and Primordial Realms with methodology that even THE Primordial Paradox could not fully counter.

Wars raged between beings of THE Five. Cracks appeared across Observable Existence flooding corruption everywhere.

What if Noah was occupied when danger came for his people?

What if he was fighting THE Living Paradox when something emerged from THE Prima Indifferentia to threaten THE Infiniverse?

What if an accident occurred and he simply was not there?

While he may not be hard on others, when it came to those closest to him, especially his son, he now realized he had to be stern for their own good. Kindness that produced weakness was not kindness at all. Protection that prevented growth was merely a different form of harm!

So even as his son looked at him with eyes that were asking why, oh why, as if his own son was accusing him of betrayal for bringing him to this place that sought to dissolve his existence into formless potential, Noah remained calm and did not interfere at all!

Henry’s form flickered between stability and dissolution, his features becoming indistinct as the infinite undifferentiation of THE Yggdrheim pressed against him from every direction. His hands, which had been cooking a meal moments ago, were becoming transparent. His blue-gold hair, the mark of his lineage, was losing its color as definition fled from his existence.

But Noah still had a soft spot.

He could not help but say words that might guide his son toward survival rather than simply watching him struggle without direction.

"You have my blood coursing through you."

His voice was slow and deliberate as it pressed against THE Yggdrheim itself.

"You have it easier than all others as you simply have to rely on this. Not even yourself, Boy."

...!

The moment after he said this, the dissolving Henry grit his teeth with determination that transcended the fear and confusion and sense of betrayal that had been flooding through him. His father’s words were a hint. A direction. A path toward survival that he had not perceived on his own.

His blood.

His lineage.

The inheritance that flowed through his veins from THE Genesis Monarch himself!

From the very strands of his existence, from the very lineage passed down to him through blood that carried the weight of Infinities, threads of blue-gold light began to burn with intensity that pushed back against the undifferentiation pressing inward. The threads were squeezed out by the threat of dissolution, forced to the surface by the survival instinct that recognized death approaching and demanded response.

The blue-gold light permeated across his blood first, racing through vessels that carried more than mere nutrients. It spread into his muscles, his bones, his foundations that had been wavering under THE Yggdrheim’s assault. It covered him entirely in a cocoon of inherited Infinity that his father’s existence had passed down without Henry ever realizing its full potential.

His dissolving body began to regenerate!

Where undifferentiation had been winning, where his form had been losing coherence, the blue-gold light of inherited Infinity pushed back with force that matched the realm’s assault. His features solidified. His hands regained their substance. His hair blazed with color that exceeded what it had held before.

He was infinitely beginning to fight back against undifferentiation!

So long as he continued to exist in this space, he would continue to fight this battle with his existence. The undifferentiation would press inward. His inherited Infinity would press outward. The two forces would war against each other endlessly, and in that war, Henry would either grow strong enough to win or eventually falter and be consumed.

But for now, he was surviving.

Henry emanated a heavy aura of Surface Depth at this moment that exceeded any normal Surface Depth entity that Noah had encountered. The inherited Infinity had awakened something within his son that had been dormant, potential that had been waiting for sufficient pressure to force its emergence. His foundations burned with blue-gold light of growth already beginning.

But Noah sensed it clearly.

If he exerted less than a decimal percentage of his power, his son would be collapsed instantly. The aura that seemed heavy by normal standards was nothing compared to what Noah possessed!

The Surface Depth that exceeded normal parameters was still Surface Depth, still the first rung on a ladder that stretched toward heights that Henry could not yet perceive.

It was not enough.

Not yet!

Henry looked at his father with a complex expression that held too many emotions to fully identify. He had truly felt the threat of collapse. He had genuinely believed, for several terrifying moments, that his father had brought him here to die. And now that he had survived, now that his inherited Infinity which was just pulling from his father’s infinity was utilized to preserve his existence, he did not know how to feel about what had just occurred.

He could not thank his father for nearly leaving him to collapse, right?

But he also could not show disrespect to his father, to the being who had aided in giving him life and the very blood that had just saved him. So he was in a difficult spot as he did not know what to say to his father, his mouth opening and closing without words emerging.

In that silence, Noah spoke with voice that held the weight of decisions already made.

"This is only the start, my son."

His eyes held no apology for what he had just put Henry through.

"You have to struggle. You have to pass through all sorts of adversity. Otherwise you will not truly live."

He stepped closer to his son with flames that seemed to embrace rather than threaten.

"I have realized that you and the others need to truly live. So what I can at least promise you is that you will not do this alone."

...!

After he said this, Noah waved his hands with authority that reached across the entirety of THE Infiniverse.

In the surroundings of THE Yggdrheim, many figures began to appear!

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