Chapter 5068: Obsession!

<On the Importance of Hobbies>

In retrospect, holding down a Proterozoic Scale Primordial Architect while his friend methodically butchered him was one of the more memorable bonding experiences Noah had in Observable Existence.

There is something to be said for shared activities.

Some friends cultivate together. Some explore Primordial Realms together. Some engage in philosophical discourse about the nature of Infinity and what it means for existence itself. Noah and Alexander chose to anchor a Second Scale torturer with nine spears while one of them systematically activated every pain receptor in his body across millions of years of subjective suffering.

Different strokes...for different folks.

The point is that one must make time for hobbies. Existence is long, particularly when one possesses Infinity, and the relationships that sustain a being across eons are not built through grand declarations or dramatic oaths alone.

They are built through moments. Through experiences. Through looking at one’s companion while he is elbow-deep in the chest cavity of a screaming Primordial Architect and thinking..."Yes. This is quality time."

It is said that friendship requires effort.

It is said that meaningful connections demand investment.

Noah held down a being at THE Second Scale so that his friend could repay millions of years of torture in kind, and he broadcast the entire thing across Observable Existence for everyone to see.

If that is not investment, what is?

Take time for your hobbies. Cherish your friendships. And if those hobbies happen to involve the systematic dismantling of those who wronged the people you care about, well.

At least you are doing it together.

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<Prima Indifferentia>

The multicolored seas of Prima Indifferentia embraced THE Living Emotive as she floated through waters that should not have existed in this ancient realm.

Her loose clothing billowed around her form, dark fabric spreading through the transformed liquid like ink dissolving in water. Her curvaceous body with its many blessings could barely be seen!

The Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity had reached even here, filling basins that had been empty since before differentiation taught existence how to distinguish itself. She swam with lazy strokes that suggested meditation rather than travel, her body drifting through warmth that pressed against her skin with authority she recognized as belonging to someone specific.

His authority, hs Infinity, his touch spreading across Observable Existence and reaching her here!

Above the transformed seas, illusory screens blazed with images that demanded her attention. They displayed a battlefield where multicolored seas had been erased entirely, where a massive Primordial Architect hung suspended by nine spears that should not have been capable of anchoring anything at THE Second Scale. They showed two figures standing upon that anchored form, one observing with tyrannical calm while the other worked with hands that had become crimson.

Osmont and a nobody by his side were torturing a Primordial Architect.

The manic light in Emotive’s eyes blazed brighter as she watched.

Her lips parted in expression that might have been smile or might have been hunger. The screens captured every detail with clarity that spared nothing. Beowulf’s screams. The guy’s precision. And Osmont, standing there with golden rivers of Observable force swirling around his form, overseeing the dismantling of a Primordial Architect.

He was magnificent! He was terrifying.

He was everything she had ever wanted and could not yet reach.

In Existence, there were many unique and talented beings scattered across Observable and Unobservable alike.

But those who made the most advancements were not always the most talented.

They were those with tremendous conviction. Those who believed in something so completely that reality itself bent around their certainty rather than the other way around. Those who looked at impossible gaps and saw only distances that had not yet been crossed. Talent mattered, certainly. Resources mattered!

But conviction was the multiplier that made everything else meaningful.

And even if crazy and unstable, even if broken in ways that others could not comprehend, there could be an entity so filled with conviction that their talent exceeded what many others could even imagine. Someone whose obsession became methodology, whose fixation became fuel, whose madness became the very foundation upon which impossible advancement was built.

THE Living Emotive was such an entity.

She knew this. Even if she was crazy, what if that craziness only added to her Civilization?

Her dark hair shone with light. Her eyes, locked onto the illusory screen displaying Noah’s golden-wrapped form, held intensity that would have unsettled anyone capable of perceiving it.

"To even get close to you, I will need to be so much more."

Her voice emerged soft and certain, words spoken to an image that could not hear them, to a man who did not know or care that she was watching, to an obsession.

"So with my Claim on Chaos, with my Bond to THE Creature and THE Living Paradox...I truly and fully pull on all the negative emotions across Observable Existence for the first time since THE Infinite Unfurling."

Her hands spread outward through the multicolored waters, fingers extended as if grasping something invisible.

"This time, all emotions where Chaos spreads. From Primordial Architects. From Undivided Ones. From anything in any corner of Observable Existence pertaining to emotions and the chaos they hold. From all of Existence and Paradox..."

Her eyes blazed with manic light that exceeded anything she had permitted herself to express before.

"Give them all to me."

BOOM!

Her body began to vibrate with frequencies that pressed against the transformed seas around her. The multicolored waters churned in response to what she was pulling toward herself, currents disrupting as something vast began converging upon her position from every corner of Observable Existence.

Hazy violet rivers formed in the air above the seas.

They came from every direction simultaneously, streams of condensed emotion flowing toward her form with inevitability that could not be resisted. Rage and despair and hatred and grief and jealousy and resentment, all of it pulled from beings who did not know they were being harvested, all of it converging upon THE Living Emotive as she floated in waters that belonged to the one she obsessed over.

But the violet rivers were not alone.

Golden rivers began forming alongside them, streams of Observable force that should not have been connected to emotional harvesting. They wound around the violet currents like companions that had always been meant to travel together, converging upon Emotive’s form with the same inevitability that governed the emotions she was claiming.

She was taking all emotions across Observable Existence at such a profound level that the very force of Observable began to flow into her. The connection between emotion and perception, between feeling and acknowledgment, between internal experience and external recognition, all of it was being pulled through her Claim with intensity that blurred the boundaries between different types of authority.

It was astounding how the same power, the same Claim, held by a different person could be used so uniquely.

Abaddon had held Chaos for eons beyond counting. He had used it to spread influence, to corrupt domains, to establish presence across Observable Existence without ever fully leveraging what it could accomplish. He had been content with what he possessed rather than hungry for what he could become.

THE Living Emotive was never content.

She was always hungry.

At this moment, Emotive radiated an aura that entirely exceeded any common Absolute at THE First Scale. The violet and golden rivers continued pouring into her form, each stream adding to foundations that were expanding beyond what her previous limitations had permitted. She was going toward distinctions others could only imagine, toward heights that beings with more stable minds would never attempt to reach.

The Broken Doll held a terrifying obsession and conviction.

At this time, she rose up in distinction while her eyes remained locked onto a man in an illusory screen whose entire body was surrounded by golden rivers of Observable. He did not know she was watching. He did not know she was growing. He did not know that every moment he spent becoming greater only intensified her determination to become greater alongside him.

She would reach him and she would stand beside him!

The violet and golden rivers continued converging upon her form as she floated in his transformed seas, her manic smile never wavering, her conviction never faltering, her obsession burning brighter than any stable mind could sustain!

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