Chapter 5085: Knowledge And Access V

Even though he had grandly proclaimed that he would find his own way, it was still hard.

The hours stretched into what felt like days within this perception extended toward infinity, and Noah found himself no closer to understanding how to touch THE Silurian Cause than he had been when Naldine first demonstrated the Modus Operandi. He theorized. He contemplated. He examined every unique aspect of his existence that might provide pathways traditional methodology did not account for.

The connection to Eon continued flooding him with Observable force even within this stretched moment, that golden light pressing against his foundations with density that should have been expanding his perception. But expansion was not comprehension. Having more did not mean understanding what he had.

So he talked.

Sharing information had proven surprisingly effective for processing his own thoughts, and Naldine proved to be an attentive listener despite her apparent frustration with his refusal to accept impossibility.

"The enemy that really gave me a wake up call was someone called The Devilish Time Unveiler..."

Noah threw the golden ball of Observable force upward again, watching it arc through their perception-space.

"That fucker made me very vindictive and cautious. Granted, some stupid mistakes were made on my part. Thinking back, my first tries of Temporal Traversals were due to him, though back then I had the little Dagger of Time..."

He caught the ball, his expression shifting into something approaching nostalgia despite the danger that memory represented.

"Oppenheimer was cool. I still keep up with this guy called Commander Feng that had his own unique fable. Dikastes of Extremity I did not much care for."

He threw the ball again.

"I did enjoy my progression across my Wheel of Existence the most. I was playing around with The Three Body Problem, True Sources. I set up Singed, Ordo Ab Chao, Outerversal, Oh, Megalos...and other unique constructs to enact my own Atlas."

Naldine listened to these fragments of history with expression that shifted through confusion into assessment. The names meant nothing to her, the contexts were absent, but she was piecing together a picture of someone whose path had been anything but conventional.

He continued telling Fables.

She stopped him at one point, her singularity-dotted eyes narrowing.

"Hold on."

Her voice emerged with sharpness that demanded clarification.

"Adelaide, Barbatos, Anna, Athena, Eowyn, Sigrid, Riya... Why did you form so many potential points of weakness just for yourself?"

She rose from where she had been seated within their perception-space, her form radiating disapproval.

"Primordial Architects have no need for and do not bother with copulation for the most part, unless you are Beowulf. But why so many? Your enemies could hold you hostage just by pulling on threads of those you are emotionally attached to the most."

Her arms crossed over her chest.

"I would reduce this and keep your focus on your Civilization and Existence. Those with a singular focus find themselves always more determined. Attachments divide attention. Divided attention invites failure."

She said such dangerous words to Noah.

He smiled and shook his head as if she would not understand. The suggestion that he should reduce his connections, that he should sever bonds he had formed across spans of existence that most beings could not comprehend, it revealed a fundamental misunderstanding of what those connections meant to him.

They were not weaknesses.

They were reasons.

But explaining that to someone who had never experienced what he had experienced would be like explaining color to one who had never possessed sight.

He did ask her something else instead.

"You have never copulated, yes?"

His voice held no mockery, only genuine curiosity.

"You would not understand. I could expand your perspective on this and teach you regarding Dual Cultivation. It has solved many problems for me."

...!

Naldine looked at him calmly at such words.

Her expression did not shift into embarrassment or offense. She observed him with assessment that suggested she was considering his statement from angles he had not anticipated.

"The act itself can be considered nothing or mean everything."

Her voice emerged measured, almost clinical.

"You essentially allow yourself to be extremely vulnerable with your existence to another. Existences are fickle. If someone grasps your weavings at your weakest, they could do whatever they wished."

She gestured toward him with one hand.

"You are filled with Infinities. While it is a wonder you have not gone mad, letting you anywhere near me might cause THE Gamaidjan to envelop my existence."

Her singularity-dotted eyes held something that might have been caution beneath their imperious allure.

"And I do not wish to go mad with Infinity. Not anytime soon."

Noah shook his head at these words.

"The Great Naldine Manthon is afraid of my Infinity. Understood."

He found her concern more amusing than offensive.

"If ever you want to change that misconception, let me know. I am ninety percent sure I could take you past the Calymmian Tier of THE Proterozoic Scale with Dual Cultivation."

Naldine smiled at such words.

"You think existence is that easy? THE Proterozoic Scale is that easy?"

Noah looked at her with eyes that blazed with certainty most beings could not possess.

"Yes?"

The word emerged as statement rather than question.

"In the last day, I have gone from Absolute to have another body of mine form multiple Proterozoic Bones and an Organ. This Ozymandias that I pulled out here. I myself..."

He paused, considering how much to reveal.

"Well, I have made my own accomplishments I will not freely mention. But yes. Existence and progression can be easy even with all the adversity."

He threw the golden ball upward again.

"Some time ago, I was trapped in Hell Terra Firma, a place where I had no access to any authority. I should have struggled, but I made it easy."

He caught the ball.

"Even all of this right now. All the adversity that surrounds me and all that will come. It will try to break me, yes, but I wholly believe I will make it easy."

His smile widened into something that held darkness beneath its apparent confidence.

"If I stumble and fail, I can always fuck things up for everyone and break time itself."

...!

He said such words casually, as if shattering the temporal foundations of Observable Existence was merely a contingency plan!

Naldine frowned at this declaration.

She wondered if his madness of Infinity was showing through here, if the integration that allowed him to channel impossible forces also permitted thoughts that no sane existence should entertain. Breaking time itself. Fucking things up for everyone. These were not the statements of someone operating within normal parameters of reason.

But then again, nothing about him operated within normal parameters.

She sighed with breath that existed only in perception.

"You mention making things easy as if adversity is merely inconvenience to be dismissed."

Her voice emerged with weight that pressed against his casual confidence.

"I have faced adversity that could not be made easy...."

Her singularity-dotted eyes held memory that she rarely permitted to surface.

"Perhaps your path has been different. Perhaps your Infinity permits confidence that others cannot possess. But do not assume that easy is universal. Some adversity exists specifically to break those who believe themselves unbreakable."

...!

And like this, while sharing knowledge and experience and perspectives that emerged from classifications that should never have been capable of communication, days began to pass in their perception of infinity.

Noah thought about the many potential paths he could take to learn how to utilize a Pulse of The Scales.

He could focus on expanding his Hadean Bone saturation through Ozymandias, pushing toward configurations that might serve as equivalent to the eighty-five percent Proterozoic threshold traditional methodology demanded. But that would require objective time he did not currently possess.

He could attempt to leverage his connection to Eon more aggressively. But he did not know if such a thing was possible through the Quintessence Infiniforce pathways.

He could try to find THE Silurian Cause directly, touching the source as the ancient saying suggested. But First Causes were not entities one could simply locate and approach.

He could attempt to channel THE Silurian Light through pure Infinity, bypassing the requirements entirely through impossible methodology that recognized no ceilings. But he did not know...

Each path held uncertainty.

Each path held risk.

Each path required something he was not certain he possessed.

It was an arduous and hard task.

But as the days of perception continued stretching within that single instant of objective time, Noah found himself no less determined despite the difficulty pressing against his awareness.

He would find his way.

He always did!

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