Chapter 4346: WONDER II

The golden sands of the Early Veiled Shore stretched endlessly in every direction, each grain containing fragments of compressed existence that pulsed with potential waiting to be harvested.

Noah stood at the center of this impossible sanctuary, his form casting no shadow because shadows implied limitation and his Shore had transcended such concepts!

Around him, his people, those who had chosen to follow his Way or been bound to it through various means…looked towards him with shining eyes!

Through their connections to him, through the clones and echoes that bound his Civilization together, they had observed his confrontation with Prime Dead Early Creatures. They had seen him harvest beings whose complexity exceeded 3 and 4 Quintillion! They had watched as he forced corpses entities of impossible might to kneel before his throne of crimson-gold flames.

It had been a glimpse. Just a glimpse of what the Way of the Mana Architect could accomplish when pushed to its limits.

And now, Noah’s voice rang out across the Shore with calm authority that made existence itself pay attention.

“That was a glimpse of The Way of the Mana Architect.”

Each syllable resonated through the Shore itself, through the Sacred Waters, Sands, through the Inevitabilities that had been planted like seeds and were growing into horrors beyond comprehension.

“Even those considered immensely powerful could fall against you. Continue refining and elevating yourselves across Edicts as I will also continue to modify The Way. Make your Mana Glyphs. Forge your complexity. Become worthy of The Way you follow!”

HUUM!

The command was delivered without harshness, but absolute obedience followed anyway.

His people bowed their heads in silent acknowledgment, then returned to their meditative states with renewed purpose.

The air around them began to shimmer as Mana flowed through them in patterns that grew more complex by the moment.

Noah watched them for a long moment, satisfaction flickering through his consciousness.

They were growing. Slowly, yes.

Far slower than he had grown, because they lacked his particular combinations of cheat codes and Principles and Everythings that had been consumed. But they were growing nonetheless, and that mattered.

Because he was growing his Civilization, and he could not be the only one strong.

A presence materialized beside him while he was lost in thought.

Khor.

The Inevitability who carried too many secrets stood next to him, her expression holding something Noah rarely saw from her.

Seriousness.

Her eyes, which usually held amusement or calculation, now focused on him with intensity.

“Are you trying to entice me into your Way of Existence, Outsider?”

The question was delivered without accusation, but it carried weight nonetheless.

Noah smiled at that as he shook his head.

“No,” he said simply, then elaborated because Khor deserved more than monosyllabic dismissal. “You used to be someone of the higher Scale of Existence. You know your Way. You’ve walked it for so long that it’s become inseparable from what you are. Trying to shift you onto my path would be like trying to redirect a river that’s been flowing in the same direction since before directions were invented.”

He paused, his gaze meeting hers steadily.

“You should stick to your Way. Hunger, however broken it might be now… it’s yours. And reclaiming it will make you far more powerful than anything I could offer. Well, maybe. My Way is turning out to be unfathomable so far. So, Maybe.”

…!

Maybe!

She loved to use this word, so he used it for her!

Khor studied him for a long moment, her expression cycling through emotions too subtle to name. Then, slowly, she nodded.

“I know, Outsider,” she said softly, looking out into the distance. “I know.”

She didn’t elaborate on what exactly she knew.

With Khor, it could have been a great deal of things.

They stood together in comfortable silence for a moment, two beings of impossible power simply existing side by side.

Then Noah patted her shoulder and turned away, his attention shifting toward another presence that called to him with different urgency.

Sigrid.

She stood near the edge of a forming Sacred Water pools, her form radiating pulses of Order.

Her white and dark hair shone with ordered brilliance alongside her eyes.

But right now, those eyes held uncertainty.

He appeared beside her.

“A lot of terrifying beings are going to be coming for you now.”

The statement was delivered with calm certainty, not meant to frighten but to prepare.

“You need to be as strong as possible,” Noah continued, his voice carrying gentle insistence rather than command. “Order has to be as strong as possible. What you represent…true Order, not the fragmented suffering thing that existed before, it cannot remain weak.”

WAA!

Sigrid nodded slowly, processing his words. Then, hesitantly, she spoke.

“Do you think…” she began, then paused, gathering courage to voice fears she’d been carrying. “Do you think my emergence had something to do with the fact that Order was Dead? Because my entire lineage… they had to give up their existence for the sake of my emergence. My parents, my grandparents, every ancestor going back to the beginning…all of them collapsed into nothingness so I could truly be born.”

Her voice grew smaller, barely heard above a whisper!

“My emergence was born from Death. Am I… am I just another Dead Existence, another part of THE Dead Order wearing the skin of something Living?”

BOOM!

A heavy question!

Noah reached out, his hand moving to stroke her hair with surprising gentleness.

“Nothing like that, and don’t worry about it too much,” he said, his tone holding certainty that allowed no argument. “Focus on what is ahead, because the current you and the future you is what matters the most. Whatever circumstances led to your birth, whatever sacrifices were made…they don’t define what you become. Only your choices do that.”

…!

His fingers continued their gentle motion through her hair, the action somehow grounding despite its simplicity.

“You are Living. You are Order. You are THE Living Order, even if you are not there yet. And you are going to become so powerful that the question of your origins will become irrelevant, okay?”

Sigrid looked up at him, her eyes shining brilliantly. Then, firmly, she nodded.

“Okay.”

The word was simple, but it carried conviction!

Noah smiled at that, satisfaction blooming in his chest. Then, his expression shifted into something more calculating as he made a decision.

“RUIN/EDEN,” he said, his voice carrying into spaces that normal speech couldn’t reach.

“Redirect the remaining Harvest from the Dead Existential Armors and Prime Dead Early Creatures. Much of it shall flow to THE Living Order.”

HUUM!

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