Chapter 4605: The First Lesson V

How did one suppress a Way of Existence?

This was a fundamental question that entities across all eras and territories had grappled with when facing opponents whose power seemed insurmountable.

The answer, like most profound truths, was both simple and extraordinarily complex.

One could suppress a Way of Existence through overwhelming superiority in the same domain. Fire could be extinguished by greater Fire. Water could be absorbed by vaster Water. This was the brute force approach, requiring exponentially more power than the opponent possessed.

Or one could suppress a Way through opposing principles. Fire countered by Water. Chaos balanced by Order. Lightning grounded by Earth. This was the strategic approach, requiring deep understanding of fundamental interactions.

Or one could suppress a Way by denying it expression entirely. Not through opposition but through removal of the stage upon which it performed. A swordsman rendered ineffective not by superior swordsmanship but by being placed in a space where swords could not exist.

This final method was the most elegant and the most difficult to achieve.

It required understanding not just what the Way was, but what allowed it to function at all.

And then systematically removing those foundational permissions until nothing remained but potential without manifestation.

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Inside The Primordial Genesis Arena, Noah’s body moved with building confidence as he became increasingly familiar with the four Logos inscribed across his flesh.

Raijin’s attacks came with devastating variety now that lightning proved ineffective.

The warrior monk had shifted tactics entirely, abandoning his signature element and instead wielding multiple Singularity Principles that had nothing to do with electrical phenomena.

He manifested the Singularity Principle of Crushing Gravity, and Noah felt his bones compress under impossible weight of THE Civilizational Authority until the Logos of Fortification on his forearm blazed brighter and bore the load.

He invoked the Singularity Principle of Spatial Severing, and reality itself tried to cut Noah into component pieces until the Logos of Elevation on his chest elevated his existential density to withstand the attack.

He called upon the Singularity Principle of Temporal Decay with his Civilizational Authority, attempting to age Noah’s Existence into dust across compressed centuries, but the combined defensive Logos held firm against even this assault.

Each attack pushed Noah backward across the vast arena floor, forcing him to give ground despite his inscribed protections.

The Logos absorbed tremendous punishment but could not completely negate the fundamental power differential between Pre-THE and THE classification.

But as Noah defended desperately against this onslaught, he moved to usher in a new wave of possibilities.

He had performed the difficult and nearly impossible task of Inscription first, writing Logos directly onto his own flesh.

But when it came to simply speaking Logos by arranging variations of Phonemes in proper grammatical patterns and uttering them aloud, that came even more naturally to him.

His Way was The First Tongue itself. Speaking it should be as instinctive as breathing.

So as another wave of Spatial Severing crashed toward him, Noah opened his mouth and spoke his first complete Logos in combat.

He combined the Phonemes of Unity, Order, Space, and Ending into the Logos of Coherent Wholeness.

The word left his mouth with concentrated authority, declaring that his Existence remained unified and could not be separated into pieces.

The Spatial Severing crashed against this spoken declaration and shattered.

Raijin’s eyes widened with shock as his THE Civilizational Authority was casually nullified by a single word.

Noah smiled as understanding flooded through him.

This was it. This was the bridge he needed to build.

Not just inscribed Logos for permanent enhancement, but spoken Logos for dynamic response to whatever the opponent attempted.

He felt like he was constructing that bridge between Pre-THE and THE with every word he spoke, every linguistic pattern he mastered through actual combat application.

Because so often, many entities were too scared to attempt something or convinced themselves they could never accomplish it.

But unless one actually attempted the impossible, they would never discover their true limits.

As Raijin manifested the Singularity Principle of Molecular Disintegration with his THE Civilizational Authority, Noah spoke the Logos of Structural Permanence combining Earth, Life, Order, and Unity.

His body refused to disintegrate because the language of Existence itself declared his structure permanent.

As Raijin invoked the Singularity Principle of Conceptual Erasure attempting to remove Noah from reality’s memory, Noah spoke the Logos of Undeniable Presence combining Light, Beginning, Fire, and Paradox.

Reality could not forget him because his presence was linguistically undeniable.

With each spoken Logos, Noah’s confidence grew exponentially.

And then, as he successfully rebuked another devastating attack from THE Surface Depth entity, his figure began moving forward with genuine purpose and building tyranny.

His mind raced with strategic calculation.

How could he actually suppress this THE entity rather than just defending indefinitely?

He did not necessarily need to somehow penetrate Raijin’s defenses and collapse his entire Way. That was far too difficult given the power differential.

But... had he not observed many prisons outside this very arena?

Had Ul’moreth not explained in explicit detail exactly how THE entities were imprisoned using specific Logos working in systematic harmony?

So what if Noah simply adopted that methodology of suppression and created his own personal cage specifically designed to contain THE classification entities?

It was not his personal power making any of this possible. It was the power of The First Tongue itself providing the bridge.

But wasn’t he The First Tongue made manifest? Wasn’t his Way fundamentally identical to the source language?

With this realization crystallizing into decisive action, Noah’s movements became purposeful and rapid.

He began forming the seven Logos that comprised the prison cages exactly as Ul’moreth had explained their structure and function.

The Logos of Absolute Separation combining Void, Division, and Space.

The Logos of Predetermined Failure combining Order, Unity, and Ending.

The Logos of Temporal Constraint combining Time, Beginning, and Order.

Even though these Logos seemed relatively simple with only three Phonemes each, they possessed their own difficulty in proper grammatical construction.

The Logos of Self-Destructive Force combining Fire, Death, and Chaos.

The Logos of Living Structure combining Life, Unity, and Water.

The Logos of Mutual Blindness combining Darkness, Void, and Paradox.

And the Master Keystone Logos combining all eighteen Phonemes in the specific pattern that bound everything together.

After he felt confident he could speak each one with proper pronunciation and grammatical flow, Noah raised his right hand with deliberate intent.

In his palm, something began to manifest.

A stick.

Simple. Unadorned. Wooden in appearance.

A stick.

The Goad. The implement connected directly to THE Creature’s First Lesson, the teaching method used to instruct and discipline those learning fundamental truths.

But at this moment, Noah’s eyes blazed with determination as he spoke aloud with voice carrying absolute conviction.

No longer would it have any connection with THE Creature.

"This will be my First Lesson to a THE entity. My Goad. My First Lesson."

The moment those words left his mouth, the stick transformed dramatically.

It became filled with his Way, shining with brilliant blue gold radiance that illuminated the entire vast arena.

It burned with pure Primus Mana, the undifferentiated source from which all specialization emerged.

It pulsed with Pure First Tongue, the language of Existence given physical form.

Thereafter, Noah began the process of Inscription.

Using the blazing Phoneme of Fire still active on his fingertip, he started writing the prison Logos directly onto the surface of The Goad.

The first Logos of Absolute Separation manifested along the stick’s length, glowing with deep purple radiance.

The second Logos of Predetermined Failure wrapped around it in silver white spirals.

The third Logos of Temporal Constraint pulsed with golden amber light.

But as Noah inscribed this third Logos, The Goad trembled violently as if the wooden implement could not sustain any additional linguistic weight without shattering.

Noah nodded with understanding. Three inscribed Logos seemed to be the maximum this manifestation could bear.

He proceeded to speak aloud the remaining four prison Logos that Ul’moreth had described and that he himself had observed on the actual cages.

His voice rang out across the arena with building authority.

|Logos of Self-Destructive Force!| The words manifested as crimson and black energy swirling around Raijin’s position.

|Logos of Living Structure!| Emerald green light formed barriers that adapted and flowed.

|Logos of Mutual Blindness!| Pale violet concealment wrapped around the target.

|Master Keystone Logos!| Prismatic radiance bound all seven Logos together into unified whole.

These rulings of The First Tongue, these declarations of how reality would function within their influence, began actively surrounding Raijin Katsuro despite his attempts to resist.

Despite his billowing THE Civilizational Authority!

And as the linguistic prison took shape, Noah raised The Goad high and swung it downward with purposeful force.

The stick enlarged dramatically as it descended, growing to become twice as massive as Raijin’s transformed twelve-foot form.

It had become a weapon of judgment, reality itself condensed into a tool for delivering The First Lesson!

Raijinn roared as the grandeur of a Genesis Principle burned all around him!

HUUUM!

The scene unfolded with terrible beauty.

Noah gradually cornered the THE entity through systematic application of The First Tongue, each spoken and inscribed Logos reducing Raijin’s capacity to express his overwhelming power.

The light of the Gensis Principle he was trying to express could not be fully called out!

The Logos of Absolute Separation prevented him from drawing upon external resources or receiving support from his Civilization.

The Logos of Predetermined Failure ensured any attempt to break free concluded in failure before it could fully manifest.

The Logos of Temporal Constraint locked his perception of time into linear flow, preventing temporal manipulation.

The Logos of Self-Destructive Force turned his own strength against him whenever he attempted to force his Way through the barriers that had begun forming and closing in around him!

His lightning...was becoming contained.

His Sovereignty was becoming suprressed by The First Tongue itself.

He was being told but his glorious Civilizational Authority that could impose itself on existence...could actually not impose itself here. Because an entity had been rewriting the very rulings of Existence to be completely against him. To be specifically against him to the point that he could not even express his authority.

When one stopped to worry whether they could or could not, and they simply changed how existence operated based on the enemy that they faced...the results that could unfold were unfathomably glorious.

The Logos of Living Structure adapted to counter whatever technique he deployed.

The Logos of Mutual Blindness isolated him conceptually from the outside arena.

And the Master Keystone Logos bound all these restrictions together into inescapable whole.

Into a glorious, unfathomable net of The First Tongue.

Until ultimately, after what felt like both an eternity and mere moments, Raijin Katsuro stood frozen.

"..."

His entire form surrounded by a radiant blue gold hazy prison formed from The Seven Logos of Imprisonment.

The containment felt eerily similar to the physical cage he had been confined in before, but this one was far more sophisticated because it existed as living language rather than static structure.

He could not see anything outside the linguistic barriers now containing him.

He could not express his Civilizational Authority beyond the boundaries defined by The First Tongue.

He could only stand with expression mixing rage and profound shock at what had been done to him.

At such a moment, the glorious scene played out as if in slow motion.

Noah stood before a THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity who genuinely could not express their power at this moment because Noah himself had caused such suppression.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Noah lifted his First Lesson, his Goad, the stick burning with blue gold Mana and linguistic authority.

He moved it with deliberate precision to Raijin’s shoulder.

Using the implement’s end, he tapped it gently against the warrior monk’s form and then pushed downward with steady pressure.

Not tremendous force. Not overwhelming power.

Just gentle, inexorable insistence backed by seven Logos declaring how reality would function in this space.

Moments later, the impossible occurred.

Raijin Katsuro, THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity, The Monk of Ten Thousand Storms, slowly fell to his knees.

His body moved against his will, compelled by linguistic authority that superseded even his Civilizational power.

First one knee touched the smooth arena floor.

Then the other.

Until he knelt completely, trapped within a cage of words, forced into the same position he had earlier imposed on Noah.

...!

An immense silence reigned over the entire arena.

Existence itself seemed to hold its breath.

No prompts materialized before Noah’s vision.

No notifications appeared celebrating this achievement.

Everything was utterly, quintessentially silent, as if Existence itself had to bear witness to this in silence!

An entity that had not attained THE classification had forced a THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty being to kneel, locked within a cage constructed entirely from Logos of The First Tongue.

The silence stretched.

And in that profound quiet, reality itself seemed to acknowledge that something fundamental had shifted.

That a bridge had been fully constructed where none should have been possible.

That the impossible... had become merely difficult.

Merely.

Merely!

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