Chapter 4623: End of The Line II

What choice would THE Primordial Chaos demand from Noah?

As his very existence remained under constant crushing pressure, as he continued facing the immensity of the fundamental question of who he was before Primordial Chaos, this entity continued speaking as if it did not even matter what Noah was experiencing right now.

Even though no one could know with complete certainty whether this entity understood exactly what Noah’s existence was currently facing.

And at such a critical point, he was also posing something else entirely.

Noah did not have to look around to perceive that at this moment, there was an immense silence spreading throughout the entire region.

Every single Ginnu Lifeform had formed a circle of profound silence and somberness as each one now felt the oppressive aura of THE Primordial Chaos radiating outward.

His presence spread like a suffocating blanket across all of reality.

To experience the aura of an entity on the same unfathomable level as THE Creature was to feel utterly crushed.

It felt as if all of Existence was constantly pressing down on top of you from every direction simultaneously, compressing your very being into an infinitely small point.

At this moment, every single entity that did not possess any Depth of Absolute Sovereignty seemed like they were struggling desperately for their lives.

Their consciousness threatened to simply turn off and be forcibly put to sleep in the next instant, overwhelmed by pressure too great to endure.

And yet the Ginnu Lifeforms stood.

They were somber and they felt the despotic weight crushing them.

But they still floated all around Ul’moreth in a protective circle.

As if regardless of what happened here, regardless of what this apex entity demanded, they would stand with their leader and their fellow Ginnu Lifeforms until the end.

THE Primordial Chaos continued as if none of this solidarity was of any consequence to him.

His eyes remained fixed solely on Noah with unwavering focus.

|I don’t like to ramble unnecessarily, so I will present you with the choice directly and simply. Ul’moreth here took you into Ginnungagap when you needed refuge. He saved you from whatever you were fleeing. He seemingly taught you The First Tongue with tremendous generosity. He brought you into his home, his settlement filled with his people.|

His voice carried casual authority.

|There are many Ginnu Lifeforms gathered here. Before you came, they were living perfectly fine lives in relative peace. And if you had not come here, it would have continued to be this way. But now that you’re here...|

He paused for perfect effect.

|I will tell you plainly that every single life on this Primordial Genesis Shore will perish, including Ul’moreth himself, unless you make a choice. A simple choice to declare with conviction that before Primordial Chaos existed, The First Tongue was nothing. That Existence itself, The First Tongue, that Mana, that all of it rose directly from Primordial Chaos as the true origin.|

His smile remained pleasant.

|Just say those simple words with genuine conviction, and all those gathered here will be saved. Refuse, and they all die. Simple.|

The words were devastatingly heavy and terrifying.

Noah kept his gaze utterly calm upon this being even as all of his existence continued vibrating with immense pressure.

The effort he was exerting to maintain coherence was monumentally heavy and vibrant.

Even though he couldn’t even begin to care about potential Harvest at this moment.

What Harvest could there possibly be when the next few seconds of continued existence were not even guaranteed?

And this entity had posed a question of choice that was actually identical to the existential question he was already facing.

This entity was telling him exactly how to answer the paradox.

To make the choice to abandon the immensity of Mana as fundamental origin.

To claim that before Primordial Chaos and Existence, Mana was nothing!

This was the choice THE Primordial Chaos wanted him to make in exchange for the lives of Ul’moreth and all the others gathered here.

It was absolutely ridiculous.

The pressure Noah felt became even more crushingly intense as he looked down at his hand still holding onto THE Primordial Chaos.

It felt like he was gripping something that, if it exerted even slight pressure, could begin systematically crushing every ounce of his existence into nothingness.

This was a type of feeling he never wanted to experience in his existence.

A feeling of complete helplessness.

A feeling of being utterly at the mercy of others.

Because if the disposition of THE Primordial Chaos had been even slightly different, if he did not genuinely care about choices as he presented himself right now, then whether Noah’s threat about being able to induce something irreversible in Existence if harmed was true or not would be completely meaningless.

Everything would simply be over regardless.

It would be the absolute end of the line.

This was something Noah had fought constantly for days and weeks and months to never be in a position like this.

And yet here he was anyway.

Because this was Existence.

Existence was not fair. Existence was not benevolent. Existence was not malicious.

Existence simply was.

And now he simply had to find a way forward in the face of impossible odds!

So he turned his gaze toward THE Primordial Chaos, who at this time shook his head while looking at Noah with deep understanding.

THE Primordial Chaos then turned toward Ul’moreth and all the other gathered Ginnu Lifeforms.

His voice carried casual cruelty.

|You all do not even need to wait for his answer. I already know exactly what it will be. This man here that you brought so generously into your home, that you were planning to put your full backing behind, to sell short your own Way of Existence and make it unfathomably harder for yourselves to ever advance further... this man will never sacrifice himself for any of you.|

His smile widened.

|Regardless of all you have done for him, regardless of the kindness shown, he will choose himself. Every time.|

THE Primordial Chaos turned to look directly at Noah.

His gaze carried the weight of someone looking at another that they considered to be fundamentally the same as themselves.

He continued with voice carrying absolute certainty.

|Did you think it would be different with him compared to me or THE Secretive Eon or THE Creature? I tell you now with complete confidence that he is one and the same as us. People like us have this particular complex where we somehow believe that we are above all others. Not necessarily in terms of raw power, but in a sense of fundamental entitlement.|

He paused thoughtfully.

|Even that word does not fully do it justice, but entitlement is about right. Beings like him and I live our entire existence as if our lives are somehow more existentially important than others. As if other entities can die or lose absolutely everything, and that would be more than acceptable, but not us. Never us.|

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