Chapter 4780: Leaders and Kings IV

Noah looked at all of these prompts as he turned his gaze back to Glossikos.

"Nothing is ever meaningless."

His voice came heavy with conviction.

"I may not have the Depth of an Absolute, but I can do things that only Absolutes can. And I can even do things that no Absolutes can."

His eyes blazed with the fire of someone who refused to accept limitations imposed by others.

"You, nor THE Creature, nor any others can design new letters of The First Tongue, and yet I did."

...!

His words were heavy!

Glossikos looked at him and smiled.

Then she laughed with genuine amusement.

"You wouldn’t be able to understand or do anything about anything before Absolute. Simple as that."

Her voice carried the certainty of someone stating fundamental truth.

"You can hate me for this just as I hate what THE Four stand for. When you get to that point, you actually won’t even need for me or anyone else to tell you anything."

Her obsidian-blue eyes held his without flinching.

"You will know yourself."

...!

Noah frowned at these words.

Cryptic nonsense or genuine wisdom?

He couldn’t tell.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

He rose up out of the Pool of Lethe.

The obsidian-gold waters cascaded off his form as he emerged, steam rising from skin that had been fundamentally transformed by the Cycles of Katharsis. His muscular figure gleamed with vitality that exceeded what it had held mere moments before. His toga wrapped around him with renewed elegance, the fabric seeming to recognize that its wearer had become something grander.

Glossikos looked at him from where she remained floating in the pool.

"Oh, what I can do is bypass all the other requirements for you to grasp the Lochagos ranking and attain the Polemarch ranking."

Her smile became something sharper.

"You have been saying you wanted to kill THE Weavers that arrived in here, right?"

She laughed.

"Haha, a tall fucking order, but good luck. The most I can do is make Paradoxos not interfere."

She waved her hand casually.

"But I can at least allow you to be a Polemarch to try it."

...!

She finally said something good!

And she acted on it immediately!

HUUM!

The glorious change that unfolded was visible to the naked eye!

Noah’s toga shifted and transformed!

The simple garments of a Hoplite dissolved into light, replaced by the more elaborate attire of a Lochagos, multiple layers of inscribed fabric, Phonemes burning brighter across the surface. But even that didn’t last.

The toga transformed again!

The adornments of a Polemarch materialized around his form!

Rich blue-gold fabric that seemed woven from crystallized authority itself. Inscriptions that didn’t just display Phonemes but actively channeled their power. A laurel wreath that burned with the light of compressed linguistic mastery. Upon his chest, a golden pin depicted a shield, spear, and laurel wreath intertwined...the symbol of a War Leader of Wisdom.

|RANK ADVANCEMENT CONFIRMED|

|Previous Rank: Hoplite (Citizen-Soldier)|

|New Rank: POLEMARCH (War Leader of Wisdom)|

|Advancement Method: Direct elevation by Strategos Glossikos the Articulate|

|Requirements bypassed: Lochagos promotion, Trial demonstrations|

|POLEMARCH RIGHTS ACTIVATED|

|Depth Limitation: THE Fundamental Depth|

|Your suppressed power has been restored.|

|You may now express authority up to Fundamental Depth within THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.|

|Additional Rights:|

|- Full access to all libraries and sacred spaces|

|- May participate in governance with voting rights|

|- May judge formal debates and assign Merit|

|- May assign tasks to lower ranks|

|- May access the Path of Departure (requires Strategos approval for actual departure)|

|Note: As a Polemarch, you may now formally challenge other Polemarchs and even Strategoi to debates or Arena combat.|

|THE Weavers, despite being Absolutes externally, are currently classified as Hoplites within this domain(Well, maybe? We haven’t really checked).|

|You outrank them(Maybe? Likely.).|

|Use this advantage wisely.|

...!

Noah looked over the prompts calmly.

And then he felt it.

The immensity of his Way fully returned to its fullest state!

The suppression that had compressed his power to Surface Depth levels shattered like glass struck by a hammer! His Formless Depth surged through his existence, filling every corner that had been emptied by the domain’s restrictions!

Blue-gold flames billowed around him as if unleashed from a prison!

His figure became bathed in plasmic fire that spoke of Mana and The First Tongue intertwined! The flames didn’t burn the Thermae around him...they simply existed, declaring his authority through their very presence!

And when he breathed, his nose and mouth released flaming Logos and Philologies!

Or really, what stood for his definition of Philology.

His Genesis Principles had been transformed into Archai, fundamental statements of reality that went beyond mere linguistic constructs. And now those Archai spilled from him with every exhalation, declarations of existence that made the artificial sky above pulse in response.

When Glossikos looked at him now, she laughed with something that sounded almost like delight.

"Haha, well, now you look a lot more like THE Creature. That guy always had multicolored flames raging around him."

As she said such words, Noah looked at her with eyes that now burned with restored authority.

"Thanks for the advancements in status."

The words were simple but sincere.

As he spoke, he floated over to the next pool in this place.

He was about to enter it when Glossikos spoke again.

"Hold on a second."

Her voice carried casual command.

"Let me make it even easier for you as another favor."

She rose slightly from the Pool of Lethe, her Dryad form glowing with the authority of an Absolute preparing to exert her power.

"Oh, and these are favors that I will call upon sooner or later."

Her smile held promise of future debt.

"The pools in this place are nice, but you don’t have to go through them one by one. If the power of an Absolute exerts itself truly here..."

She raised her hand.

BOOM!

The entire Thermae of Cyclic Refinement transformed!

All the pools covered by mist in this vast domain began to move! The floor changed and altered seamlessly, ancient stone rearranging itself as if it were liquid rather than solid! Channels opened. Barriers dissolved. Currents formed where none had existed.

The pools converged!

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