Chapter 4803: THE Weaver of Existence IV

In his vision, there were countless strings of gold permeated over everything.

They covered so much and were so extensive that they may have overwhelmed him, stretching across distances that his perception had never been able to grasp before. They wove through the air itself, through the walls of the Palace, through the very fabric of reality in patterns so dense and intricate that a lesser being would have been lost in their complexity.

But his gaze turned heavy and imperious moments later.

He looked at these strings and broke them down to Mana!

And all that he could see became strings and dots of Mana covering everything.

The golden threads transformed before his perception, their essence revealed as what they had always truly been at the most fundamental level. Fate was not separate from Mana. Fate was not separate from The First Tongue. It was merely a differentiation, a specialization, a path that Mana had taken when THE Weavers had shaped it according to their will.

And now that will was his.

The strings flowed out of the tomb he was in and stretched out across THE Palaestra, weaving through the ruined Arena where he had collapsed THE Weavers just moments before. They spread across the lands of the Glossarians and Existentialists and all others, touching every faction within this domain with tendrils of fate that now answered to a new master.

They spread across all of THE Agora of Primordial Judgment and even outside to the Stoa of Dogmata.

The threads of Mana, or really, the threads of fate as Mana, flowed and touched his other body sitting near THE Secretive Eon.

His body there shone in recognition!

The strings flowed in the region near THE Secretive Eon as there seemed to be a heavy barrier around her preventing any strings from coming near, an absolute wall of darkness and secrecy that even fate itself could not penetrate.

But shockingly, her eyes flashed sharply!

She looked up and around at the permeating strings nearby as if she could see them, her gaze becoming stern as she turned over to his body there and asked with a voice that carried weight beyond its casual tone.

"What are you doing?"

...!

And Noah allowed these threads to spin and spread even faster and more thoroughly!

They left THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap entirely!

They spilled into The Wastes of THE Fallout!

And here, the strings felt unbound chaos and corruption pressing against them from all sides. The Wastes were a nightmare of twisted reality where THE Living Paradox’s actions had scarred Existence itself. The threads encountered resistance, felt the weight of entropy and madness that permeated this region.

But they permeated across it still.

They spread with the inevitability of fate itself, because fate did not discriminate between the pure and the corrupted. Fate touched all things. Fate connected all things. And now, the glimmer of fate followed even corrupted fates all around.

Noah felt his perception expand in an unfathomable manner.

Where before he could see his immediate surroundings, now he could perceive threads stretching across distances that would take eons to travel. Where before he understood only what was directly before him, now he sensed connections and causalities that spanned a vast distance of Observable Existence. Not thr entirety...that was not possible for the current him.

|The Inheritance of Paradoxical Fate|

|The Civilization of THE Weavers was that of Paradoxical Fate, and its Weavings have been received by you and The First Tongue.|

|Mana can differentiate and specialize into anything.|

|This is the truth that has always been.|

|This is the truth that you are now embodying.|

|At this moment, Mana has fully accepted the Way and Depth of THE Weavers and transformed it into a Derivative Civilization under your authority.|

|The First Tongue has gone further to streamline your existence.|

|It officially places the Civilization of Hunger as a Derivative Civilization under you.|

|The musings of THE Weavers have been interpreted and specialized.|

|They have become the Derivative Civilization of Undifferentiated Fate.|

|They have fully settled in your existence.|

|Through them, Mana has become interlinked and connected with Fate in a way that was never possible before.|

|The depth and immensity of who you are has risen.|

|You have gained the distinction of THE Weaver of Existence.|

BOOM!

The sensation was a unique one.

As if the sensation of Mana, of The First Tongue he had always been trying to be more in tune with, was becoming clearer. The boundaries between his perception and the fundamental language of reality were thinning. The walls that had separated his understanding from the true nature of Existence were crumbling.

The endless musings of fate stretching out everywhere were now bound under him, and through them, he could perceive The First Tongue that also faced corruption from THE Fallout even easier than before. The threads of fate acted like conduits, like pathways that let him feel the pulse of language across Observable Existence.

And in doing so, he felt immense.

He felt grand.

He felt threads of countless blue-gold stretching out across interminable distances, each one a connection, each one a fate, each one a piece of the vast weaving that now answered to his authority!

|The Throne of Fate Has Been Claimed|

|THE Weaver of Existence has successfully grasped an Absolute Throne that had been integrated and carrying out work across Observable Existence.|

|Though collapsed, this Absolute Throne, this Civilization, has been inherited and is being transformed.|

|THE Weaver of Existence looks upon the complex and corrupted Weavings of Observable Existence.|

|All that which relates to him and is fated for him is being perceived and observed.|

|Fate Connections Detected:|

|The Disciple of THE Secretive Eon has been located in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.|

|She resides in a region between the territories of Existence and Chaos.|

|The location of THE Fisherman, Ains, has been grasped.|

|He drifts through The Wastes of THE Fallout, his fate-thread corrupted but still connected to your Civilization.|

|The locations of others across The Wastes of THE Fallout connected to Mana or Hunger have been observed.|

|They call out through fate-threads that stretch across impossible distances.|

|The pained and Mutated Inevitabilities across The Wastes have been observed.|

|Through them, multiple Shelters of THE Loom have their locations uncovered.|

|Their fates are intertwined with corruption, but corruption does not hide fate from THE Weaver of Existence.|

|The Fates of countless pained Mutated Inevitabilities call out to you.|

|The Fates of those connected to your Civilization call out to you.|

|You perceive. You understand. You see.|

BOOM!

Noah felt as if he was groggily waking up from an unfathomably heavy slumber.

Or rather, as if his vision was waking up.

His eyes had been closed all his life, and now they were finally opening. His perception had been limited to a tiny corner of Existence, and now it was spreading across distances that defied comprehension.

And he could see.

Oh, he could see.

He could see THE Secretive Eon’s Disciple, her fate-thread burning with the light of Existence that she had always admired. He could see Ains, THE Fisherman, drifting through corruption with a fate that stubbornly refused to end. He could see followers of his Civilization scattered across The Wastes, their fates crying out for rescue.

He could see the Shelters of THE Loom, hidden bases where THE Living Paradox’s forces were. He could see the Mutated Inevitabilities that had once been something else, their fates twisted by corruption but still readable to one who now held the authority to read fates.

At this moment, THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers illuminated with brilliant golden light!

The radiance blazed outward from the structure that had risen from the vacuum of THE Weavers’ collapse. It was not merely bright. It was meaningful. It was a declaration that burned itself across the fabric of reality.

The four Absolutes nearby frowned with heaviness at seeing this light!

Glossikos’s eyes rustled with agitation that she could not contain. Paradoxos’s four eyes widened with expressions that contradicted each other in their intensity. Khaotikos stopped grinning entirely, his features settling into something that looked almost like concern. Ontikos, the one who never moved, shifted on his throne of uncarved marble.

A golden pillar of light shot out from the Palace!

It stretched out across Existence itself!

Not as the obsidian-gold pillar that had announced THE Weavers’ death, but as something different entirely. Something that carried a different message. Something that made the Absolutes watching feel their foundations pulse.

They knew what this light represented.

They knew what it displayed.

The collapse of an Absolute.

But at the same time, the light was saying something else. Something that should not have been possible.

It said...

The Weavers may have been collapsed, but their work lives on!

Their Civilization lives on!

Their contribution to Observable Existence has not been lost!

Glossikos’s obsidian-blue eyes widened to impossible degrees as she whispered words that carried across the ruined Palaestra.

"Well...fuck."

Golden threads that had been unraveling since THE Weavers’ death began to stabilize.

The entropy that had been spreading, the chaos that had been growing, the corruptions that had begun to spread without THE Weavers to contain them... began to slow.

Because someone had claimed the Throne.

Because someone had accepted the responsibility.

Because THE Weaver of Existence now looked upon the complex and corrupted Weavings of Observable Existence with eyes that could perceive what THE Weavers had once perceived.

What had THE Genesis Monarch done?

What had he done?!

Inside the Palace, Noah sat upon the Throne of Woven Closure with threads of blue-gold fate streaming from his existence in all directions.

His eyes blazed with light that was both Mana and Fate intertwined as he looked like a sacred abomination that was just getting started!

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