Chapter 142: The Progenitor
DING!!
[You have bonded with: Elizabeth, Zara, Elira, and Leona.]
[Applying the x10,000 effects.]
First—The Affinities.
[You have obtained the affinities: Soul (Transformation ), Space, Time, Mind, Destiny, Fate, Corruption, Curse, Transformation, Darkness, Emotions — all at Transformation rank.]
CRACKLE—!
The air itself cracked with power. The atmosphere became electric, trembling under the sudden release of immense power.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Second—The Physique.
[You have obtained the Physique: Dragon God of Soul’s Physique.]
Only one, from Elira.
And Third—The Bloodlines.
[You have obtained the bloodline: Voidborn Apex Draconic-Demon Deity.]
[You have obtained the bloodline: Demiurge Hybrid Demon Celestial Sovereign.]
[You have obtained the bloodline: Sovereign of the Paradox Eye.]
A pause.
The air stilled. The atmosphere turned heavy, suffocating. Time seemed to pause, and even space itself hesitated.
Noah acted fast. With a flick of his finger, he layered one hundred ice barriers mixed with sword energy atop each other— it was just a precaution. Because this transformation...
This one was going to hurt like hell. He could feel it.
And indeed—
[Host, brace yourself!]
[All transformations will occur simultaneously.]
Then—
"Oh fu—"
BOOOOOOMMMMM—!!!!
Noah’s body exploded into over a thousand pieces.
And yet—not a single drop of blood touched the ground.
His blood floated in the air, too proud to fall. Too divine to taint something so ordinary.
Then, the shattered pieces of his body began to pull together, fusing into a grotesque orb of flesh—eerie, pulsing with power.
Inside, a metamorphosis that could shake the entire universe was taking place.
Bloodlines never before held by any being.
Affinities far beyond mortal prehension.
A physique carved from divine soul and mythic power.
This wasn’t a transformation of flesh.
It was a redefinition of existence.
Noah was being something... monstrous. Something never seen before in the whole universe. Something that could only be called an...abomination.
But a beautiful one.
After a couple of seconds—
The sphere began to shrink. From basketball-sized, to tennis ball, to something barely perceivable by normal eyes— it became just a glimmer of pulsing density. It pressed and condensed, threatening to collapse into a singularity.
Then, blood appeared—though calling it blood was insufficient.
It was pure white, shining like condensed starlight. It was as if all the colors known to the universe were fused together.
It was... perfect.
Reality began to distort around it, shifting between frozen tundras, bleeding hellscapes, absolute voids, and realms of pure darkness. The scenery kept changing—fluctuating like a canvas painted by chaos.
All of it reflected Noah’s evolving soul.
And then—
The sphere expanded. Limbs started to form. Then a face, a body. A heartbeat. A spine.
And in no time, a whole being.
Noah returned—reborn.
He was taller, his presence radiating pressure never seen before. Hair impossibly long, his silver eyes like galaxies caught in endless rotation.
A robe of silver and purple adorned him, its very aura lethal to anyone below A-Rank.
"Ahhh..."
He exhaled.
"Painful as hell," he muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming.
He examined himself. Pale, lean, but dense with impossible power.
And yet—
"I want more."
Noah said, his voice filled with hunger.
His form and appearance didn’t change because of his trait: Transcendent of Self.
But now Noah wanted something else.
Something more.
He wanted... Unity.
"I want all my bloodlines to bee one. And not different types of bloodlines that exist in me and I can embody."
"I want a bloodline that will be mine alone. A bloodline to pass on to my children."
"The same way all my talents have bee one under Omnipotence..."
"So—!"
A breath. A pause.
"Take all of my bloodlines—and fuse them into one."
The mand was given.
Ultimate Fusion activated.
A white dome surrounded him. Pain returned—raw and merciless—but Noah endured it in silence. His body shattered again. His soul screamed silently. His nerves turned to fire.
But his resolve was absolute.
He was doing this for himself—but also for his future. For the legacy he will leave behind.
Then—he began to change.
This time... truly change.
His irises became stark white, with rotating rings of shifting runes around his pupils—each rune representing an affinity now etched into his soul.
His hair turned silver, weightless, threaded with the secrets of the universe. His hair moved like mist, like gravity didn’t apply to him anymore.
His skin became radiant, prismatic, refracting the light like starlight through crystal. It was like something untouchable.
His very core shifted—being the embodiment of every concept within him. It was no longer a simple core. It was a concept core.
Something unique to him.
He was beauty. He was terror.
He was...
New.
Soon after,
Noah stood tall, silent. The runes in his eyes twisted endlessly. Any being looking at his eyes at that moment would fall to their knees—crying, praying, or running in terror.
A robe formed from his ice element wrapped his body—elegant and deathly.
He exhaled—
BOOOMMM—!!!
The air exploded. Shockwaves shattered the sky. All of this because Noah just exhaled.
And then—
The Akashic Records appeared.
But not with its usual chime.
This time... it spoke.
{Noah Weaverheart, you are wonderful. You are exceptional. You are sublime.}
{Noah, you have created a new bloodline.}
{A bloodline that can shape reality itself—and more.}
{You have created a race never seen before in the history of the universe.}
{And You, Noah Weaverheart, are its Progenitor.}
The Akashic records paused.
Then—
{You were a being who transcended his self.}
{But now, you are walking a path that goes beyond even that.}
{It’s truly... MARVELOUS!}
{Your existence is heavy.}
{Your existence is special.}
{Your existence is unique.}
{Your existence is... going toward perfection.}
{And what a glorious destination.}
{For this, give us the honor to name you.}
Noah looked calmly at all these notifications before he smiled gently.
"Please, go on," he said softly.
How could he deny the voice that had guided him from the beginning? His biggest supporter?
He couldn’t.
And so,
The Akashic Records surged with excitement—
{Your existence is too vast for a single True Name.}
{You shall have two.}
{One name for what you are.}
{One name for why you are.}
{You have received the True Names:}
— Nytherion (The Breath Before Time)
— Il’Varethos (The Name That Names All)
Silence.
The universe held its breath.
And finally—
{You are... Nytherion Il’Varethos.}
The air froze.
The world itself froze.
Then—
BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The world of Laeh trembled.
—End of Chapter 142—
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