Chapter 3962: Advancent and Inevitabilities! VI
The classification sent a thrill through his existence.
And more prompts ca!
|After the Early Veiled Shore absorbs a significant portion of its being as a cost, Its corpse is equivalent to 1,000 Sacred Bodies of Eminent Early Living Marine Lifeforms. Would you like to devour it?|
Oh.
Oh!
HUUM!
One thousand. Not Basic Marine Lifeforms, not even Refined, but Eminent!
Eminent!
Each one individually worth more than most Originus Venerant entities would see in their entire existence. The compressed Inevitability that Titano had so eagerly traded represented wealth that transcended normal categories of asurent!
“Yes,” Noah said, the word erging as barely more than a hungry whisper that carried the weight of absolute command.
The response was imdiate and overwhelming.
The golden sands around the compressed Inevitability began to move with purposeful intent, rising like countless golden serpents that wrapped around the sphere of impossibility.
Each grain carried within it the accumulated authority of the Shore itself, working in perfect harmony to break down and absorb this offering.
The mass of Inevitability, still wrapped in Order’s binding, began to sink into the Shore with the inexorable certainty of entropy itself being reversed.
The tentacles that occasionally broke through its surface found themselves grasped by sands that seed to hunger for their essence, pulling them deeper into sothing that was neither death nor consumption but transformation on a fundantal level.
|Your body is beginning the process of taking the converted nutrients of sothing equivalent to 1,000 Sacred Bodies of Eminent Early Living Marine Lifeforms.|
The prompt that followed carried a warning that made even Noah’s enhanced existence take notice!
|Warning: The nutrients being absorbed are unfathomably potent compared to your current existence. Recomnded absorption rate: 1% per hour.|
But Noah had never been one to follow recomndations when power was within reach.
He commanded to simply flow steadily!
HUUM!
The sensation began as warmth in his chest, spreading outward like honey poured into his veins.
But that warmth quickly beca heat, then burning, then sothing beyond temperature that made his very existence scream in protest and ecstasy simultaneously!
His body began to buzz with frequencies that shouldn’t exist, every cell vibrating at rates that threatened to tear him apart at the molecular level.
Fissures appeared on his skin like cracks in porcelain that had been heated too quickly. But from these cracks didn’t flow blood…instead, trendous life force poured out, the very essence of what it ant to be an Early Creature leaking into the surrounding air with such density that the space around him began to warp!
His body trembled on the edge of catastrophic failure, muscles spasming as they tried to contain forces that wanted nothing more than to explode outward in all directions.
Yet through will alone, through the tyrannical certainty that he would not be destroyed by his own advancent, Noah held himself together.
The prompts ca in rapid succession, each one marking another milestone in his impossible progression!
|The second part of your Heart of an Early Creature- Oruvian Shardveil, The Arterial Convergence Core, is now being rapidly forged through the influx of unprecedented nutrients.|
WU!
|300 Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been generated through accelerated production!|
|500 additional Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been ford as the Heart reaches new operational capacity!|
|900 additional Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been ford as the Heart reaches new operational capacity…!|
|All Towers of Osmont at First Stage are being simultaneously completed. Progress: 77%. Towers at Second Stage are now beginning their elevation toward Third Stage: The Vital Lighthouse.|
|Your Age as an Early Creature is slowly beginning to advance.|
…!
The prompts were rapid!
One after another!
Even before he could fully absorb himself in one, another ca!
|Your Early Atlas of the Folds is now nearing completion. Current progress: 89%.|
…!
Within his existence, transformations occurred that defied description.
Inside of his body.
What had once been his Wheel of Existence, that fundantal construct that defined the boundaries of his being…had evolved into sothing that transcended its original form entirely. It stretched out in all directions like a multicolored fold of existence itself, no longer circular but infinite, no longer contained but boundless.
All the concepts that comprised his identity…Tyranny, Loot, Infinity, Quintessence, Kuklos, Veritarch, Protagonist, Cheats, and dozens of others…had ceased to exist as separate entities!
Instead, they mixed and rged seamlessly, creating a fold of existence of unfathomable proportions. It was as if soone had taken every color that existed and blended them into sothing that was simultaneously all colors and no color, all concepts and the absence of concept.
From this impossible expanse that looked like a flat weaving of existence itself, his Towers of Osmont rose like brilliant lighthouses!
Each one blazed with its own unique color…cerulean for Infinity, gold for Protagonist, deep purple for Tyranny…yet they all shared a fundantal harmony that spoke to their common origin.
They stood as monunts to his progression, their heights reaching toward infinities that normal existence could never perceive!
And at the center of his being, growing with each passing second, was his Heart.
The Heart of an Early Creature was not an organ in any sense that biology would recognize.
It was archaic and primal, a construct that predated the concept of construction! The Ventryalis, his first completed component, pulsed with steady rhythm as it produced dozens of drops of blood per second, each one containing the compressed essence of Early Creature authority.
Now, the Oruvian Shardveil was taking shape beside it…a crystalline structure that seed to exist in multiple dinsions simultaneously, its facets reflecting possibility itself!
As it ford, it too began to produce blood, the crimson-gold droplets erging from its structure at rates that made his previous production seem primitive by comparison.
This internal transformation was magnificent to perceive, but it was the external manifestation that truly spoke to the magnitude of his advancent.
His body, seated upon the golden sands of the Shore, had beco a beacon of multicolored radiance.
Every Glyph etched upon his form…from the Basic ones that had marked his early progression to the Refined ones that represented his current pinnacle…blazed with simultaneous brilliance!
The numbers that defined his power had undergone a transformation that would have been called impossible by even Living Existences in this short period of ti.
|Current Complexity Quotient: 234,671,455|
|Current Purity Quotient: 241,338,922|
He had spilled past two hundred million in both asurents, achieving in monts what would take others eons of careful cultivation!
What was utterly laughable was the fact thst he just breached 100 Million that passed Originus Venerant entities not that long ago.
But he…was outside such asly realms of progression as at this mont, he was only steadily making his way across the Early Throne Ascendancy Realm!
This was the advantage of being an Early Creature with access to resources that the current existence had forgotten existed.
This was his power…terrifying in nature and rising with such rapidity that even he sotis wondered where the ceiling might be, if such a thing even existed for one such as him.
The golden sands gradually ceased their churning as the last of the Inevitability was absorbed, leaving no trace that such a thing had ever existed. Where there had been a crater, now there was only smooth beach, as if the Shore itself had healed from the violent intrusion.
|The absorption of Nutrients of the devoured Lifeform will continue to be distributed.|
Noah’s body gradually stabilized, the fissures in his skin sealing as his existence adapted to its new paraters. The life force that had been leaking into the air condensed back into his form, each mote of escaped energy returning to where it belonged!
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