The Early Creatures sought more, their unified demand still reverberating through local space. But what was truly remarkable was the nature of their observation...these weren’t simple beings demanding food like hungry animals.
Each one possessed over ten thousand Kleos Glyphs, their perception operating on levels that saw everything!
They had witnessed Noah’s entire process with perfect clarity.
The flash of Principle hadn’t escaped them...that tiny fraction of Perpetual Harvest he wielded had been noted, catalogued, understood.
But more interesting to them was the unique authority he had displayed.
"Cooking...?" one of them murmured,"That should originate from Living Conceptual Authority, should it not?"
They could see his thodology completely.
With their terrifying power and accumulated knowledge, they could likely replicate what he had done within monts of trying.
The patterns were clear, the energy flows obvious, the transformation of matter into elevated matter simply a puzzle they had already solved by watching. There were only a few parts they couldn’t imitate that seed to be unique to him!
But if they truly wanted, they could now do sothing 80% similar!
Yet they didn’t.
Their faces carried easy smiles, the expressions of ancient beings who had found sothing novel in existence that had long ago run out of surprises.
This young Early Creature was teaching them sothing...not the technique, which they had already grasped, but the joy of discovery, the pleasure of being served rather than serving themselves.
They would not steal such thodology quickly. That would make the young Early Creature less special, and they were secure enough in their power to allow others to shine!
It was the confidence of beings who knew they were already brilliant...they could afford to let smaller lights flicker without feeling diminished.
Noah sensed this goodwill radiating from them like warmth from stars. He sighed internally, a complex emotion washing through him.
So Early Creatures, it seed, were genuinely good. Not kind by necessity or social contract, but good because they had chosen to be despite having the power to be otherwise.
Since they held goodwill, he would return it amplified.
He nodded toward Ozymandias, and his other self responded instantly.
Both arms transford into stellar obsidian blades with edges that weren’t sharp but hungry- cutting implents that achieved separation through consumption rather than division.
Ozymandias began the arduous task of properly butchering the remaining Dodo. This was thodical disassembly following principles of butchery!
First, he separated the breast- two massive portions of white at that would have fed armies. Then the thighs, dense with dark at that had supported the creature’s impossible weight. The drumsticks followed, then the wings’ remaining portion.
He carved out the tenderloin with particular care- that precious strip of at that ran along the spine, tender beyond description even in its raw state. The back was sectioned, and finally, the organs were set aside- Noah’s eyes flashing brightly as he did not plan to use them!
Eight parts in total, each one a monunt to impossible biology.
|Successfully sectioned 52 Trillion Complexity Entity|
|Effort recognized: Unprecedented for your level|
|Purity gained by Ozymandias: 1,500,000,000,000|
|NEW DISTINCTION EARNED: Early Butcher|
|Effect: Offensive cutting against entities below 50 Trillion Complexity enhanced 10x|
|Devouring efficiency increased proportionally|
|This distinction will elevate with continued butchering of powerful beings|
|Current level: Initiate|
|Next level requirents: Butcher 100 entities above 10 Trillion Complexity|
...!
Oh!
Glorious sets of prompts arose as they caused one’s eyes to water with majesty!
Noah raised his arms like a conductor before an invisible orchestra, and reality responded to his gesture.
|The Weavings of Tyranny ring gloriously true|
|The Symphony of the Protagonist echoes out in the Verdant Eternia Tribe|
His existence buzzed as the Protagonist Tower of Osmont and Tyranny Tower of Osmont blazed within his Atlas.
Sounds that shouldn’t exist began manifesting...drums that beat with the rhythm of stories yet to be told, trumpets that announced victories not yet achieved.
The music ca from nowhere and everywhere, a soundtrack to impossibility about to unfold.
The eight portions of Dodo at rose into the air at his gesture, each one surrounded by its own nimbus of crimson-gold fla. This wasn’t sequential cooking but simultaneous transformation- eight instances of impossible achievent happening in parallel!
The flas danced to the rhythm of the invisible drums, each beat making them pulse with greater intensity.
The at began its transformation, proteins reorganizing themselves in ti with the music, fats rendering in harmony with lodies.
|Eight simultaneous transformations at 52 Trillion Complexity|
|Failure probability...Cannot calculate odds this low|
|This is actually insane, but you’re going to do it anyway so let’s see what happens|
...!
Even his Weavings of Existence- the distinction of the Weaver of Existence and the System of Existence flowing through him, his Infiniverse, and Early Veiled Shore which established truths and presented the challenges of existence in the form of prompts...even this system doubted!
And yet he went on.
DUM! DUM! DUM!
The symphony picked up tempo.
The cooking process beca performance art.
Noah’s hands moved through the air, conducting temperature and ti like musical notes.
Each gesture adjusted the heat on different portions, the breast receiving gentle flas that preserved its delicate nature, the thighs getting intense heat that would break down their denser fibers, the tenderloin barely kissed by fire to maintain its buttery texture.
DUM!
The Symphony grew louder, more complex, as if existence itself had decided to provide accompanint to this mont of culinary transcendence. Early Creatures who had been approaching from other parts of the village stopped to watch, drawn by music that touched sothing primal even in beings that predated primality.
His Glyphs contributed As Perpetual Harvest bathed everything.
His Heart.
His Atlas. His Towers. His Everything! All of it contributed and burned fiercly like an engine!
|Cooking Progress: 25%|
|Complexity rising due to imnse resonance|
|Cooking Progress: 75%|
|Warning: Deliciousness approaching critical mass. Nearby Early Creatures beginning to drool|
HUUM!
|Cooking Progress: 100%|
|An astounding achievent! Eight Legendary wonders born simultaneously!|
The music reached crescendo as Noah threw his arms wide, a swirling infinity symbol of crimson-gold flas manifesting around him with the Authority of Cooking at its center.
The eight perfectly cooked portions hung in space, each one glowing with its own inner light, steam rising from them!
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