His words were like pouring oil into fire!
Boundless Depths rose and surged all around!
All Hoplites and Lochagoi here clamored with utter incredulity as they analyzed this brand new Phone! Their minds raced to understand what they were seeing! Their foundations trembled as core beliefs were being restructured in real ti!
In the distance and hidden in the back, a few Polemarchs floated forward with faces of shock!
These were beings who had achieved THE Fundantal Depth within this domain! Beings whose mastery of The First Tongue had been considered supre among the Glossarians! And they looked at this new Phone with expressions that ranged from disbelief to dawning wonder!
Most wanted to say this was impossible.
Most wanted to declare that such a thing could not be viable.
But as Glossarians, they could tell it was genuine and true!
The Phone of Infinity was not a trick. It was not an illusion. It was not so elaborate deception designed to fool those who should know better.
It was real.
It was functional.
It was a genuine addition to The First Tongue itself.
So much so that in the next mont, with trembling fingers, one of the Polemarchs floated fully into view.
He looked like an old man despite being a Primordial Perfected Ginnu Lifeform. White hair flowed around a face carved with lines of ancient wisdom. His toga displayed rit points in the hundreds. His eyes burned with the need to verify what he was witnessing.
In this heavy silence, he raised his finger.
He began to mimic what Noah had just written.
Stroke by stroke, trembling with each movent, the ancient Polemarch inscribed the Phone of Infinity into the air before him.
And it worked.
HUUM!
A smaller, less refined version of the Phone blazed into existence before the Polemarch!
"Infinity...!"
He said such words as if they were sacred!
His voice cracked with emotion that beings of his caliber rarely displayed! He looked at the Phone he had just created, then looked toward Noah with astonishnt that bordered on reverence!
All Glossarians looked toward Noah with astonishnt!
Their minds were buzzing!
There was a singular question perating throughout the Logoseion, whispered and shouted and contemplated in equal asure!
Who had the capability to design a new letter of The First Tongue?!
Who was this being?!
What was THE Genesis Monarch?!
But even before they could fully contemplate this...
Noah spoke again.
But these words were not for them.
These words were for himself alone, declarations made in the depths of his existence where only his own consciousness could hear.
"This Phone, and others I shall unveil, shall have an Existential Tariff imposed on them!"
His internal voice carried the weight of absolute decree.
"In addition to any cost to enact this Phone, users must pay an additional 100% Existential Tariff for any usage of my Core Phones!"
His eyes blazed with Tyranny.
"And a 1,000% Existential Tariff for any usage by those aligned with Paradox!"
His Seals pulsed with enforcent authority.
"Every ti anyone utilizes these Phones, a cost must be paid to as if it were an inherent weight needed to be paid! This is the price of using what I have created! This is the tax upon my intellectual property! This is my harvest!"
...!
|EXISTENTIAL TARIFF SYSTEM INITIALIZED|
|You have chosen to fully and extensively spread your designed Core Phones across Existence.|
|Beginning with the Phone of Infinity.|
|Tariff Structure Established:|
|Base Tariff: 100% of Existential Cost for any usage of your 9 Core Phones|
|This ans: For every Unit of Everythings spent to utilize Infinity, Quintessence, Tyranny, Fortune, Advantage, Narrative, Harvest, Hunger, or Potential, an equal amount is automatically harvested and transferred to THE Genesis Monarch.|
|Paradox Alignnt Tariff: 1,000% of Existential Cost|
|This ans: For any entity aligned with THE Living Paradox who utilizes your Core Phones, ten tis the power spent is automatically harvested.|
|This includes all mbers of THE Loom, all servants of Paradox, and all who have sworn allegiance to his designs.|
|Collection chanism:|
|Harvest occurs automatically upon Phone activation.|
|No action required from THE Genesis Monarch.|
|Collected essence is filtered directly into your Weight and Imnsity.|
|This compounds with existing harvest from The Arche of Perpetual Harvest.|
|Spread Protocol:|
|As your Core Phones are taught, learned, and utilized across Existence, the Tariff system expands accordingly.|
|Every new user becos a source of passive harvest.|
|Every utilization feeds your advancent.|
|The more your Phones spread, the greater your harvest becos.|
|Current Projection:|
|The Glossarians of THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt represent approximately 5,000 entities.|
|If even 10% adopt and regularly utilize your Core Phones, projected harvest exceeds current intake by 340%.|
|As knowledge spreads beyond this domain, projections beco incalculable.|
|Warning:|
|This system will make you a target for those who resent paying tribute for linguistic authority.|
|Entities aligned with Paradox will particularly despise the enhanced Tariff imposed upon them.|
|Tariff System: ACTIVE|
|Harvest Collection: ENGAGED|
|Let the taxes flow.|
...!
Amidst the shock of the Glossarians, Noah began talking again as if nothing was happening.
As if he hadn’t just restructured his entire harvest system.
As if he wasn’t about to beco exponentially more powerful with every usage of what he was teaching.
"Existence contains not just infinity, but also the essence of what things fundantally are."
His voice drew their attention back from their spiraling thoughts.
"The purest expression of any concept. The ideal form that all variations aspire toward."
He raised his finger again.
"Quintessence."
And he began to write.
The Phone of Quintessence took shape in the air, burning with authority that spoke of fundantal perfection! Its strokes were different from Infinity, carrying aning that complented rather than duplicated!
The Glossarians watched with eyes that couldn’t look away!
"And Existence contains the will to dominate. The drive to stand above all others. The refusal to bow before any authority but one’s own."
His finger moved again.
"Tyranny."
The Phone of Tyranny blazed into being, pressing down upon observers with weight that made even Polemarchs shift uncomfortably!
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