He thrust one hand forward, fingers curling into the sa gesture Naldine had demonstrated dozens of tis.
"There was a spark when two cells ca together in my mother’s womb! A mont of ignition that brought sothing from nothing! There was another spark when I utilized an F Rank skill book, when Mana first flooded through my existence and everything changed!"
His smile beca sothing terrifying in its confidence.
"From MY Cause, I will focus on its fiery aspect to design my own Silurian Light! And its power...will be no lesser!"
He raised both hands toward the ceiling of their perception-space, Observable force and Infinity swirling around his form in configurations that seed to be attempting to create sothing that had never existed before.
"It...will be grander!"
His laughter rang out again, triumphant and tyrannical.
"HAHA!"
The perception-space trembled violently at his declaration, that stretched mont of infinity struggling to contain the concepts he was attempting to manifest within it. Naldine rose fully from her position, her expression shifting through astonishnt into sothing that bordered on genuine concern.
She wondered if he had truly gone mad!
At this mont, Noah felt like he was in an unprecedented trance.
Within that perception of stretched infinity, he found his consciousness fading away from the golden space where Naldine watched with growing concern. Sothing was pulling him inward, deeper than he’d ever gone into the foundations of his own existence. He was being drawn into a paradoxical singularity of self, a place where he was both the observer and the observed.
He felt like himself, but also as if he was watching himself from sowhere outside the boundaries of his own awareness.
His vision opened up.
He saw a woman grabbing her belly in a cramped apartnt, her face twisted with the discomfort of early pregnancy. Alia Osmont. His mother. She was young in this vision, younger than he rembered her being, with dark hair falling across features that held beauty despite the exhaustion pressing against them.
In the living room, his father was already knocked out on the couch. A few bottles of beer stretched across the coffee table and floor around him, their labels peeling and contents long emptied. The man snored with the rhythm of soone who’d made unconsciousness his preferred state of existence.
This was his Cause already in process.
The mont the waste of his father contributed what little he could to his formation, and as he underwent developnt in his mother’s womb, his Cause unfolded across nine months of biological fire.
|Observing: Your Cause.|
|Stage: Cellular Division and Formation.|
Cell division was fire. Each mitosis was a spark of creation, a single cell igniting into two, two into four, four into eight, multiplication cascading like flas spreading through dry kindling. The tabolic processes that sustained this growth burned nutrients into energy, oxidation reactions producing heat that maintained the precise temperature required for developnt.
His neural pathways ford like lightning, electrical signals sparking across developing synapses for the first ti. His heart ignited with its first beat, a rhythm of combustion that would continue for decades to co. The very oxygen his mother breathed fed flas of creation within her womb, each breath stoking the fire of his ergence.
|Fiery Processes Detected: Cellular ignition. tabolic combustion. Neural spark formation. Cardiac rhythm initialization. Oxidative developnt sustained across 40 weeks of gestation.|
|These processes represent the kindling of Your Cause.|
Noah closed his eyes within this vision and focused on these processes, feeling the heat of his own creation as if it were happening in real ti rather than being observed across decades of separation.
Ti fast-forwarded.
He found himself in a hospital room, sterile lights buzzing overhead as his mother lay alone in a bed designed for monts that should have been shared. She was giving birth while his father gambled sowhere across the city, chasing losses that would never be recovered.
The doctors and nurses moved around her with professional efficiency, but the absence of anyone who actually cared pressed against the scene like a wound that wouldn’t close.
This was also his Cause.
|Stage: Ergence.|
|The first breath is fire. Oxygen flooding lungs that have never known air, igniting systems that operated in fluid darkness for nine months. The severing of the umbilical cord is the separation of flas, a new fire burning independent of its source.|
|Body temperature regulation comnces. Internal combustion sustains existence outside the womb. Your Cause continues its unfolding.|
A baby’s cry echoed through the hospital room, and Noah recognized his own voice from before he understood what voices were for.
Ti moved forward again.
He grew up in fragnts, years passing like pages being flipped through a book too quickly to read. Childhood. Adolescence. The mundane struggles of soone trying to survive in a world that didn’t particularly care if he succeeded or failed. His mother working multiple jobs. His father disappearing for longer and longer periods.
Then dungeons descended unto the world, and the apocalypse began.
Everything changed. Reality itself seed to crack open, and humanity discovered it had been living in ignorance of forces that had always existed beyond their perception. Monsters erged from nowhere. People awakened to powers they couldn’t explain. The old world burned, and from its ashes, a new world struggled to take shape.
Noah did everything to beco a Hunter.
He found himself in that dilapidated apartnt. The walls were cracked. The ceiling leaked when it rained. The single window looked out on an alley where garbage accumulated faster than anyone bothered to remove it.
But in his hands, he held a skill book.
[Fireball].
The cheapest offensive skill on the market, an F Rank ability that most serious Hunters wouldn’t bother picking up from the ground if they found it lying in a dungeon. But to him, in that mont, it represented Everything. It represented possibility. It represented the first step toward becoming sothing more than what his circumstances had decided he should be.
The skill book faded into lights that entered his body.
|Stage: First Kindling of Authority.|
|Mana integration comnces. A spark of power ignites within a vessel that had known only mundane existence. This mont marks the transition from potential to actualization.|
|Your Cause continues its unfolding.|
That was also part of his Cause.
Just because these monts were mundane didn’t an they lacked power. A normal human woman with no authority had given birth to him in a hospital room while his father threw money away on gas he couldn’t win. A cheap skill book had introduced Mana to his system for the first ti. None of it seed grand by the standards of beings who asured significance in eons and Observable Existences.
But from all this, a Seed of Observable Existence had blood due to his hands.
That was a big thing. That was a very big thing! And in the future, he knew it would beco a genuine Observable Existence, would bloom into sothing that rivaled or surpassed the reality he currently inhabited. His Cause would beco even grander with ti.
So even though it was mundane, this was significant.
An illusory consciousness of Noah gazed at his young self in that apartnt room.
The contrast was stark. His younger self stood there in worn clothes, thin from als skipped to save money. His current self floated nearby, wrapped in golden Observable force, bearing Hadean Bones and connections to Gilded Lifeforms and Infinity integrated so thoroughly into his existence that separation would be impossible.
The sa person. Separated by accomplishnts that his younger self couldn’t have imagined even in his most ambitious dreams.
"My Cause...has always been THE Infinite Cause."
His voice erged with certainty that pressed against this vision of the past.
"From myself, from my Cause, I shall draw power from what it represents and what it has accomplished. I shall establish my own Pulse of The Scales."
BOOM!
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