Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4764

Chapter 4764: What?! V

In his existence, battles were a dime a dozen.

They came and went like waves upon a shore. Some were memorable. Most were not. Violence was simply a tool to be wielded when necessary, discarded when it no longer served a purpose.

But he wanted to give special attention to Gilgamesh.

Purely because of what this being had done when he sent an attack of curiosity across time.

That golden light that had descended upon Noah and his people in the Early Veiled Shore. That casual display of power that had nearly collapsed everything he was building. That arrogant inquiry from a being who viewed others as interesting specimens rather than equals.

Noah remembered.

And he always collected his debts!

Due to how rapidly he progressed, there were times when enemies he detested... he bypassed their power so completely that it wasn’t even fun when they collapsed beneath his Weight. By the time he was ready to face them, they had become insects beneath his heel. The satisfaction of vengeance was hollow when the target couldn’t even comprehend what was happening to them.

Gilgamesh was at a sweet spot that was just right!

His own Weight and Immensity was breaking toward Fundamental as Gilgamesh would be a worthy existence to carve out his glory! A genuine challenge. A meaningful victory. Something he could savor rather than simply execute.

And as he did this here, he was particularly focused on the actions of his body in the deeper areas of this Vault of Ginnungagap.

He felt like it was time to spread the Phonemes he created.

After seeing THE Creature lay out an Embodiment utilizing The First Tongue and gaining nothing from it... Noah wanted to collect taxes on all the harvest and usage of The First Tongue. He would be able to do so more closely with his personally forged Phonemes!

The 18 Core Phonemes had existed before his Claim. Others had been using them for eons. Harvesting from that usage was indirect, filtered through layers of established practice as the harvest was a mere percentage and ongoing.

But his 9 original Phonemes?

Quintessence. Infinity. Tyranny. Fortune. Advantage. Narrative. Harvest. Hunger. Potential.

These were his creations. His contributions to The First Tongue. Every being who learned and used them would be using something that Noah had personally brought into existence.

The harvest from that would be direct.

The harvest from that would be his alone as he would tax absolutely everyone!

So as a glorious battle began to show a supposed leader what a true tyrannical leader was like, his gaze flickered to another place deeper from here.

Back in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment!

In the library of The Glossarians that represented an opportunity to collapse an Absolute while reinforcing his Way again and again, and obtaining the treasures lying within this Vault of Ginnungagap!

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In the Logoseion.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

Noah floated above the swirling blue-gold plasma sea, his toga inscribed with shifting Phonemes, his laurel of crystallized language catching light that seemed to come from nowhere. The zero upon his chest marked him as a newcomer. A Hoplite with zero Merit daring to challenge a Lochagos with nearly 450.

Opposite him, Theoris the Articulate maintained her position with casual elegance. Her vibrant spectacles reflected the plasma sea below. Her dark hair flowed in currents of linguistic energy that swirled around her form. Her toga displayed CDXLVIII in glowing numerals.

The surrounding Glossarians watched in silence.

This was the scholarly air of the Logoseion. Even though many carried looks of mocking amusement, even though laughter had rippled through the crowd moments before, they did not scream or roar out their entertainment. They stayed silent while watching the debate ahead.

This was a place of learning.

Even foolishness could teach valuable lessons.

Hoplites of various forms sat in circular arrangement, their eyes fixed on the confrontation. Bears and serpents and humanoids and abstract beings, all wearing blue-gold togas, all curious to see how badly this newcomer would be humiliated.

The Lochagoi present observed with more nuanced expressions. Some showed pity. Some showed boredom. A few showed the faintest glimmers of interest, wondering if perhaps this Hoplite knew something they didn’t.

Ophelia watched from the crowd with wide eyes, her serpentine form coiled tightly with concern for the newcomer she had been assigned to guide.

Lumivara’s tail swished with barely contained excitement.

Ul’moreth’s veiled eyes burned with anticipation.

Skoll sat on his haunches with his tongue out, not understanding what was happening but happy to be here with his new Master.

Theoris gazed at Noah with imperious confidence.

"I will not even push for a complex debate of Logos or Philologies for you."

Her voice carried the patient condescension of a teacher addressing a particularly slow student.

"We can simply conjure a single Phoneme and see who writes it out the best. To its truest expression."

She adjusted her spectacles with one finger.

"This is the most basic test of linguistic understanding. If you cannot even express a single Phoneme with clarity, there is no point discussing higher constructs."

Her lips curved into a smile that held no warmth.

"Consider this a lesson, Hoplite. Learn from your failure today, and perhaps in a few centuries, you might be worthy of standing where you currently stand."

...!

Her words were calm with a hint of majesty.

As if she was taking the time to educate a junior!

As if this debate was already decided and she was simply going through the motions out of obligation!

The surrounding Glossarians nodded with approval at her generosity. She was giving this foolish newcomer the simplest possible test. She was being merciful.

Theoris raised her finger.

Light began to gather at its tip.

She inscribed the Phoneme of Fire into the air before her!

The construct blazed into existence with fiery brilliance! Crimson and blue light intertwined in patterns that spoke of combustion and heat and transformation! The Phoneme burned above the plasma sea with intensity that made nearby observers shield their eyes!

It was beautiful.

It was precise.

It was the work of someone who had spent eons refining their understanding of this single concept. Every curve of the inscription was perfect. Every line carried meaning that supported and enhanced the whole. The Phoneme of Fire as Theoris expressed it was a masterwork of linguistic artistry.

The crowd murmured with appreciation.

This was why she was close to becoming a Polemarch. This was the standard against which this foolish Hoplite would be measured.

Noah looked at it.

His eyes traced every line. Every curve. Every subtle inflection of meaning that Theoris had woven into her expression of Fire.

Then he nodded.

"Adequate."

ADEQUATE?!

Theoris’s expression flickered with the first hint of irritation. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Adequate?" she repeated, her voice carrying dangerous edges. "You dare call my expression of Fire merely adequate? Do you have any idea how many years I have spent refining-"

He revealed THE Absolute Seal of Fire!

BOOM!

All of it contained in one perfect, impossible construct.

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