Chapter 5659: I Think, Therefore I Am! I
Chapter 5659: I Think, Therefore I Am! I
<THE True Human Emperor>
At times, the deepest shock of a breached door is rarely the monster you do not know. It is the presence you have already bled alongside!
Noah had his eyes locked on the front threshold of THE Serenaros Dimension. The thick, crystallized barriers separating their Dimensional Cabin from the one ahead were sliding open. He expected an apex predator, drawn by the undeniable scent of the Immense One’s Pure Blood Essence that was currently bubbling into a colossal stellar tree in the center of his rusted courtyards!
But as the heavy, suffocating aura bled through the gap, Noah’s eyes pulsed with sudden incredulity!
He felt the signature of life outside that door even before the physical bodies stepped in. He felt it because the weavings of his infinity, however cast out, were silently braided into the existences walking into his Dimension!
The doorway parted fully, and boundless waves of obsidian Paradox spilled into the realm.
Two figures emerged from the roaring abstract storms. The first was a massive obsidian titan, towering with the crushing density of a Primeval beast. Existence itself actively distorted and warped around his massive frame. Beside him walked a humanoid dressed in the threadbare rags of a peasant, his entire body burning quietly with faint, obsidian flames of pure anomaly.
They were beings Noah knew intimately, though they carried an entirely different weight at this moment.
It was THE Living Paradox and THE Primordial Paradox! The student and the teacher were both here!
Noah activated THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard, taking the measure of their growth across the different flows of time.
|THE Living Paradox|
|VERITAS: 11|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: Undefined|
|PONDUS: 12|
|THE Primordial Paradox|
|VERITAS: 15|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: Undefined|
|PONDUS: 18|
Of course, attributes sitting in the teens carried a profound, lethal weight for any standard True Lifeform. But even more astonishing than their arrival was the immediate realization that the heavy aura of oppression did not stem from them.
The true, suffocating weight came from the shadow walking behind them.
An old man stepped through the threshold. He wore the loose, immaculate garbs of an ancient philosopher, his bearing entirely devoid of the fanaticism of THE PAX or the primal rage of the Primeval Ones. He radiated a boundless regality and an intellect so sharp it felt physically abrasive!
His eyes were unfathomably deep, holding a paradoxical certainty that forced the surrounding laws of existence to quietly submit to his presence.
Noah gazed at him once, and the Records answered with a heavy weight.
|Descartes, THE Continuum Paradox|
|VERITAS: ?????|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: 62|
|PONDUS: 65|
|EXISTENTIAL MOIRAI: 85|
An existence sitting deep in the sixties, carrying a VERITAS completely obscured by questions marks!
The moment this philosopher appeared, he swept his sharp gaze across the Dimension. He completely ignored the towering blood-tree budding at the center of the courtyards. He ignored the endless cages filled with inhibited lifeforms hovering in the sky. He instantly locked his gaze directly upon the unseen layers, finding Noah immediately.
The old man stared at the Progenitor, and he frowned.
Before the tension could escalate into a conflict of Rulings, a boisterous voice boomed out and shattered the quiet.
"Haha, Youngest? Youngest! How are you here? It has been months!"
The titanic figure of THE Primordial Paradox rushed forward, his obsidian body vibrating with genuine, unfiltered joy. Even the prideful and calculative visage of Erwin cracked with shock, the peasant-garbed anomaly offering a small, rigid nod of acknowledgment toward the bloody throne.
Seeing an old friend, a title that could truly only be applied to THE Primordial Paradox, as Erwin had once been an enemy he nearly killed, Noah waved his hand.
Down in the courtyards, the thousands of Veiled Descendants immediately stood down. They lowered their authority and stepped backward, every single one of them moving with the deliberate, synchronized precision of chess pieces as they formed neat, silent rows behind their emperor.
Noah rose from his throne.
He descended through the unseen layers, his crimson-gold robes trailing stellar blue light as he stepped onto the rusted ground. He met THE Primordial Paradox in the center of the courtyard, and the two of them dapped up!
HUUUM!
The physical collision of their hands caused the surrounding existence to violently buzz! Bursts of localized, obsidian paradoxical storms raged outward from their grip, clashing uselessly against the invisible barrier of Noah’s Quintessential Provenance Skin!
"Man, I still cannot see your depths," THE Primordial Paradox laughed, pulling Noah into a heavy, crushing hug. "I thought with time moving differently across Dimensions, I may have pulled ahead of you just a little, but it doesn’t seem like it. Oh..."
At that moment, THE Primordial Paradox scratched his massive obsidian head. He turned around, his boisterous demeanor instantly shifting into a posture of profound respect as he looked toward the old man behind them.
"Continuum Master," THE Primordial Paradox announced cleanly, "this is an old friend and benefactor of both of us. THE Youngest, Osmont!"
...!
Continuum Master?
Noah was genuinely astonished. THE Primordial Paradox, an entity of absolute arrogance who had warred against the weavings of existence itself, actually referred to another being as his Master?
Noah looked closely at the old man. Descartes was filled with unfathomable power, yet he carried no greed. He had ignored the Immense One’s treasure entirely to focus his complete attention upon Noah.
Descartes looked back at him calmly. His voice, when he finally spoke, hd devastating weight of absolute logic.
"I think, therefore I am," Descartes stated evenly. "Do you think, Youngest?"
HUUM!
It was a simple question.
Yet shockingly, Noah felt his Provenance Essence violently pulse! An unbearable conceptual weight slammed down upon his shoulders, testing the very foundation of his identity. He felt entire seas of unfathomable paradox pressing down around him, seeking to measure the exact depth of the truth he claimed to hold!
His physical existence demanded a response. His 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks screamed to defend him, urging him to erupt with Infinite Sanguine Mana and violently shatter the incoming suppression.
But his mind recognized the nature of the pressure. It was not a physical strike. It was a philosophical measurement!
Noah stood perfectly still under the crushing weight, his endlessly blue eyes locking onto the philosopher, and he replied using the absolute, undeniable root of his own Tongue.
"I AM!"
BOOM!
Instantly, the heavy, suffocating weight pressing down upon him faded away into nothingness.
Descartes held Noah’s gaze for a long moment, the sharp intellect in his eyes cooling slightly. The old philosopher gave a single, slow nod, finding the answer perfectly adequate!