Others could fail. Others could have doubts. Others could be unsure.
Noah knew with utmost certainty that he was not one of them.
Even though he absolutely did not know how everything would unfold after THE Fallout, he had to approach it with the mindset that regardless of what happened, he would persevere through it and survive.
He truly did not have the choice because for him, failure was critical.
It was why right now, he had set up an Anchor Point.
He looked at the glowing words that detailed exactly how it looked like.
|ANCHOR POINT ESTABLISHED|
|Designation: Anchor Point One - THE Festival of The End|
|Location: Early Veiled Shore within THE Infiniverse|
|Timestamp: 1 hour, 17 minutes after First Phase of THE Fallout concluded|
|Status: Active and stable|
|Infinity Fuel: Fully infused with a few Logos and Philologies including some of the 9 Core Phonemes|
|Reset Capability: Upon sensing potential collapse of Way and Civilization, or upon voluntary activation, existence will reset to this moment|
|Retention: All memories, cultivation progress, and knowledge from erased timeline will be preserved|
|Remaining Anchor Slots: 8/9|
This Anchor Point acted like an assurance that he could go back to in the case that things went wrong.
And with how it emerged and what THE Fallout promised, it was very much foreshadowing that things would be going wrong. He was not looking forward to this.
But again, he could not hold any doubt as he had to always move with quintessential certainty.
And so at this moment, while THE Festival of The End continued all around him, Noah observed his surroundings with contemplative calm.
As he looked at his people whose skins were cracked with the marks of those cursed, destined to never even get near THE Absolute Depth, he remained calm. They were currently eating and drinking even while an apocalypse raged all around them.
It was a scene he would protect over and over again if he had to.
He wondered at this time if this Anchor Point that he had set, if he would actually be coming back here sometime in the future. If circumstances would force him to reset, to return to this moment and try again with the knowledge of what went wrong.
He shook his head at the thoughts as he got back to the current situation at hand.
One of the biggest things was his own existence, of course, and the changes that it had undergone in the last hour as THE Fallout raged.
And yes, it had been over an hour now as Existence continued to be altered and changed from the outside.
This single hour allowed him to familiarize himself with the newly forged Core Phonemes that only he owned and had access to.
Which in itself was a crazy reality to ascertain.
He, that weak Rank F Hunter from a blue planet, had nine exclusive Core Phonemes of the language of Existence. There had only been eighteen Core Phonemes initially since Observable Existence differentiated, and he had just added nine more that belonged solely to him.
He had truly come far since throwing fireballs in the back of a dilapidated apartment!
But when he closed his eyes and felt the Phonemes of The First Tongue, it felt like he was ever closer and integrated into The First Tongue itself. As if he held a secret that nobody else knew or had access to. As if he had become part of the very language that structured reality.
Insofar, he had begun with the Phoneme of Quintessence and Infinity to be infused into the Principles of Undifferentiated Mana, Cheating Architect, Perpetual Harvest, and the other Genesis Philologies.
What was unique was watching these Philologies be altered in real time.
After Quintessence and Infinity flowed into them, which only occurred after numerous trials and errors in Creative Mode, he watched as a radiant and different type of authority began to pulse and permeate in what he had known the Philologies to be.
Because simply, a Genesis Principle was something that was comprised of the Core Phonemes of The First Tongue, of which there were eighteen. So when someone else came and began altering by adding new Phonemes into these Philologies, they would not remain the same.
A Genesis Principle was a Genesis Principle.
But what Noah was doing right now was altering and elevating a Genesis Principle by adding brand new letters that had never existed before.
And as he began to run simulations with Ruination under Creative Mode on fusing the remaining Phonemes he just created into his Philologies, the immensity and weight that he was giving off only became more and more intense.
To the extent that the gains of utilizing the pressure and effort of withstanding THE Fallout turned into boundless harvest by the Philology of Perpetual Harvest. The advancements made by the prisoners in his Infinite Desmoterion contributed their share. The Infinite Potential he had continued to allow to flow into his Foundation and Civilization compounded everything further.
It allowed for a tremendous advancement within just the span of an hour.
|ADVANCEMENT REPORT - 1 HOUR POST-FALLOUT|
|Current Weight and Immensity: 18/100th of the weight and immensity of THE Intermediate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities like THE Creature or THE Primordial Chaos (approximately)|
|THE INFINITE DESMOTERION STATUS:|

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