Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4855

Chapter 4855: A Scheme Across Time! I

Polemarch.

A ranking that at this stage of existence within THE Agora of Primordial Judgment was a rare one.

The sheer amount of merit that one needed to obtain it was ridiculous to even think about. Countless battles in THE Palaestra. Innumerable contributions to the understanding of the four fundamental aspects. Eons of dedicated service and demonstration of worthiness!

And yet THE Tongue Whisperer had obtained it the moment they arrived.

What made them so grand? What made them so immense that their sheer presence alone allowed them to gain such a thing?

The many Primordial Lifeforms across The Shores of Kleos and the internal regions of this place buzzed with speculation and wonder.

Ginnu Lifeforms who had spent yesrs working their way up from Hoplite stared upward at the floating ship with expressions that mixed awe and envy in equal measure. Muspeli warriors who had proven themselves through countless conflicts paused their training to observe. Chaos Giants whose forms shifted with barely contained turbulence grew still as they committed this name to their memory!

The name of THE Tongue Whisperer!

It would spread from here. It would reach the far corners of THE Agora, whispered in temples and debated in forums. A being who had achieved the impossible simply by existing!

Noah’s eyes were blindingly sharp as he thought about the possibility of all of this.

In the future, he had entered THE Agora of Primordial Judgment for the first time. He had gained the Polemarch status after making the contribution of the nine new Phonemes of The First Tongue public. That contribution had been so significant, so foundational to the expansion of linguistic authority across Observable Existence!

The way time and causality worked seemed to be truly unique.

Because his signature was laid down later on, but for him, it was in the past of his existence. The same signature of a Polemarch was applied right now, which was his ongoing future, even though his ongoing future meant that right now, he was in the past.

"..."

Confused yet?

He had contributed the nine Phonemes in what was his past but THE Agora’s future.

THE Agora had recognized that contribution across time.

And now, in what was his future but THE Agora’s past, that recognition was still valid.

"..."

We’ll stop there!

It was fucking confounding.

Temporal mechanics made his head spin if he thought about them too long. The closed loop nature of his journey meant that everything he was doing now had already been done, had always been done, was simply being experienced for the first time from his perspective while having always existed from the perspective of time itself.

But he couldn’t dwell on such paradoxes.

Not when there was work to be done.

At this moment, he felt the aura of THE Primordial Paradox rise up.

The ancient Absolute came to stand beside him on the deck of Naglfar, his obsidian form radiating authority that made everything else seem small by comparison. His figure looked just as imposing and imperious as ever before, tiredness hidden beneath layers of regal composure that refused to show weakness.

And when he came beside Noah, he also wore the toga of a Polemarch.

Of course he did.

"It is merely the ranking of a Polemarch. I gained it a bit ago when I visited here and didnt bother going for Strategos ranking as it was binding."

His voice carried that precise sway that made every word feel deliberately chosen.

"Do not permit it to go to your head, Youngest."

He glanced down at the shore below, at the countless beings staring upward with expressions that ranged from reverence to disbelief.

"Now then. Shall we stand here and revel and bask in the shock and awe of others?"

"Or shall we proceed with the business at hand?"

"Let us go in."

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