CHAPTER 2929 ALTERATION! I
The Eons of history were endlessly vast and filled with many names that rose and fell.
Very few ever managed to etch their names in eons of History- to be remembered and even remain moving to this day.
The Legacy of Archimedes was one such name that would forever be etched over the eons.
His Legacy…
Archon Basileus Al-Abalem had sharp eyes as he thought about his Legacy that was neither strong nor weak.
He wasn't in charge of some small and weak Existential Domain. He had climbed up the ranks until he was appointed to these Existential Domains of beginnings and endings as his collection of Fruits of Existence was immense!
But unlike some Legacies he looked at from afar, he didn't oversee multiple Existential Domains.
He wasn't even close to the center of power of this endless Existential Omniverse as he was just standing at the rungs of it!
Like all Legacies, he wished to climb up.
He wished for greater glory and honor- to make his existence even more distinguished.
So he bid his time and amassed droves of Fruits of Existence. He carefully chose his targets and was not yet ready to act!
But this Corrupted Seed…this Osmont…
The gaze of Archon Basileus Al-Abalem was filled with a chilling light as he observed the flow of Fruits of Existence, his voice coming out on magnetizing droves. owns © this.
"What is a Seed to an Overseer? What is an animal to its owner?"
…!
Utmost revulsion radiated from him.
Oh, how he wished he had the chance to crumple this Seed in his own hands!
As he expressed his intent, within these very same Archaeos Vitalis Pylos.
The figure of another Entity raised her head while looking at the center of these intricate lands bathed in a paradisiacal white light.
There, Basileus Anaine saw the dazzling glimmer of a white book- the brilliance of the Codex of Extremity as it seemed to be exerting even greater authority!
{...}
Basileus Anaine's eyes were sharp as she looked at this phenomenon thoughtfully.
She knew it wouldn't happen without reason as for it to occur…
She gazed down at the white clouds below her.
As if she could pierce into the weavings of the lands beneath it- into the domains where Mors Apokalypsis was taking place.
'Is it you? My expectations only continue to rise…'
…!
She didn't even vocalize her words as she only let them remain as passing thoughts, thinking of the figure of the man she saw within the weavings of a Record.
She was thinking of Noah Osmont!
As those in the Archaeos Vitalis Pylos experienced this phenomenon, they weren't the only ones.
Far from here, in the secluded Archaeos Vacuous Pylos, a dark shrouded visage of the Archon Basileus Ignatius looked up coldly.
He paid a significantly less cost for the activation of Mors Apokalypsis, but he was paying it nonetheless. He was also connected to this process as he was an Archon Basileus of these Existential Domains too!
He felt the outflow of his own reserves of Fruits of Existence as he knew variables arose, but for now, be kept quiet.
He waited to see how the next few days of Mors Apokalypsis would unfold.
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{The last hour of the First Day of Mors Apokalypsis dawned.}
{The Weaver of Extremity was an entirely different entity compared to the start of this day, with his Records nearly being assimilated fully into his existence as the breadth of his very being was rapidly expanded.}
{He was confident within himself, but so was the Codex of Extremity. Modifications had been made. Alterations were carried out to ensure within reasonable limits that the task of the Codex of Extremity could be carried out.}
{Knowing what was coming, you tried to foresee multiple possible paths your Fable could take. But the weaving of Existence, Records, and Extremes occurring next were too intricate and complex for your current self to bypass, and thus, the direction of your Unrecorded Fable could no longer be discerned.}
{Minutes before the start of the Second Day of Mors Apokalypsis, you could not foresee the surprises prepared by the Codex of Extremity.}
…!
These prompts flowed smoothly into Noah's mind as his eyes shone with a devilish light!
What he could do was already ridiculous enough, but it was still within the bounds and power of his existence.
If he could see ahead, then it simply meant he had to get stronger to the extent that even the weavings of heavily intricate and complex matters like the unfolding of the Second Day of Mors Apokalypsis would be possible!
But he wasn't there yet.
And that was okay.
The time would come.
HUUM!
Covered by an Aurum colored glow, Noah's visage jumped across the weavings of Records once more.
His consciousness woke up to find his main body floating valiantly, adorned with a purple Emperor's Robe as no Armament was on him.
And what need did he have for an Armament when his Aspects of Existence had been getting baptized with the authority of the Fruits of Existence?
When his very skin held the hardness and majesty of a High Grade Armament of Extremity?
He contained his existence within himself as he stood ahead of others, with his Son, past Primogenitors of the Vitalis and Vacuous Hyperversal Domains, and more Defenders of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven floating behind him with serious expressions!
They held a feast hours ago and celebrated their success, but they didn't let this cloud their judgments as they knew the next day would be just as crucial.
They just didn't know…to what extent.
Further ahead past Henry and others but behind Noah, the figures of Xiaomi, Athena, Barbatos, Katelyn, and other Queens of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven could be seen expressing glorious power at the Eighth Gradation of Extremity.
Their whole bodies brimmed with shocking life force and vitality as the elevated Existence of Noah was truly that unfathomable, the gains they made during their Dual Cultivation session not too long ago making them some of the most powerful combatants within these Lands as they relied on the Extremity of Harems.
They were ready to experience and utilize this power fully as they all stared towards the vibrant barrier of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven in the distance!