Novel Full Chapter 4054: Records Without Limitations! III
Chapter 4054: Records Without Limitations! III
Brilliant multicolored waves of light continued to echo out across the Early Veiled Shore as more prompts cascaded down!
|Without limitations to hide them, truths are becoming visible|
|Accessing archived data from collapsed timelines, records, and weavings of existence are being retrieved…|
…!
A brilliant white light suddenly engulfed everything.
It wasn’t harsh or blinding.
The light was the light of revelation, of understanding, of veils being lifted!
Noah found himself suspended in luminescence that had texture, that had meaning encoded in every photon.
|You are witnessing the history of what is now known as the Infiniverse|
|Limitation removal has allowed access to memories thought permanently lost|
|Prepare for historical reconstruction…|
The white light began to resolve into something else, like fog clearing to reveal a landscape that had always been there.
A record!
A History!
Noah found himself observing… witnessing with the clarity of someone watching the most important moment in history unfold.
A scene began to construct itself from thr white light!
He saw a vast stretch of land that dwarfed anything he had encountered.
On it were silver white glimmering sands.
The silver-white sands weren’t just beautiful, they were buzzing with potential, each grain containing enough complexity to birth civilizations!
Incandescent waters lapped at shores that extended beyond perception, while roiling mists wrapped around the edges like reality’s own uncertainty about where this place ended and impossibility began.
But paradise had been violated.
Thousands of Massive marine lifeforms…ancient species whose very existence predated the categories used to classify life…lay with their titanic bodies torn open.
Their wounds weren’t clean cuts but tears in existence itself, as if someone had reached into reality and pulled these creatures apart at the conceptual level!
Their blood, crimson-gold and luminous, painted the sacred waters with evidence of catastrophe.
The land itself bore witness to destruction.
Vibrant trees that might have been the ancestors of every tree that would ever grow lay shattered, their branches reaching toward skies that could no longer shelter them.
Farmlands that had been cultivated with patience measured in eons were soaked with that same crimson-gold blood, their carefully tended rows now graves for ambitions that would never fruit.
Structures rose from this carnage like accusations!
Totems that touched clouds and anchored themselves in the world’s foundation stood cracked but defiant.
Ancient buildings whose architecture suggested purposes beyond simple habitation lay in various states of collapse.
Geometric constructs that might have been art or might have been technology or might have been both sprawled across the landscape, some still humming with dying energy.
But it was the corpses that truly told the story.
More than a dozen Early Creatures lay scattered across this continental expanse!
Some had been cut in half with such precision that their severed portions still seemed to be trying to reconnect.
Others showed signs of being unraveled and undone, their very existence being pulled apart thread by thread until nothing coherent remained!
Still others displayed a more terrible fate: the complete decimation of the concept of existence within them, leaving bodies that were physically intact but fundamentally absent.
Amidst this ocean of endings, a single Early Creature remained alive.
She knelt in the blood-soaked sand, her dark hair falling past her shoulders in waves that seemed to move with their own sorrow.
Her eyes…dark pupils that spoke of depths without end, freely streamed golden tears that fell to mix with the blood below. Each tear that fell seemed to carry within it the weight of witnessing everything you loved become nothing.
She wasn’t looking at the carnage around her. Her gaze, filled with hatred that transcended emotion to become force itself, was fixed on nine figures standing before her.
Nine Early Creatures, each bearing bone weapons!
These weren’t simple armaments.
They were tools carved from the bones of Existence itself, each one containing an entire Fold within their structure…compressed existence weaponized and wielded with casual certainty.
“Why?” Her voice cracked on the single word, then strengthened with rage that could have birthed Wheels of Existence.
“Why would you do this? They were Farmers! Scholars! Wanderers! We had no part in your wars, your weavings, your grand designs!”
HUUM!
The leading Early Creature among the nine stepped forward slightly. Age wrapped around him like a cloak, but it was the age of mountains, of concepts, not weakness.
When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of someone who had made peace with atrocity.
“Why does anyone do anything?” The question seemed genuinely philosophical rather than dismissive.
“Some act because they want to…desire driving decision. Others act because they are commanded…duty overcoming preference. All of existence operates on these two principles. Want or must. Choice or compulsion.”
He gestured at the devastation with his bone weapon, the movement causing reality to ripple.
“We wanted to let you be. Your Shore was beautiful, productive, peaceful. But we must do this. The equation is simple when reduced to its components.”
The kneeling Early Creature’s expression shifted from grief to something sharper. “So… who is commanding you? Who has the authority to order this massacre?”
The silence that followed was heavy with reluctance.
The nine Early Creatures exchanged glances that suggested they wished this question hadn’t been asked, that naming their authority would make their actions even more real.
Finally, the leader spoke, his voice heavy with the weight of truth that couldn’t be avoided.
“THE Living Paradox.”
BOOM!
The name fell like a stone into still water, creating ripples of implication that spread outward endlessly.
Why?
Why would THE Living Paradox want this? What was it doing now?!
The kneeling Early Creature paled, her tears stopping as shock overwrote grief. Her teeth ground together with force that could have powdered diamonds.
Then she laughed…a sound devoid of humor but full of defiance.
“Legacy,” she said, the word given weight by her approaching death. “Every creature that has ever existed leaves one, whether they know it or not. Some leave legacies of creation, building things that outlast them. Others leave legacies of destruction, tearing down what others built.”
She looked at each of the nine in turn, memorizing their faces.
“Your legacy will be one of obedience. You’ll be remembered…if you’re remembered at all, as the hands that held the weapons, not the minds that chose the targets. Pawns who confused following orders with strength.”
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