Novel Full Chapter 4065: Effort! I
Chapter 4065: Effort! I
In the Early Veiled Shore, the atmosphere wes immensly glorious at this moment.
Yoshinami’s song continued, softer now but no less powerful, weaving through the air like a blessing being recorded in reality itself.
Heidrun’s dance slowed to match, their combined ritual not ending but transitioning into something sustainable, something that could continue as long as needed.
“Master,” the Infiniverse said, drawing Noah’s attention back to her. “This is just the beginning. The Seed will grow. The Principle will genuinely bloom. And as it does, as I do, as we all do… the harvests will become richer.”
She gestured to the Seed, to the Shore, to everyone present.
“The First Farmer dreamed of reality where effort always mattered. Where trying always yielded something. Where even failure planted seeds.” Her smile contained certainty that transcended prediction. “We will make that dream real. Not just here, but everywhere you choose to plant your influence.”
Noah nodded slowly as he thought through everything.
The First Farmer had wanted a few things when first talking to the Seed!
Existence where trying always matters, where effort is never wasted, where even failure plants seeds for future success.
Ensuring that something always grows from what is planted!
But in the end…
He had Failed!
But from that Failed Seed…something had grown!
Effort had mattered!
He was only missing a perpetual force as Noah provided just that. How glorious was such a thing?
Noah had to step into the Earliest Folds- to even have the capability of doing that was insane.
He then had to meet Fold Dwellers and survive an attack of a Mad Early Creature, and only then did he obtain a Failed Seed from a sorrowful First Farmer!
And now, here he was.
How glorious!
How quintessential!
All that was left to do now…
He looked straight at the terrifying Glyph on The Infiniverse as he spoke out.
“Let me…get a feel of this harvest.”
…!
Harvest.
The word carried weight that transcended its agricultural origins. It was result made manifest, effort transformed into reward, the reality’s acknowledgment that what was planted had grown into something worth gathering.
But what exactly was harvest in the context of existence itself? Was it simply the collection of what had grown, or was it something more fundamental…the principle that effort, any effort, deserved recognition?
The Early Living Existential Seed Glyph of Perpetual Harvest represented something the First Farmer had dreamed of: Existence where trying always mattered! Not a guarantee of success, but an assurance that effort planted seeds, even in failure. That work performed with intention would yield something, even if that something was simply the wisdom to work differently next time.
Noah contemplated this as he stood in his transformed Shore, feeling the weight of what had been accomplished.
He had put in effort…decent effort, he would say with characteristic understatement. From that first moment of awakening to Infinite Mana, through the creation of his Shore, the gathering of his people, the navigation of weavingd of Existence- all of it had been effort compounded upon effort.
Now, it was time to see the results. Time to witness the harvest that such effort had cultivated.
The Infiniverse moved with the fluid certainty of someone who needed no instruction, who understood her purpose with clarity that transcended communication.
The Glyph on her forehead blazed with green-gold radiance. It appeared as a leaf, verdant and golden simultaneously, filled with such concentrated power that looking at it directly felt like witnessing the concept of growth itself.
The leaf seemed alive, pulsing with determination of seeds pushing through stone, of roots finding water in deserts, of life refusing to accept that it couldn’t flourish. It was effort and harvest unified, the promise that one would always lead to the other!
When the Infiniverse spoke, her voice carried weavings that resonated with the fundamental nature of growth itself.
“Your efforts are mighty, Master, and your harvest…should be even more so.”
She rose slightly, the green-gold leaf beneath her feet supporting her like a throne that existed in dimensions beyond the merely physical.
“Endowment, true endowment…is not gift but recognition. It is Existence acknowledging that effort has been invested, that work has been performed, that intention has been focused toward purpose.” Her eyes blazed with the certainty of principle made manifest. “It is existence itself saying: ‘You have planted. Now reap.'”
She raised her hands, and the Glyph on her forehead erupted with light that didn’t blind but revealed.
“Upon my Master, the Harvest Festival Endowment shall bloom!”
HUUM!
The declaration rang through the Shore with the force of natural law being established!
Around Noah, reality responded with enthusiasm that suggested it had been waiting for this moment. Vibrant gold-green leaves materialized from nothing, spinning around him like lotuses caught in a whirlwind of their own making. Each rotation carried within it the glow of perpetuity that was cyclical- harvest leading to planting leading to harvest again.
The leaves didn’t just spin, they sang! Their movement created weavings of grain fields stretching beyond horizons, of orchards heavy with fruit that would seed new orchards, of effort transforming into result with the certainty of existence!
|You have been blessed by the Harvest Festival Endowment|
|Existence and worthiness measured…|
|Classification: UNDEFINED|
|Worthiness exceeds standard parameters|
|Recalculating based on expanded metrics…|
|From Harvest Festival Endowment of the Seed of Perpetual Harvest:|
|Complexity Gained: +33,000,000,000|
|Purity Gained: +33,000,000,000|
…!
The sensation that flooded through Noah defied simple description. It wasn’t just power flowing into him, no. It was recognition on a fundamental level. The authority he felt exceeding anything he had experienced before!
The Dimensional Lattices that True Sources created, the Living Existential Authority he had wielded, even the Early Existential Authority he had touched….none of them compared to this coursing of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest.
It was like comparing a candle to a star, a drop to an ocean, a moment to eternity.
What was a Principle? Noah felt he could finally understand as the authority worked through him, transforming the small into the unfathomable with casual certainty.
A grain of sand could become a Wheel of Existence. A moment of effort could become eons of result!
Oh!
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