Novel Full Chapter 4236: Rebuke! II
Chapter 4236: Rebuke! II
From the pristine, silent grandeur of the Heart of Law, they came!
They did not tear through reality with the chaotic violence of Paradox or the raw force of Origin.
Theirs was a more profound, more unnerving method of travel. They commanded existence to be orderly, and in the swirling, lawless chaos of the space between Folds, a path simply... appeared.
It was a bridge of absolute precedent, a corridor of juridical certainty, a straight, unwavering line of silver-white light that imposed its will upon the unstructured void.
They materialized in the region of Collapse where the Nullvein Gravewake Folds had once been, their arrival a silent, synchronized flash of silver and gold.
Dukes of Law, their forms radiating an authority as constant and as unyielding as the passage of time, were at the forefront.
Behind them, a host of Royal, Honored, and Prime Living Laws fanned out, their collective presence a chilling wave of absolute Law in this realm of endings.
And then they saw it.
It was a blasphemy. A glorious, breathtaking, and utter blasphemy against every principle of law, order, and known reality they held dear!
Where there should have been only the chaotic, swirling remnants of a dead Fold, a fortress of impossible beauty and unknown design now stood.
A bastion of vibrant blue and gold light, its semi-translucent walls revealing the tantalizing, impossible glimpse of a thriving wonder within- barely observable.
Great bastions, each existing in multiple dimensions simultaneously, studded its perimeter like defiant jewels, and from its highest spires, potent auroras of blue and gold rivers flowed out and around the entire structure, a celestial moat of pure, protective authority.
The assembled Dukes frowned, a collective, silent expression of profound displeasure.
Duke Justinius, a being whose form was so perfectly symmetrical that it seemed to hurt the eyes, his power a crushing 700 Trillion in Complexity, was the first to speak.
His voice was the sound of a verdict being rendered. "Our perception is being denied. Our authority is being repelled."
Royal Law Tristesse, her own Complexity feeling almost insignificant in the presence of these ancient pillars of Law, floated beside him.
Another Duke, a woman named Themis whose eyes seemed to hold the weight of every law ever written, stepped forward.
"This is not the work of a standard authority," she said, her voice a low, analytical hum. "The way it repels our will is not a direct counter, but a fundamental disagreement with the premise of our entry. This feels... older. More fundamental."
Her gaze sharpened with a dawning, terrible comprehension. "This is the signature of a Principle."
The word hung in the dead air, a weight heavier than any physical mass. A Principle. A fundamental, fold-shaping law of existence, one they did not know and did not control, had been made manifest here!
"Then we test its limits," another, more aggressive Duke declared, his form wreathed in chains of golden light. "We see what this ’Principle’ is made of."
HUUM!
They began with a gentle probe. A united push of their collective wills, a wave of pure, conceptual intent that washed against the Aegis.
It was like a soft breeze against a mountain. The blue-gold walls shimmered, but did not yield.
They escalated. They began to exert their authority. Conceptual gavels, each the size of a moon, materialized and smashed against the barrier.
Chains of precedent, woven from the very history of law, sought to bind and constrict the structure!
Waves of pure, unadulterated judgment, the very force that held the Folds together, crashed against the walls. The Aegis did not crack. It did not strain. It rippled. It hummed.
It absorbed the energy with a serene, almost musical indifference, like a vast ocean accepting the rain!
Inside the Radiant Shore, at the very heart of the now-impenetrable Infiniverse, Noah watched.
He sat upon the golden sands, a faint, amused smile on his face, observing the futile assault on a conceptual screen woven from his own authority. Khor floated beside him, her abyssal eyes twinkling with a delight that was almost childlike.
She mused, her voice a soft, melodic hum. "You have found your Way, Outsider. Maybe..."
Her "maybe" was no longer a note of pessimism, but one of awe. She was witnessing a philosophy of power she had never seen before, a terrifyingly efficient system of turning hostility into growth.
As the Dukes’ attacks outside grew more intense, more desperate, Noah felt a new sensation. A thrill, a hum, a song that began in the walls of the Aegis and resonated directly in his soul. The trap had been sprung.
BOOM!
|[Architect’s Rebuke] has been activated.|
|Hostile energy signatures detected. The Living Laws are... displeased with your unauthorized construction.|
|Siphoning Hostile Authority: [Living Law - Duke Tier]. A potent, if rather rigid, energy source.|
|Analyzing... Converting...|
|A [Defensive Engram] has been created. It contains:|
| - 31.2 Trillion in raw, usable Complexity and Purity.|
| - A temporary (24-hour) partial resistance to Duke-level Living Law Authority.|
|Recommendation: Absorb immediately to gain tactical advantage and process battlefield data.|
Noah willed it, and he felt the Engram flow into him, a jolt of pure, refined power and a flood of understanding!
He could feel the very structure of their attacks, the subtle nuances of their authority, the philosophical underpinnings of their power.
This...was just the start as imagine the constant inflow of numbers as more powerful beings attacked?!
Noah’s eyes were bright at thr thought alone.
With these thoughts budding, an analytical set of prompts bloomed in his vision, a strategic overview born from his new, terrifyingly efficient defense system.
|Maximizing [Architect’s Rebuke] Efficiency for Project Zenith.|
|Your new Aegis has successfully transformed your home from a passive sanctuary into an active, predatory resource-generation engine. Hostile actions against you are now a net positive. The following protocols are suggested to maximize this strategic advantage.|
|Protocol 1 (The Honey Pot): Deliberately leak information about the ’unfathomable treasures’ or ’lost knowledge’ contained within the Aegis. This will attract greedy, curious, or ambitious Living Existences to test your defenses, providing a steady stream of diverse authority Engrams for your consumption and analysis.|
|Protocol 2 (The Carrion Call): Utilize the essences of The Dead already in your possession. A controlled release of their aura outside the Aegis will act as a conceptual ’chum,’ potentially tearing The Veil and drawing other roaming Dead Existences toward your location like predators to a fresh, irresistible kill.|
Noah read the terrifyingly logical suggestions, a slow, devilish smile spreading across his face.
He had his fortress. And now, he would make his enemies build its walls for him, one painful, harvested lesson at a time!