Chapter 5755: Gonadotropin! I

In the space between things, the space that was his and his alone, Noah held an impossibility and felt it trying to kill him.

There was nothing here but him. He had drawn his whole attention down into a place no gaze could reach, and in the quiet of it he cradled the invisible unit of Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin that Vakochev had pressed into his hands, and his existence strained around it like a rope pulled to its last fiber!

One day. That was all the Fallen Hero had given him before the thing dispersed and was gone, and every moment of it, the holding alone was a weight that threatened to tear him open from the inside.

So he began with what he was best at.

He reached for THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer. He dreamed. He turned his greatest craft upon the invisible unit and reached for a definition of it, like how he had reached for the shape of Infinity in the Runestone’s forest.

And he caught nothing.

No shape. No edge. No dream to read. His Provenance closed on the ECG and found only absence, not because the substance resisted him but because his dreaming could not perceive it at all. It was beneath his native craft entirely, in a register the Dreamer had no access to!

He persevered as...hours passed.

He tried again, and again, and each time came back empty, and slowly a humbling wonder settled beneath the frustration. His greatest Provenance was blind to this. The hormone that grew titans was invisible even to a being who had crossed into the Ineffable, who had authored the death of an architect, who could dream forever. He held it in his hands and could not see it!

Then Noah reached for the other Provenance.

THE Provenance of THE Immense Sovereign. The stolen thing! It never felt like his the way the Dreamer’s did. He used it rarely. Even now Thalia was working it far away upon the Vasiliou Lineage, reaching into their existential genomes and remaking them into Elselifeforms.

That was its nature. Sovereign editing, cut from an Immense One and fluent in the language of the mighty and the deep makeup of how an existence was assembled.

Noah turned it upon the invisible unit alongside his Infinity and Provenance of THE Human Dreamer, and for the first time, he barely perceived the Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin!

Barely. It came faint and wrong-angled, a thing glimpsed through a keyhole cut for a different eye. But he could sense its shape, the way it did not run in blood but in the weavings of an existence, and he could feel the single quiet task it carried into reality without pause. Keep growing this. Do not stop. Sustain the becoming!

But perceiving it was not grasping it.

He could barely sense the ECG now, but he could not hold it, could not take it into himself, because it was an Immense One’s substance and his existence was not an Immense One’s existence.

When he tried, it strained and pushed back and threatened again to tear him open, a thing of the wrong grammar forced into a vessel that could not receive it.

The turning of the day burned down toward its end, and Vakochev’s warning came back to him. This is not a gift. It is an adversity, and you may or may not benefit from it, depending entirely on your own capability.

Noah thought about impossibilities.

That was what this was. Another edge, another thing he could not seize by force no matter how much force he brought. You do not grasp the impossible. You reach a definition of it that is your own, and in the reaching, it becomes yours.

He could not take the ECG.

But perhaps he did not need to take it. Perhaps he needed to become something that could hold it!

HUUM!

The epiphany bloomed, and his straining existence caught fire with it. He would not force a thing of the wrong grammar into himself and break. He would do the only thing he had ever truly known how to do.

He would generate his own!

Noah drove both Provenances at once, and the space between things blazed with the collision of them.

The Immense Sovereign’s Provenance held the perceived ECG steady. And the Human Dreamer’s Provenance...it generated. From the deepest place of him, from nothing at all, it began to make something that was his.

He studied the model, and he found its limit.

The ECG was an infinite signal. It never stopped whispering, never ceased telling reality to grow its bearer.

But it was produced in vanishing quantities, a substance so rare even Immense Ones could barely study it in their own existences. An infinite signal, starved by a finite source.

That was its wall, and it was why immensity gestated across ages rather than instants, because the hormone that grew the mighty was endless in what it said and starved in how much of it there was to say it.

And Noah, who had spent this whole descent learning the impossible, asked the impossible question.

What if the signal itself were infinitely generated?!

Not a finite drop of an infinite hormone. An always-generating one. A source that never emptied, a thing that made itself forever and never ran dry, and yet was a single discrete substance he could own and root into himself. Infinite in its making. Finite in its being. Boundless and bounded at once.

An impossibility!

Infinity, to him, had been many things. But this was stranger. This was a thing that held two truths at once, two truths that contradicted each other, and was true in both. Finite and infinite. A contradiction that did not resolve, that did not collapse into either side, that simply stood true in both directions at the same time and did not need to choose.

Some contradictions, Noah understood in that blazing instant, are genuinely true!

His definition of the impossible was no longer only endlessness. It was also...DIALETHEIC.

The infinite that is also finite. He had struggled with this before days ago!

It simply meant he no longer had to choose between what a thing was and what it could not be. He could make a thing that was both.

So he made it!

From THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer, from his Infinite Sanguine Mana surging warm through his weavings, from his Nine Teloi burning steady in every quark, something began to be dreamed based on the structure of THE EXISTENTIAL CHORIONIC GONADOTROPIN, and it did not stop.

His own hormone of becoming. Born, not stolen. An always-infinitely-generating authority-substance that spoke his grammar and no one else’s, a signal that told reality to keep growing him without pause or limit, made forever from the well of his own self-made existence, an impossibility that was finite and infinite at once.

|You have generated an impossibility of your own.|

|THE OSMONTIAN CHORIONIC GONADOTROPIN: an always-infinitely-generating authority-substance; the self-made hormone of your own Immensity’s gestation.|

|Your understanding of Infinity is recategorized as it has added another definition: DIALETHEIC INFINITY. A truth that is also its opposite. Finite and infinite at once.|

And it rooted!