Chapter 4035: Discipline! I

Fear and doubt…twin guardians that have shepherded existence since consciousness first wondered if it should be.

They are called protectors by those who value safety, called wisdom by those who have been burned, called essential by those who believe suffering teaches.

But what if they are none of these things?

What if fear and doubt are not guardians but jailers, not wisdom but weakness disguised as prudence?

The fearful say that without fear, one becomes reckless, throwing themselves into danger without thought or consideration.

They claim fear keeps beings alive, makes them careful, forces them to calculate risk against reward.

The doubtful argue that without uncertainty, one becomes arrogant, unable to see their own limitations, destined to overreach and fall.

Both are wrong.

Being fearless does not mean being reckless…it means being free to make choices based on logic, desire, and will rather than the phantom chains of what might go wrong!

The fearless don’t throw themselves into danger carelessly; they simply recognize danger for what it is…a state of being that exists regardless of their emotional response to it.

Being doubtless does not mean being blind to limitation…it means understanding one’s capabilities with perfect clarity, without the fog of uncertainty clouding judgment.

The doubtless don’t overreach; they reach exactly as far as they can, no more, no less.

Without fear and doubt, what remains?

Glory.

Fucking Glory!

Pure, undiluted glory of existence acting according to its truest nature, unencumbered by the weight of what might be, focused entirely on what is and what will be made to be.

This is not recklessness. This… is transcendence.

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Noah stood on the golden sands of his Shore, the weight of his journey in the Earliest Folds still settling into his bones.

Without fear to make him hesitate or doubt to make him question, he examined the seeds he had obtained with the pure curiosity of someone encountering new tools.

The Failed Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest seemed to pulse with incomplete potential.

The Seed of the Tender’s Tree hummed with purpose waiting to be expressed. The Seed of the Singular Prosperity Grass contained compressed advancement that defied mathematical logic. And the Seed of Inevitability…

The Seed of Inevitability was something else entirely.

As he moved toward the cultivation plots, a familiar presence made itself known.

Yoshinami, in her spider form, crawled toward him with movements that suggested she was tasting the air itself.

Her crimson eyes fixed on him with intensity that transcended simple observation.

“Master,” she said, her voice carrying notes of recognition and confusion, “you smell… is reminding me of home.” She paused, her mandibles clicking thoughtfully. “You smell… old.”

The observation carried more weight than simple words could convey. Yoshinami, who had existed in times and places that predated current understanding, recognized something in him that hadn’t been there before.

Noah smiled at her words as he arrived at an empty plot, the golden soil seeming to anticipate what was about to be planted.

“I just paid a quick visit to the Earliest Folds.”

“…?”

…!

Yoshinami’s typically blank expression cracked, showing shock that made her eight legs twitch with surprise.

The Earliest Folds were myth to most, legend to some, and death to nearly all who were in them. Yet her Master spoke of visiting them like one might speak of a walk through a garden!

Noah analyzed the seeds with perception unencumbered by hesitation. Before obtaining the Seed of Inevitability, he had deemed the Failed Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest the most prized…after all, it dealt with a Principle, one of the fundamental forces that shaped existence itself.

But now, examining the obsidian seed that Khor had pulled from her own being, he wondered if the Seed of Inevitability might be just as grand, if not more so.

Under Yoshinami’s shocked gaze, her mysterious crimson eyes tracking his every movement, Noah began to plant.

He started with the Seed of the Tender’s Tree, pressing it into the golden soil with reverence for what it represented…the First Farmer’s early successes, his initial attempts to create assistance for his impossible dream.

|Seed of the Tender’s Tree Planted. Natural Maturation Time: 100 years. Acceleration Options Available- With Corpse Nutrients: 7 days, With 300 Drops Early Creature Blood: 1 day|

“Use three hundred drops of blood,” Noah commanded without hesitation. “Mature in one day.”

HUUUM!

His blood flowed into the soil, each drop worth more than kingdoms. The seed absorbed it greedily, already beginning its accelerated growth.

Next came the Seed of the Singular Prosperity Grass. This one settled into the soil with weight that seemed impossible for something so small.

|Seed of the Singular Prosperity Grass Planted. Natural Maturation Time: 100 days. Acceleration Options Available- With Corpse Nutrients: 4 days, With 400 Drops Early Creature Blood: 1 day|

“Same acceleration,” Noah commanded. “One day maturation.”

…!

Another hundred drops of his precious blood soaked into the soil. The investment was significant, but the return would be exponential!

When he took out the Failed Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest, the very air grew heavy with anticipation. As he pressed it into the soil, the entire Shore trembled as if the land itself understood something significant was being planted.

|An extremely unique Seed has been detected. Failed Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest Planted.|

|Warning: Current Shore Level May Be Insufficient for Full Nurturing. Analysis Required to Understand Seed Mysteries|

|Analysis Cost: 500 Drops of Early Creature Blood. Analysis Duration: 1 day|

|Note: This is merely for understanding. Actual growth requirements unknown|

Noah felt the weight of this cost. Five hundred drops…each one capable of elevating common beings to transcendence, and he needed them just to understand what he had planted!

“Proceed,” he commanded sternly, feeling his veins open to provide the required payment.

No fear. No doubt!

The blood flowed into the soil in streams, the Failed Seed drinking deeply as it began its analysis. The Shore itself seemed to hold its breath as the process began.

Finally, with careful deliberation, Noah took out the Seed of Inevitability. The obsidian seed seemed to exist in multiple states simultaneously…here and not here, planted and unplanted, growing and fully grown. As it touched the soil, reality itself paid attention!

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