Chapter 4269: Discoveries, Inventions, and Glory! III

Weak things. The term was a casual, dismissive brushstroke that painted beings from one to one hundred Quadrillion in complexity as little more than bothersome insects.

Noah shook his head internally at the sheer, arrogant scale of power that was considered baseline in this ancient, terrible place.

"Today," Elara continued, a cruel, almost joyous, light entering her crimson eyes, "I was thinking we would pay a visit to the Nest of Inevitabilities. It has been a while since I had the chance to rip apart those mindless, hungry things."

...!

The words were a stone dropped into the quiet, still waters of Noah’s existence.

He felt a sudden, violent lurch in his own existence, a tremor that did not come from him. Inside his consciousness, Khor, who had been a silent, observing presence, stirred.

Her voice was not a whisper; it was a blade of pure, frozen rage.

"Outsider," she hissed, her thoughts a venomous current in the river of his mind, "do you have the power to kill a bitch like her yet? She might have outlived her uses."

She spoke of killing Inevitabilities, her children, her kin, as if they were vermin. In front of a listening First Hunger!

Noah’s flight came to an abrupt, absolute halt.

The air around him shimmered as he stopped his momentum instantly. Elara, a few hundred feet ahead, paused and turned, an eyebrow raised in question.

"No Inevitabilities," Noah said, his voice a calm, flat, and utterly non-negotiable command.

"We will go to one of the other dangerous areas."

Elara blinked, a flicker of confusion in her crimson eyes. She opened her mouth to argue, to question, but there was something in his gaze, a quiet, tyrannical weight that sought no dissent.

She sighed, a sound of mild, professional annoyance. "Fine," she said. "If you have an aversion to cleaning up pests, we can go elsewhere. We’ll go to the... Frostfang Peaks. It is home to the Primordial Verdant Trolls. They are an interesting species. Beasts that have grown complex enough through unknown means, likely by devouring a large cluster of Everythings at their genesis. They are territorial, aggressive, and their King... he is a worthy specimen for testing."

Noah nodded, the cold fury of Khor in his mind slowly receding.

They changed course, their forms streaking across the impossible, primordial landscape.

They passed over forests of trees so tall their canopies were lost in the swirling nebulae of the sky, over rivers of what looked like liquid starlight, and through swarms of strange, bioluminescent creatures that sang with a silent, psionic energy.

They arrived in a region of stark, breathtaking beauty. A massive green and white snowy mountain, its peaks so high they seemed to scrape the very firmament of the Fold, shone with a radiant, internal light.

Its perimeter alone was a cacophony of bestial roars, a symphony of territorial fury. Around the mountain, radiant, floating islands of green, verdant earth, each with its own waterfall of pure, life-giving water, drifted like silent, loyal sentinels.

The mountain itself was teeming with life. As they drew closer, they could feel thousands upon thousands of eyes turning towards them, gazes filled with a raw, primal intelligence and an uncomplicated, murderous intent.

All across the verdant, snow-dusted slopes of the mountain, massive, verdant-black Trolls, their bodies a fusion of living rock and primordial moss, watched them.

And at the very peak, sitting upon a throne of pure, unblemished ice like a king surveying his domain, was a verdant Yeti.

It was a titan, a being the size of a small world, its fur the color of a winter forest, its eyes two burning, ferocious crimson stars.

|Location Identified: The Frostfang Peaks.|

|Analysis of local biome is complete. Scanning for all biological and existential threats...|

|Threats Identified:|

| - [Primordial Verdant Trolls]: 13,472 individuals detected.|

| - Power Range: 1 Quadrillion (Juvenile) to 350 Quadrillion (Elder).|

| - [Yeti King – Borborygmos]: 1 individual detected.|

| - Power Range: 495 Quadrillion Complexity and Purity.|

|Master, this is a target-rich environment. I would advise a strategic, tactical approach. Or, you know, you could just walk in there. Your call.|

Noah locked his eyes with the world-sized Yeti King. He saw the numbers, the staggering, almost insurmountable power of the beast.

Elara, beside him, clapped her hands with a sound of pure, unadulterated, scientific glee.

She looked at the monstrous creature, then at him, her eyes blazing with an excited, predatory light.

"Osmont," she declared, her voice a theatrical, almost playful, challenge. "I choose you! Go!"

"..."

So, the field test was to be against a creature whose power was, on paper, just a bit more than his own.

His own base complexity, even after the endowments, was still catching up to the boons from the Modulator and the Aegis. This would not be an easy fight. It would be a struggle!

A Struggle.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Noah’s face. This was good.

He understood something fundamental about struggle. Struggle was the whetstone upon which his own, tyrannical will had been sharpened.

Whenever he had struggled, whenever he had been pushed to the very brink of his limits, he had always, always, emerged with the most glorious, most impossible loot.

So...

HUUM!

He began to float forward, a lone, magisterial figure against the backdrop of a mountain teeming with monsters.

He moved towards the swarm of Trolls, towards their King, all by himself. His body was still clad in the simple, sleek white-gold wrappings, his Aegis a silent, beautiful promise resting against his clavicle.

He looked small, insignificant, a single, defiant spark against a raging, bestial inferno.

And he had never felt more powerful!

The first to meet him were the Juveniles.

Primordial Verdant Trolls, each the size of a small mountain, their bodies a fusion of living rock and primordial moss, their eyes burning with a simple, brutish rage!

They roared, a sound that shook the floating islands around them, and surged forward.

Noah did not even bother to activate his Aegis.

He met their charge, a single, white-gold meteor against an avalanche of green and black!

He relied on his own, newly reforged strength, on the quiet, humming promise of the Innate Omnichalcum Aura Field that swirled invisibly around him!

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