Chapter 4417: Collapsed Civilizations I

Noah met that scrutinizing stare directly and activated The Lens of Civilization.

And what he discovered proved illuminating.

|LENS OF CIVILIZATION - COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS|

|SUBJECT: Goliath|

|SURFACE IDENTITY: Living Paradox (False designation)|

|DISPLAYED METRICS: 2 Quintillion False Paradoxical Complexity and Purity|

|ACTUAL IDENTITY: Veiled Living Origin|

|TRUE METRICS: 46 Quintillion Veiled Origin Complexity and Purity|

|CLASSIFICATION: Remnant of Collapsed Civilization of Origin exterior to THE Loom|

|CURRENT THOUGHTS:|

|"Who is this Osmont truly? Does he possess any connection with forces from THE Loom? Should I inform the other Remnants about this anomaly? Risk revealing our existence?"|

|DEEPER CONCERN: Uncertainty whether Osmont represents threat or opportunity to Remnants’ long-term survival objectives|

...!

Noah absorbed these revelations calmly!

He looked at Goliath closely, studying his physical manifestationwith enhanced perception.

The being was a burly, muscular figure despite adopting human form, with white hair dancing wildly around features that seemed more appropriate to ancient Beast than civilized humanoid.

His human configuration barely constrained something far more primal, and his eyes revealed serpentine white pupils that provided glimpse of his terrifying snake-like authentic form.

Noah stood before such formidable being and spoke with a voice carrying calm certainty.

"Goliath... and you are actually a Veiled Living Origin from a Collapsed Civilization? THE Living Origin, that grand existence who embodied beginnings themselves, had its Civilization collapsed?"

BOOM!

He articulated such profound questions in utterly calm manner that it was disconcerting!

Goliath’s heavy eyes opened wide with shock, and in the next moment, his sizable body erupted with terrifying waves of Complexity and Purity that exceeded most others present!

The Living Paradoxes positioned around him were blown backward in shock as the carefully maintained disguise shattered, revealing what Goliath truly was.

His visage radiated immense white light of Origin...not Paradox but the fundamental authority of beginning preceding all other principles!

His titanic figure blazing with 46 Quintillion Complexity and Purity threw down both hands like hammer punches descending toward Noah with force sufficient to crater multiple Folds!

Noah looked at these devastating punches approaching with calm. He didn’t raise hands to block or manifest protective authorities.

He simply stood there.

BZZT!

An invisible field of power buzzed around him, a manifestation of his Civilization’s Foundation Palisades operating at conceptual level rather than physical structure.

The field flicked these heavy punches aside as if they were strikes from petulant child rather than being possessing 46 Quintillion in accumulated power.

Noah took single step forward, and glimpse of his Civilization’s full weight imposed itself upon Goliath.

That crushing pressure, that authority of a unified framework versus scattered individual might...descended with inexorable force!

Goliath’s expression became heavy as his existence trembled under tbe strain.

His form bent slightly beneath a weight that shouldn’t be possible!

He looked coldly at Noah through serpentine eyes.

"Who are you, truly? Not the surface identity you present, but your authentic nature and allegiance?"

Noah replied with a voice maintaining perfect calm.

"What I am not is some force affiliated with THE Loom. I possess no connection to that domain or the Civilizations secured within its boundaries. What I am... is someone profoundly interested in this concept of Collapsed Civilizations you represent."

His eyes gleamed with focus.

"THE Living Paradox and THE Living Emotive collapsed THE Living Origin and multiple other Civilizations besides that? And you represent surviving Members of these destroyed Civilizations? Where precisely have you all been hiding across the eons since that catastrophe?"

Noah’s words emerged with steady precision.

If Goliath existed among Living Existences while maintaining false identity, were there numerous others hidden throughout the Transcendent Folds?

If many Remnants from Collapsed Civilizations survived, where would they cluster or conceal themselves most effectively?

His eyes brightened with sudden insight...perhaps the vast Wandering Territories themselves?

At this moment, Goliath’s white eyes flashed with pure white light of Origin as he studied Noah comprehensively.

His heavy voice echoed with mixture of confusion and reluctant fascination.

"You genuinely aren’t affiliated with THE Loom... how is this possible? I can sense unmistakable aura of an established Civilization surrounding your existence...yet what Civilization could that possibly be? We haven’t observed any genuine Civilizations rising across the eons since the catastrophes..."

Noah’s smile widened at these words.

"You haven’t been observing carefully enough in recent days. Come now, tell me regarding yourself and these Collapsed Civilizations. Oh, and provide anything you can regarding Schrodinger...and where his other bodies might be concealed."

At mention of that name, Goliath frowned with evident confusion.

"Schrodinger? Why would you concern yourself with him? What relevance does he hold to current circumstances?"

Noah smiled with expression mixing calm and dark amusement as he breathed deeply...savoring air of the Sanctuary that felt cleaner now, as if The First Farmer’s collapse had released accumulated stagnation.

He spoke calmly with words of glorious and unfathomable revalation!

"Because Schrodinger and all his various bodies serve as Vessels for THE Living Paradox...the fucker who has just recently made personal appearance outside THE Loom."

...!

BOOM!

Goliath’s eyes opened wide at this information, his serpentine pupils dilating with shock and approached existential horror!

The other Living Existences positioned nearby, those barely listening while maintaining polite distance, felt their weavings buzzing as if they were hearing information far too grand for their existences to safely process.

THE Living Paradox? Here?

What?!

Goliath’s expression transformed from shock to stern determination as he voiced heavily.

"I must warn the other Remnants immediately. If THE Living Paradox has begun manifesting at this time, if the timeline we expected before The Fallout has accelerated beyond our projections... we may have far less preparation time than anticipated before THE Loom erupts and The Fallout consumes everything."

His white light intensified as urgency replaced confusion!

Noah watched with bright eyes as it seemed Existence outside THE Loom...still had more surprises!

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Collapsed Civilizations.

The phrase carried a unique weight beyond simple historical notation, encompassing tragedy and occasional triumph.

Across existence’s infinite expanse and temporal duration, countless empires had risen to magnificent heights before succumbing to internal decay or external conquest.

Yet the nature of collapse was rarely absolute.

More often than not, those ostensibly destroyed retained remnants...fragments of accumulated knowledge, survivors carrying cultural memory, artifacts preserving technological achievements.

These scattered pieces persisted like embers after conflagration, glowing faintly amid surrounding darkness.

Now, these remnants could manifest two fundamentally divergent outcomes.

Some amounted to nothing beyond nostalgic recollection...beings who remembered glory at civilization’s peak while lacking capability or will to reconstruct what had been lost.

They became living museums, preserving history without advancing it, eventually fading into obscurity as even memories deteriorated across generations.

But other remnants possessed such concentrated grandeur, such distilled essence of what their civilization had represented, that they succeeded in reforging collapsed frameworks!

Oh!

Rebuilding from ruin. Establishing new foundations upon bedrock of old principles refined through catastrophic failure.

Rarely.

For it was unfathomably difficult to restore that which had been shattered...like attempting to reassemble a shattered mirror and expecting reflection to emerge flawless rather than distorted by innumerable fracture lines.

The weight of prior failure, the trauma of collapse, the scattered nature of surviving resources... all conspired against successful resurrection.

Yet occasionally, against impossible odds, remnants succeeded in becoming phoenix rather than monument.

Those rare instances when broken became whole again represented triumphs worthy of eternal commemoration.

At this moment.

On the other side of The Veil, in territories designated as The Lands of The Dead.

A vast expanse stretched in all directions, filled with brilliance of Order and Death intermingling.

There was white radiance suggesting absolute structure coexisting with obsidian luminescence suggesting inevitable cessation.

The combination created an atmosphere simultaneously peaceful and oppressive, suggesting finality accepted rather than resisted!

At the center of this impossible domain, a woman adorned in pristine white dress examined her hands with detachment.

Their color appeared healthy and simultaneously not...a paradoxical state.

If one observed her entire figure with enhanced perception, they would witness her complete visage: fair skin shining like crystallized essence of graying-white purity, face holding immeasurable beauty refined beyond normal aesthetics into something approaching platonic ideal.

Her hair shifted constantly between obsidian darkness and brilliant white, never settling upon single configuration...as if even basic characteristics couldn’t decide between life and death, between what was and what had become.

But her eyes... her eyes held the grand weight of Civilization itself!

This...was THE Dead Order!

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