Chapter 4846: THE Primordial Paradox IV
Chapter 4846: THE Primordial Paradox IV
THE Primordial Paradox took another sip.
"And even now, they remain desperate to do so. Erwin was never the first to attempt taking my Claim from me."
His smile returned as it was thin and knowing.
"He was only the one who managed to succeed. Even though he is nowhere near the most powerful among those who tried."
He set his glass down on the crystalline table.
"And that glimmer of Paradox within him, that capacity to achieve the impossible through methodology rather than raw power... that is at least what made him worthy of attempting this."
His gaze turned over to Noah, shifting from the approaching threats to more immediate concerns.
"Oh, by the way."
His tone became businesslike.
"As big a fan as I am of continuum paradoxes, what I am attempting would have to be very covert. Others cannot really know about the one who helped me."
He studied Noah with eyes that saw more than surface appearances.
"Could you alter yourself or change your identity a little bit? This way, your Weavings can be kept a secret across time."
...!
THE Primordial Paradox actually suggested such a thing.
Noah looked at him while continuing to consume the items laid out on this brilliant table. Another crystal. Another fruit. Another sip of liquid that tasted like finality given form.
He knew that his distinction as the Claimer of The First Tongue was a heavy one.
When he didn’t have sufficient power, it could also bring endless trouble. And the matter right now was a sensitive one. He was trying to grasp more knowledge of the past to understand how to defeat an enemy in the future. If his presence here became known, if his identity was discovered across time...
The complications would be immense.
His existence shone with decision.
His visage began to alter and change.
His figure became wider and taller, expanding from his normal form into something more imposing. Shimmering blue-gold wings erupted from his back, spreading wide with feathers that seemed to be made of crystallized language itself.
Above his head, a crown formed.
But not the crown of 27 Seals that normally accompanied his authority.
This crown looked like a stack of books burning with the light of only 18 Phonemes of The First Tongue. The 18 Core Phonemes that were known at this point in time, before the additional 9 he had forged.
Overall, he looked like a small titanic entity surrounded by what many at this time still knew The First Tongue to be. Powerful. Knowledgeable. But limited to the linguistic understanding of this era rather than the expanded mastery of the future.
THE Primordial Paradox looked at this scene and nodded slowly.
"Your distinction is reined in for the most part."
His voice held approval, but also caution.
"But if others at the level of THE Creature or Chaos take a good look at you, they would still be able to discern the truth."
He tapped his fingers against the arm of his throne.
"So here is just a little assistance from me. To mask what you are, you would have to impose another identity upon yourself. Since it will be impossible not to display your brilliance with The First Tongue, you could be someone who is very proficient in it."
His obsidian eyes twinkled.
"Let me see... how do you like the title of THE Tongue Whisperer?"
BOOM!
As he said such words, THE Primordial Paradox tapped out with one finger.
Waves of Absolute Immensity surged from him, wrapping around Noah with authority that far exceeded anything he came across recently. But the intent was not hostile. The power was not attacking!
The waves coalesced into a physical object that materialized in front of Noah.
A medallion.
Obsidian-gold metal formed into the shape of a river flowing into itself, an endless loop of current that had no beginning and no end. The paradox of a river that was its own source and its own destination, perfectly captured in metal that held Absolute authority within every atom.
|Artifact Analysis|
|Classification: Absolute Artifact|
|Designation: The Medallion of Infinite Current|
|Function: Veils the signature of one’s power to only be discerned as an Absolute known as THE Tongue Whisperer|
|Creator: THE Primordial Paradox|
|This artifact imposes a false identity at the Absolute level of authority|
|While wearing it, your true distinction will be completely masked|
|Others will perceive you as THE Tongue Whisperer, an Absolute of unknown origin with mastery over The First Tongue|
...!
Noah looked at this medallion in his hands with shining eyes.
THE Tongue Whisperer.
He had heard that name before!
When he last visited Ginnungagap, names had been mentioned as he moved with Ul’moreth. THE Creature. THE Primordial Paradox. THE Living Paradox. THE Secretive Eon.
And among them, spoken with the same weight and reverence...
THE Tongue Whisperer.
After that Temporal Traversal, he had never come across anything else relating to THE Tongue Whisperer. It was as if the entity had simply vanished from history, leaving behind nothing but a name whispered in the oldest places of Existence.
He had wondered, briefly, who THE Tongue Whisperer had been and whether he would meet them like he came across THE Secretive Eon in the future!
And now...
Now he was looking at a medallion that would make him THE Tongue Whisperer.
He was the fucking Tongue Whisperer?
The mysterious Absolute mentioned alongside the greatest beings in Observable Existence during the early stages of THE Infinite Unfurling?
Oh!
The closed temporal loop revealed another layer of its complexity!
Time.
It was so fucking messy.
Noah placed the medallion around his neck, and the moment the obsidian-gold metal touched his chest, he felt his identity shift. His aura changed. His signature transformed. The weight of THE Genesis Monarch, Claimer of The First Tongue, one of THE Four...
All of it became something else.
THE Tongue Whisperer.
An Absolute of unknown origin and master of The First Tongue in ways that defied easy explanation.
THE Primordial Paradox smiled as he observed the transformation complete itself.
"Much better."
His voice held satisfaction.
"Now then, THE Tongue Whisperer..."
The approaching auras of two enemy Absolutes grew stronger, closer, more immediate.
"Let me swat a few gnats away and even teach a lesson. I can be considered a Senior among THE Four so I can always be a little kinder to our Youngest of THE Four. Do you know about Apophasis?"
...!