Chapter 4654: The First Lesson II In Existence, teachers were rare. Not instructors who recited facts or demonstrated techniques. Not mentors who shared their experience or guided development. But true teachers who fundamentally changed how their students perceived reality itself. Across the countless eons of Observable Existence, entities had risen to power through struggle, through theft, through inheritance, through luck. Very few had risen through genuine teaching. The pessimistic truth was that most who claimed the title of teacher were frauds. They hoarded knowledge to maintain advantage over students. They shared just enough to seem generous while keeping the best insights for themselves. They created dependency rather than independence, ensuring students always needed to return. This was the Way of Existence. Knowledge was power, and power was not freely given. Even among THE Living Existences who’d formed the grand Civilizations, how many truly taught? They never taught the underlying truth to the vast masses, only to a select few who had the talent for it. Teachers who truly taught, who genuinely elevated their students without reservation, who shared the deepest truths without holding back... These were so rare as to be almost nonexistent. And then, there was THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons! --- In The Early Veiled Shore of The Infiniverse, having put The Fallout in the back of his mind while he focused on communicating with The Infiniverse, Noah appeared above the skies of the place that used to be a small island with golden sands. And he was communicating with The Infiniverse as she proceeded to forge THE Infinite Loom. Because this was the barrier of protection against The Fallout. The answer was not attaining THE Civilizational Authority or raw power alone. It was unknown even if someone held THE Surface Depth or THE Intermediate Depth whether they would survive whenever THE Living Paradox activated his weapon against THE Creature. The weapon that would carve out THE Belly of Existence and unleash everything that was locked in the prison of THE Creature. Ul’moreth and all others imprisoned there. When it came to that future, Noah was actually expectant and cautious for it. It meant an eruption of entities with THE power, and who knew what the landscape would be after The Fallout. But in preparing for it, he wasn’t just utilizing THE Civilizational Authority or filling up the barrier of The Infiniverse with THE Civilizational Units of Everything of Mana. He was having The Infiniverse inscribe Logos of The First Tongue itself in its periphery. And because no matter what THE Living Paradox sought to destroy, he couldn’t destroy The First Tongue itself. At this very moment, the peripheral barrier of his home was being inscribed with Logos of The First Tongue. And he was also personally moving with another body near The Infiniverse to inscribe the Philology of his Genesis Principles on it as well! The Philology of Existence... could anyone destroy it? It would be akin to destroying the very structures that made up The First Tongue itself. The main opponent of THE Living Paradox was THE Creature. And after knowing everything that he now knew regarding how obscene THE Creature was, Noah had to give props to THE Living Paradox for even daring to do what he was doing. He was still a shitty guy and one of his main enemies. And of course, Noah didn’t forget about his ultimate and most sworn enemy in Existence... THE Living Elemental! The man who put a curse of burning on him and made him leave his harem momentarily. He would hunt this fucking guy to the very ends of Existence after he came out of THE Loom. As he had such thoughts, some in The Early Veiled Shore were already looking up at him. He shook his head and got back to his purpose here. He looked down at the radiant golden sands of this expansive and endless continent as he saw many things. He saw his Abode that used to be the Abode of The Early Creature, but now it was The Abode of THE Genesis Monarch. He saw the aquariums that were holding multiple radiant Marine Lifeforms. He saw the many fields and trees and plots that were filled with Sacred Herbs. The massive figure of Yoshinami rested in a corner, and Heidrun grazed in a green-gold field while Malphas obtained Sacred Mead from her and also looked up. He saw Riya, whose eyes burned brightly with Mana as she was currently smiling. He didn’t even have to ask her whether she saw Mana still dimming or not to know why she smiled. And he saw the figures of Tor and Khor as they were looking at the Sanctuaries of Primus Inevitabilities. He saw THE Living Origin with Sigrid leading her and introducing her to Amelia Osmont. He saw The Queen of Matter and Night recording everything as if they were possessed. At such a time, he looked at the closed book within his hands and spoke out. |Gather.| HUUM! The word was spoken not in normal language, but in the language of The First Tongue! Tor and THE Living Origin understood it since these beings were exposed to The First Tongue after all of these eons and very likely knew the Phonemes already. But to the others, it should be and feel completely foreign. And yet, Noah chose to speak in this voice. Because his Way was The Way of Mana. His Civilization was that of Mana, as every single creature before him held Mana coursing through their veins. Just like he was able to understand The First Tongue and speak it with his Mana, even though his people might stumble and struggle to understand initially, he was doing them a favor by speaking in this language from the beginning. If their Civilizational potential and their talent were profound enough, they would understand him rather quickly. And if they didn’t have enough potential or talent, they would struggle. But eventually they would pick it up. For he didn’t plan to have his Civilization be a weak one. Because Existence was not fair. Existence was such a profound struggle that even now, he wanted to do everything he could to make sure that a time never came similar to before. When he stood before THE Primordial Chaos or THE Living Temporal, and he wasn’t able to do a thing. He didn’t want that feeling of helplessness in himself or in his people. They had to struggle. They had to persevere. HUUM! Noah floated down gently, coming to sit on the massive construct of The Abode of THE Genesis Monarch. He looked at those standing on the golden sands and throughout the regions of The Early Veiled Shore. He looked at all of them as he raised a book. THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons. His Foundation of The First Tongue made manifest. His figure looked glorious as his blue-gold robe pulsed with radiance. The floating blue-gold crown above his head pulsed with bursts of Fragments of Phonemes of The First Tongue. His entire figure gave off a truly imposing feel, even to his own people who’d grown accustomed to his power. This was different. This was the appearance of a true Sovereign about to impart knowledge that would reshape their very existence. He spoke with grand and imposing tone. |Our enemies are stronger than us. Existence is stronger than us. We have to play catch-up in order to simply stand before them. And the way to do this is to struggle and to learn. The weapon that will allow you to stand tall against monstrous creatures that have lived for eons... is The First Tongue.| BOOM! His words were heavy and booming as they echoed across The Early Veiled Shore. At this moment, countless entities within the region turned their attention fully to him. All of their eyes locked onto his figure. Even the figures of Tor and THE Living Origin had eyes filled with a light that seemed to be asking... just what was he about to do? Because The First Tongue was something that could truly only be utilized by those who held a Depth of Absolute Sovereignty. He would try and teach it to the masses? The scene was glorious as Noah raised the book in his hands. He looked like an ancient primordial emperor giving a sermon to his subjects! His voice emerged with imposing and tyrannical authority as he explained. |The First Tongue is not energy. It is not power in the traditional sense. It is language. The fundamental grammar that structures all of reality. Every Way of Existence, every Principle, every expression of authority... all of it stems from The First Tongue. The glyphs we have been using are simplified expressions. Useful, yes. But limited. They are training wheels. And I refuse to let my Civilization ride with training wheels when you could be flying.| He paused, letting the words sink in. |Learning The First Tongue will be difficult. Many of you will struggle. Some may fail initially. But those who persevere, those who truly grasp even a single Phoneme, will find their power elevated beyond what glyphs could ever provide. You will be speaking the language of Existence itself. And Existence will have no choice but to listen.| His eyes blazed with blue-gold light. |I will not coddle you. I will not simplify things beyond what is necessary for comprehension. You will struggle, and through that struggle, you will grow stronger than you ever imagined possible.| Noah brought THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons in front of him. He opened its cover as brilliant light spilled forth. The first page rose up and began to shine with intense blue-gold radiance tinged with pure flame. Noah voiced out grandly. |The first lesson is that of Fire. The Phoneme of Fire.| BOOM! The page expanded, growing larger until the Phoneme of Fire was visible to all gathered entities. Blue-gold flames danced across the surface, forming intricate patterns that seemed to burn yet create rather than destroy. |Fire is not merely flame. It is transformation. It is energy unleashed. It is the force that changes one state of being into another. When you master the Phoneme of Fire, you don’t just create flames. You speak the concept of transformation itself into reality.| Noah raised his hand as the Phoneme manifested above his palm. |Watch. Learn. And when you are ready, attempt to recreate what you see. Struggle. Struggle. Struggle!| HUUM!