2920 Heavy! IV
His existence was becoming faint to his own Quintessential Annals of Extremity!
Facing such a shocking development, Noah looked deep within himself as his will bathed other his Aspects of Existence.
The major change that had occurred was on the one-
hundredth Fruit of Existence being devoured, and that all of his Aspects of Existence were now being bathed by the fantastical light of these fruits
Around Noah, vermillion flames raged as he sought to understand why, but truly…he didn't need to.
Because as time passed, it was made clear.
At this moment, the body of his clone was floating serenely in the stellar domain at the depths of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven, his mother, Ruination, and the Manifestation of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven being in front of him as around them, rivers of liquified extremes flowed with multicolored light.
Yet at this moment…
BZZT!
Noah's body sank.
[...?]
He gazed below to see the space around him become deformed, reality becoming twisted as it was breaking down.
As if…the weight he imposed on it was becoming too much.
…!
At the same time, he finally felt a change within his Existence.
He felt something that was always his, but at this time, it seemed to truly be so.
'This is…records?' His will buzzed as he recognized his records.
His authority as the Weaver of Extremity moved as finally, some sense of what was happening could be made out.
[An unquantifiable boon of the Fruit of Existence is manifesting itself.]
[Your Records are your own.]
[Your weavings are your own.]
[As you approach a new stage of your life, the weavings of your records are being branded onto your Existence.]
…!
What an existence did was always recorded down.
Noah's records were vast and filled with connections to others as they were initially encompassed in the Aeonic Annals of Extremity, and later transferred to the Quintessential Annals of Extremity once he forged this construct!
It was a type of proof of one's existence.
A type of certificate to say that this being or that being was actually there.
And now, a shocking phenomenon was occurring where Noah's Records were being taken from the Quintessential Annals of Extremity and into himself!
How massive and intricate were his Records? Their weavings with trillions of others?
How could such a thing be supported in any way by him?
…!
He gazed within himself.
He gazed at his Body, Origin, and Soul that were being bathed by the light of the Fruits of Existence.
They…were being elevated and prepared by the Fruits of Existence for something just like this.
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[Your Records meld into crevices of your Body, Origin, and Soul.]In his Quintessential Soul that supported his extremes.
In his blooming Aletheian Haven at the depths of his Extremity Vein.
In his Meridians coursing through his body.
His own existence was slowly coming to contain his own weavings of all his Records.
As this happened, his existence felt…heavy.
Immensely and unfathomably heavy!
Supremely filled with an unfathomable weight!
So much so that he felt his existence- his weavings, his records, his Concepts, his very being…they could affect his surrounding reality.
As if he was an immediate heavy object that was affecting the very spacetime continuum itself, the surrounding space trembled at his mere being!
There was Existence that was the person themselves.
There were Extremes that they expanded that supported them.
Then, there were their Records that foretold everything about them.
All three of these things could be destroyed to end an Entity as only their weavings would remain as traces in the rivers of history.
At this moment, within his Existence that contained his Extremes…Noah was also taking in his Records as everything about him was being wiped from even the Quintessential Annals of Extremity!
This progression caused by the Fruits of Existence caused Noah's mind to think of many things- the incident with Basileus Anaine and the entity who stood above the Legacy of Al-Abalem replaying in his mind.
The moment he had gazed at the weavings of Basileus Anaine, she had known. The moment he even thought of gazing at the weavings of the one above her, he had felt unprecedented danger!
Was this because their weavings were their own? That everything relating to them- their records were fully contained within their Existence?
So when Noah tried to even gaze at their weavings, it was akin to trying to gaze at their very existence with his own two eyes.
Even before he could truly gaze at them, these beings found out!
[...]
Noah's mind buzzed at this possibility as he thought about something even larger in the grand scheme of things.
Seeds.
Their records were always contained within the Annals of Extremity.
They were used as a source to elevate and make the Existential Extremity Authorities of their respective domain stronger, with their lives even making the extraction of Fruits of Existence possible!
But…were Seeds actually so prized because of the fact that their Records could be etched and utilized? That when they refined Existential Extremity Authorities, these benefits could be recorded in the Annals of the Existential Domains they were in and utilized for the formation of Fruits of Existence?
…!
Stumbling on this thought, Noah's mind buzzed as he felt the heaviness of his existence increase even more.
Why did the Basileus need Seeds? Why did Legacies oversee Existential Domains when they themselves should have the most proficiency and purity of their respective Extremity Authorities? This seemed to be a plausible answer!
As Noah stumbled on this, the figure of the Manifestation of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven spoke up at this moment as her eyes were actually filled with a sense of worry.
[I feel less and less of you with every passing second.]
…!
More and more of his Records were being taken from the Quintessential Annals of Extremity and layered onto himself as there were a great deal of things to figure out.
Of immediate consequence was that at this moment, his body was radiating a heavy new pressure.
A pressure that caused his surrounding reality to shudder as just by existing in it, it seemed to be distorting and breaking around him!
He had to control it.
He had to control the weight of his existence as at this moment, it was infinitely heavy!
