Chapter 143: The Na of a Race
This was sothing the Akashic Record didn’t expect.
This was a developnt no one expected.
Because let’s not forget—Noah held the title: The True Anomaly.
He was soone who couldn’t be seen. Soone fate and destiny couldn’t pierce through.
He was outside the system. Beyond the threads of inevitability.
So every single one of his actions?
They were his own.
Uncontrolled. Unasured. Unwritten.
And now—he had beco sothing... more.
A new race had been born.
And he had beco a Progenitor. A True one.
Sothing that, until now, only the rulers of ancient factions could claim.
Beings who had existed for millions of years.
Beings who had built empires across galaxies.
Beings who had long transcended the limitations of ti.
And yet...
He was just 15.
He was just a boy.
He was just... a child.
But that child had achieved what others spent millennia trying—and failing—to do.
He had done the impossible.
And that was sothing the Akashic Record deeply admired. Truly, genuinely.
So when it ca ti to give him his True Na—
It didn’t hesitate.
It didn’t offer one.
It offered two.
Nas never spoken before.
Nas that carried aning too heavy for ordinary reality.
Nas that could shake the fabric of the universe if left unshielded.
{You are Nytherion Il’Varethos.}
The world trembled.
The very na carried weight beyond comprehension.
And if it weren’t for the Akashic Record shielding Noah in that mont,
If it hadn’t wrapped his existence in divine barriers layered beyond layers...
The universe would have trembled under that na’s gravity.
But the Record was rciful.
Noah was still young. He was still in his growth phase. His foundations were still forming.
And so, it covered him.
{Your True Na has absorbed both of your traits.}
{You are walking toward perfection.}
{But you are still far from there.}
{Integrate more power. More bloodlines. More affinities. More physiques. Everything.}
{Keep evolving.}
A pause.
But the notifications didn’t stop.
So—
{As the first being of your race, you have earned the right to na it.}
{What shall your race be called?}
Noah stood still, his silver hair cascading behind him like a trail of starlight.
He looked at the notifications calmly, silently.
He had created an entirely new race. An entirely new bloodline.
He was now a progenitor.
A founder.
The first of his kind.
"A na, huh?" he said softly, his voice calm, thoughtful.
This wasn’t just a na.
This would be a word that echoed across galaxies. Across epochs.
He had to make it aningful.
He had to make it grand.
Noah smirked to himself.
After all, this race—he didn’t create it alone.
He created it thanks to the system.
Thanks to the won who stood by his side.
Thanks to everything he had fought for and bled for.
This bloodline was not just for him.
It was for his children.
For the family he would one day build.
For the queens at his side.
Because now, Noah didn’t just want to conquer. He didn’t just want to dominate.
He wanted to build sothing.
A legacy. A ho.
Because—
"How lonely would it be," he whispered, "if I stood at the very top... but alone... for all eternity?"
He didn’t want that.
He refused that.
So not just for himself.
But for the ones walking this journey with him.
For the ones who would co after him.
He would na this race. A special na.
And the na would be—
"Elysiari."
"Elysia from Elysium—a paradise, a sanctuary for immortal beings."
"And the -ri, from those who belong."
Noah paused.
He had searched deep in his mories from Earth, picking a na that held aning, history, and soul.
"And together..." he smiled, "it ans Those of Eternal Sanctuary."
That was his dream.
A sanctuary for his family. For his people. For his future.
A dream that spanned eternity.
A dream that was entirely his.
{DING! Your race na has been recorded.}
{You have received the title: Progenitor of the Elysiari.}
{Your bloodline has been nad: Elysiari Bloodline.}
{Congratulations, Noah Weaverheart.}
{Current State of Existence: 19999.}
{Next Threshold: 20000.}
The notifications faded.
Noah stood tall with his new appearance, his white eyes gleaming with rotating runes, his silver hair weightless, vast, divine.
He smirked.
’What do you think of my new look, dear system?’
[It suits you well, Host.]
Noah chuckled softly.
’Show the bloodline abilities.’
[Bloodline: Elysiari Bloodline]
• Elysiari’s Apex Form: Your human appearance is not your true self. You are no human. You are a calamity. A beast. A Elysiarien. Activate this skill and beco what you are.
• Concept Embodint: You possess a concept core. Embody it fully—be the concept.
• Elysiari’s Roar: Unleash a cry that can shatter worlds and universes alike—when your strength allows it.
• Elysiari’s Visionary: All begins with thought. All begins with vision. Beco that vision, and it shall be. But only if you believe it with no hesitation, no doubt.
• Elysiari’s Na: As the first of your race, you can bestow True Nas upon those who co after you.
• Elysiari’s Blood: You may transform another into an Elysiari.
Noah’s eyes widened slightly as he read.
"These abilities..." he whispered. "Aren’t they too strong? My race will be unchallengeable."
[These abilities are exclusive to you—the Progenitor.]
[Only a few shall pass to others: Apex Form, the Roar, and Concept Embodint.]
[For Concept embodint it depends on their talents. No one else holds multiple concepts as you do. But so may have two or so.]
Noah smiled.
"That’s already strong enough."
He was satisfied.
Completely.
With this bloodline... with this identity...
"I wonder," he whispered, eyes gleaming, "how I’ll fare against the Champions now."
Elijah... and the others.
Five years.
He had five years to prepare.
Five years to get used to his new strength.
Five years to prepare his family for what was to co.
But first—
"Let’s go to that dungeon," he said. "And take back what Elira wants."
It was ti.
Noah disappeared into a puddle of blood—silent and sudden.
...
The birth of the Elysiari might’ve gone unnoticed by the greater universe...
But the world of Laeh?
It felt it.
The very foundations of the planet trembled. Sothing shifted at its core.
This was no ordinary event.
The birth of a new race—especially one like this—only happened once in billions of years.
And Laeh responded.
Because with that birth, sothing started to form inside the world core.
Laeh had received sothing.
A gift.
And—
"HOLY FUCK!!"
Laeh cursed violently.
He felt it.
The ergence of a power he wasn’t ant to touch yet. Not this early. Not in this cycle.
But it was here. Budding. Forming.
And when that power matured—
Laeh would change forever.
His core shook. The sky of sky of his realm roared. The very dinsions around him buckled under the pressure of what was to co.
He had t a condition.
A great condition.
A requirent to evolve into a higher-ranked world.
Laeh stood, weightless in the air, his eyes glowing as he summoned a screen before him.
Noah’s new form appeared.
White irises wrapped in spinning runes.
Silver hair that defied ti.
A presence too heavy and too unique for mortal to have.
Laeh was stunned.
"This... this is a new race?"
Even sensing it, he could barely believe it.
Too powerful. Too special.
"More unique than even the Celestials..." he whispered.
That was no small feat.
That was terrifying.
He smiled wide.
"Truly... you’re my lucky star."
Then he laughed.
"No. Fuck that."
"You’re more than that."
Because with Noah, he wouldn’t just survive.
He would evolve. He would ascend.
All he needed now... was a core from another world.
And—
"You’ll give it to , right, Noah?" he said while grinning madly.
"After all..."
"You are now the leader of this world."
—End of Chapter 143—
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