Chapter 5671: THE Human Dreamer! III

Chapter 5671: THE Human Dreamer! III

Chapter 5671: THE Human Dreamer! III

He turned his attention away from the microscopic simulations and looked up at his own transforming home.

He turned his endlessly blue eyes inward, pulling the Records of his own existence into the empty air.

WAA!

|THE True Human Emperor|

|VERITAS: 59|

|PROVENANCE: 60|

|POTENTIA: INFINITE|

|PONDUS: 51|

|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: 80|

|THE PROVENANCE ESSENCE ECONOMY|

|Total Generated Capacity: 60|

|Currently Consumed: 0|

|Held in Reserve: 20 (Sustaining External Dream Construct)|

|Temporarily Drained: 10 (Knowledge Retrieval)|

|Available for Generation: 30|

He analyzed the numbers without a fraction of pride or disappointment. His attributes had torn through the wall of fifty, his PROVENANCE sitting heavily at sixty. The sheer conceptual weight he carried now ridiculous!

The economy of his new identity was strict, but vast.

"I have thirty Essences available," Noah stated calmly. "To dream a new dream into the present requires a heavy allocation of reserve. To dream an anomaly into the future requires an argument with probability. But to dream into the past... the timeline is already cemented. The resistance of existence should be negligible as I am not changing anything. I cannot change anything. The past is set as what has happened will always happpen."

He lowered his hands.

"I will initiate a Provenance Dream. I will observe...a beginning."

Noah did not cast an art. He simply lay down on the strands of golden blue dreamscape. He closed his glowing eyes, forcing the physical parameters of the secondary vessel to power down as he went to sleep.

HUUM!

The sixty suns above him dimmed.

From the sleeping, glowing chest of the True Human Emperor, a hazy, translucent silhouette stepped outward. It was THE Provenance Dream Body. It carried no physical density, yet it held the absolute weight of his VERITAS.

Noah looked down at his sleeping form, and then he looked away, asserting his destination.

He simply stopped being in the Realm, and started being somewhere else.

BOOM!

Blinding distortions of existence and time rushed past his perception. He bypassed the white threads of THE Argent Loom. He ignored the ticking hands of the Scales. He descended through the unseen layers of the continuum, pushing through the heavy, rigid weavings of a forgotten Age!

The distortion snapped into absolute stillness.

Noah opened his eyes.

"It is the year nineteen ninety-seven," Noah said, his voice entirely silent to the world around him, heard only by his own mind. "It is eleven fourteen at night as I am standing in a delivery room in City General Hospital. The room smells heavily of iodine, sweat, and biological exertion."

He looked down at his hands. He was wearing faded blue scrubs. He had seamlessly taken on the presence and perception of a male nurse standing in the corner of the room.

Noah looked up.

The room was in a state of controlled chaos. Two doctors and three other nurses rushed around the center bed. Monitors beeped with frantic urgency.

And on the bed, covered in sweat and gripped by absolute physical agony, was his mother.

Amelia Osmont was screaming.

Noah observed the scene with a profound, terrifying detachment...and emotion as he gazed at his mother.

"My father is not here," Noah analyzed, his gaze sweeping the sterile walls. "He is currently several miles away, consuming alcohol in a dimly lit establishment. He is avoiding responsibility. He is missing the only meaningful event he will ever contribute to."

Noah stepped forward, his movements perfectly mimicking the expected routine of a medical assistant.

He looked down at his mother. Her face was pale. Her heart rate was elevated to dangerous levels. The fragility of the human body was on full display.

"She... is composed of carbon, water, and fragile calcium," Noah mused internally. "A single blow from a something with mana would vaporize her instantly. She possesses no authority. She possesses no Dimensionality. And yet, the exertion she is currently enduring is pushing her physical vessel to its absolute breaking point, all to usher a new life into the cold."

A final, piercing cry echoed through the delivery room!

The doctor moved quickly. The chaotic culmination of biology occurred.

A small, bloody, crying infant was brought into the harsh fluorescent light.

Noah looked at the infant. He looked at himself.

"A human infant that is entirely helpless. It cannot hold up its own head. It cannot regulate its own temperature. It is a biological vulnerability. And yet, this exact configuration of matter will one day tear an executioner of the architects in half. It will author weavings. It will wear the crown of existence."

The nurses cleaned the infant rapidly. Amelia fell back against the pillows, panting, tears streaming down her exhausted face. Her arms reached out, trembling with a desperate, overriding instinct.

The doctor placed the wrapped infant into her arms.

Noah stopped moving. He simply watched.

He watched the raw, unadulterated love wash over Amelia’s face. He saw the pain in her body entirely subordinated by the presence of the child. She held the small bundle against her chest, weeping softly, her fragile human existence anchoring itself entirely to the new life.

It was mundane. It was biologically common.

And it was the most unfathomably true thing Noah had ever witnessed.

WAA!

|You are observing the root of your own humanity.|

|You are bearing witness to the unwritten foundation of a Sovereign.|

|VERITAS: 59|

|VERITAS: 60|

|VERITAS: 61|

His Trueness shot up, climbing simply from the act of understanding his own beginning!

The other nurses stepped back to adjust the monitors.

Noah stepped forward. He reached out with hands that had severed the seams of Immense Ones, and he gently took a fresh cloth to help clean the remaining blood from the infant’s brow.

Time passed as the baby was crying. It had just defecated itself. It was the absolute lowest rung of existence.

Noah changed the diaper with methodical, clinical precision.

"Such a mundane thing," Noah thought, his endless blue eyes locking onto the squalling infant. "It defecates. It requires constant maintenance. The human potential is a grand, terrifying contradiction. It begins in the dirt, and it ends on a throne."

Noah finished wrapping the blanket. He looked up, meeting the exhausted, tear-filled eyes of his mother.

He spoke, using the vocal cords of the nurse, projecting a gentle, practiced warmth.

"Have you decided on a name, Ma’am?" Noah asked.

Amelia looked down at the infant. She brushed a thumb across the baby’s soft cheek.

"He is my comfort," Amelia whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "He is my safety in all my times of need. He is my star. He is my peace."

She looked back up at the nurse, a tired, beautiful smile breaking across her face.

"His name will be... Noah. Noah Osmont."

HUUM!

The room buzzed with a frequency only the True Human Emperor could hear.

Noah nodded slowly. He stepped back, allowing the mother and child to exist in their quiet, perfect sanctuary.

He activated THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard. He turned the analytical weight of a Sovereign directly onto the infant version of himself.

|Infant Noah Osmont|

|VERITAS: Blank|

|PROVENANCE: Blank|

|POTENTIA: INFINITE|

|PONDUS: Blank|

Noah stared at the panel.

The stats were entirely blank. The infant was far too weak, far too unformed to hold any measurable values of truth or weight. It was a blank page.

But the POTENTIA was not blank.

Even here, in the sterile light of a hospital room, wrapped in a soiled blanket and completely devoid of authority, his POTENTIA was INFINITE.

Noah stood in the corner of the room, his detached mind accelerating as it processed the sheer magnitude of the paradox.

"Even when I was just born, my potential was infinite," Noah narrated, the hazy blue-gold clouds of his true existence pressing faintly against the edges of the nurse’s body.

He looked at the infant, and the infant seemed to look back, staring blindly into the fluorescent lights.

"Is this a linear progression?" Noah asked himself, "Was my potential always infinite? Did I possess the capacity the moment I took my first breath?"

He tilted his head, his endlessly blue eyes analyzing the flow of time.

"Or is my potential infinite because I am standing here now? Is it infinite because a True Human Emperor has traveled backward across the continuum, observing his own birth, and by the simple act of looking, I have forced existence to overwrite the infant’s future with my present?"

It was the ultimate closed loop.

A human dreamed of a better life. The human achieved the dream. The dreamer then walked backward to ensure the dream was always the only possible outcome.

"Am I...the architect of my own beginning?" Noah asked softly!

...!

The hospital room dissolved into the rapid progression of a cemented timeline.

Noah stood in the hazy, unperceivable form of THE Provenance Dream Body. He did not move through space. He simply allowed time to flow around him, observing the immediate days following his own birth.

He initiated the second cycle of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis.

While his Dream Body observed the past, his true existence was actively refining the 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks that formed his foundation. He took meticulous care. He did not allow the crushing weight of Existence to bleed into the year nineteen ninety-seven.

He contained the pressure entirely within himself, ensuring he did not alter a single atom of the unfolding reality.

"My mother is being discharged," Noah said calmly, floating beside a rusted sedan in a hospital parking lot.

"It has only been one day. The healthcare infrastructure of this era operates on a framework of financial extortion. She does not have good insurance. Therefore, she is forced to carry her healing body and her newborn child back to a dilapidated apartment alone."

He followed the sedan.

He stood outside the thin, peeling walls of their apartment building. He watched his mother struggle to carry him up three flights of stairs.

Two days later, Erick Osmont returned.

Noah floated outside the apartment window. He observed his father walk through the door, smelling heavily of stale alcohol and cheap smoke. He watched the inevitable collision of two failing human trajectories.

"You missed it," Amelia yelled, her voice heavy with exhaustion and betrayal. "You missed the birth of your own son!"

Erick did not apologize. He deflected and he raised his voice to mask his own inadequacy, throwing his hands up in a dismissive, uncaring gesture before walking into the kitchen to find another drink.

Noah analyzed the exchange without a fraction of anger.

"My father is a coward," Noah mused, his voice echoing only in his own mind. "He cannot bear the weight of his own life, so he avoids it entirely. He simply doesn’t care."

Night fell. The apartment went quiet.

Noah stood in the cramped nursery. He looked down at his infant self sleeping in the small crib.

The door creaked open. Erick Osmont stumbled into the room, holding a half-empty bottle of liquor. The man looked down at the crib as his shoulders shook. Erick fell to his knees, pressing his face against the wooden slats of the crib, and he broke down crying.

Noah observed the tears.

"Humans engage in destructive behavior," Noah noted, his endlessly blue eyes reflecting the pathetic, weeping form of his father.

"They are unable to stop themselves. They try to change, but they never do. They believe that feeling remorse alters the physics of the damage they cause. They believe that crying makes it okay. It...never does."

The years accelerated.

Noah stood in a small living room, his quarks continuously bearing the weight of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis in the background. The count reached into the trillions.

He watched a toddler version of himself take his first steps. He watched the toddler stumble, fall, and immediately stand back up.

He watched himself speak his very first words.

"I Am... hungry!" the toddler demanded.

...!

I Am!

The first words were I Am!

Noah nodded slowly. The absolute foundation of his Osmontian Tongue was present even before he had the capacity to understand it.

The timeline rushed forward. Noah stood in the corner of a cramped, brightly lit preschool office.

A teacher with a concerned expression sat across from his mother. The toddler Noah sat in the corner of the room, completely ignoring the other children, meticulously stacking wooden blocks into towering, solitary structures.

"He does not talk much," the teacher explained gently. "He prefers to play by himself. He is hyperactive, yet completely withdrawn. We worry his development might be stunted. He is showing early signs of being on the spectrum, Mrs. Osmont. We may need to start him on medications, and I have a pamphlet here..."

Noah analyzed the teacher. She was applying a crude, early-century psychological framework to a vessel that would eventually hold the weight of Dimensions. She was not wrong based on the data she had. She simply lacked the scale to understand what she was looking at.

Amelia’s face hardened. The exhaustion of working night shifts vanished, replaced by an absolute, fierce protective instinct.

"No," Amelia said firmly, standing up and taking her son’s small hand. "He is fine. And I will take care of him."

Noah watched them walk out of the office.

"She defends me against the labels of her own society," Noah analyzed. "It is an illogical defense based entirely on biological devotion. It is profoundly beautiful."

His VERITAS continued to climb. His quarks grew unfathomably dense!

He watched himself enter his teenage years.

He observed his first love. He observed the messy, devastating collapse of his first heartbreak. He watched himself fall in love for a second time.

"Love," Noah stated, floating in the corner of a high school hallway. "It is a collection of human emotions and chemicals. It is a biological imperative designed to ensure the continuation of the species. It is... very unique."

He observed his first time being intimate. He stood in the corner of a dim bedroom, watching the clumsy, nervous exchange of two young humans.

"An exchange of fluids, elevated heart rates, and extreme neurological vulnerability," Noah observed dryly. "It is messy. I was incredibly nervous. But it is the mechanism of generation."

The years darkened.

Amelia continued to work brutal night shifts to afford their existence. Erick continued to drink.

Noah stood in the kitchen and watched his father strike his teenage self across the face. The younger Noah staggered backward, his lip splitting open.

Noah did not intervene. He could not intervene.

"He hits me because I do not conform to his shifting moods," Noah said, looking at the blood on his younger self’s chin.

"It is the transfer of kinetic energy from a failing man to a growing one. The strike bruises the flesh. It does not alter my trajectory."

The timeline neared its breaking point.

The year was approaching the emergence of Mana. The apocalypse was arriving. Dungeons were preparing to tear through the fabric of his world.

Noah knew what came next. His father and mother would face their initial deaths in this era, erased by the chaotic arrival of a wider universe, before he would bring his mother back years later.

He could handle watching his mother die.

But he chose not to.

"The emergence of the apocalypse is the emergence of Mana," Noah reasoned, his hazy blue-gold form turning away from the doomed timeline. "It is the start of a simple human becoming something more. The beginning is complete. The rest is already recorded."

He looked down at his own translucent hands.

Over the years spent inside this Dream, he had fully completed the second cycle of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis. All 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks had been refined for a second time. They were unfathomably dense. His entire existence buzzed with a terrifying, contained grandeur.

He decided to end the dream.

WAA!

The timeline collapsed into white static.

Deep within THE Provenance Realm of the First Lifeform, the physical body of the True Human Emperor opened its endlessly blue eyes.

The vessel instantly began to vibrate!

All the conceptual gains, all the unbearable weight accumulated over years of observation within the Provenance Dream, were violently dragged back into the present reality and slammed directly into his physical form!

BOOM!

Stellar brilliant waves of blue-gold light erupted from his skin, wrapping around his muscular figure in a blinding, roaring storm! The suns in the sky of the Realm flared with absolute dominance.

Grand, cascading prompts rushed down his vision!

|The first Provenance Dream has concluded.|

|The second cycle of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis has been fully completed across all 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks.|

|Your physical vessel has restructured itself to bear the newly generated weight.|

|You have attained the Second Tier of The Provenance Body.|

|THE PROVENANCE DREAM FRAME is forged!|

|Your physical architecture now exists in a state of localized fluidity. You may shift the density of your vessel between the physical continuum and the abstract layers of your own Dreams, rendering blunt force and lower-Dimensional authorities completely useless against your flesh.|

Noah breathed in the grand, seething power of his new Frame. He pulled his Records.

|THE True Human Emperor|

|VERITAS: 70|

|PROVENANCE: 69|

|POTENTIA: INFINITE|

|PONDUS: 69|

|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: 95|

His attributes were heavy. His PONDUS had skyrocketed from the successful completion of the second Baryogenesis cycle, and his VERITAS had climbed heavily from the deep, undisturbed observation of his own root humanity.

A final prompt chimed quietly in his mind.

|THE PROVENANCE ESSENCE ECONOMY|

|2 Provenance Essence utilized for the previous Dream are currently exhausted.|

|They will remain unusable and out of your reserve for the next 24 hours until their true weight is regenerated.|

Noah took in the cost. It was a negligible price for the attainment of THE PROVENANCE DREAM FRAME and the vast elevation of his standing.

He stood up on the blue-gold grass. The stellar light wrapping around him settled into a calm, pristine hum.

"It was a good dream," Noah said quietly into the empty Realm. "The beginning...is always good to remind ourselves of."