Chapter 239 – Genesis | Epithet
"Care to give it to me, Akashic?" Noah asked calmly as he looked at the sky, as if he were seeing things no one else could.
But in truth… he was seeing nothing.
He wasn't even remotely at a level where he could perceive or sense the Records—not yet. Hell, not even the Progenitor could.
But Noah spoke anyway.
Because he wanted to.
Because he believed he could.
So he waited, expecting something.
And indeed—
{You have all the tools to elevate the Records' affinity by yourself, Noah.}
The Records responded, its voice dripping with an unsettling familiarity as it addressed him—not as a World Dominator, not as a Divine, not even by his True Name.
It called him simply—Noah.
Like his wives.
Like those closest to him.
It should have raised some eyebrows.
It should have made him pause, even worry.
But Noah… had already been caught by something else entirely.
'I can do it myself?'
'How?'
