Chapter 582: He’s... A Harmonious Hypercosm

"Long time no see, old man," Nia said with a faint smile.

It went without saying that Thalion and the Twins were perhaps the only men outside of Ash who were, let’s say, tolerable in her presence.

Kaelthyr and Kyron — well, those two had barely earned the right to be called inhabitants of the Ineffable Pantheon.

As for Thalion and the Twins, they were people she had endured and grown alongside long before they reached the point of being able to sneeze an entire reality out of existence.

Thalion smiled warmly, his short white hair neatly combed back, and his single eyeglass perched on his slightly pointy ears, giving him the refined look of an ancient scholar who had seen far too much.

"Long time indeed," he replied, his voice smooth and cultured.

"You’ve been busy, from what I hear. Devouring entire Realities like they’re those fruit his Majesty likes so much.... Impressive work."

He gestured to the woman beside him — a graceful figure with long auburn hair tied in a neat, professional bun, wearing delicate silver-rimmed glasses that gave her the air of a timeless librarian.

Her name was Elowen Originat, and she carried herself with quiet intelligence and poise.

"Allow me to introduce my wife, Elowen," Thalion said, his hand resting gently on her lower back.

"She’s been a wonderful addition to my life... and will be to the family."

Elowen offered a polite, warm smile, adjusting her glasses slightly as she bowed her head.

"It’s an honor to finally meet you properly, Lady Nia," she said, her voice soft and refined.

"Thalion has spoken highly of you and the others."

Nia’s dark eyes softened as she looked at Elowen, a genuine smile spreading across her lips.

"Welcome to the family, Elowen," she said, her tone surprisingly warm and sincere.

"Any wife of Thalion is family to us. I hope you’ve been keeping this old man in line."

Elowen chuckled lightly, a faint blush touching her cheeks.

"Fufufu~ Well, I do my best."

Thalion smiled at the exchange before turning his attention back to Nia, his expression becoming more focused.

"So... what exactly do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice carrying quiet curiosity.

"You called me here to help make Pantheos more. I’m listening."

Nia nodded, but before she began, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she considered how to explain what she had in mind.

Thalion raised a brow at her actions but remained silent, waiting patiently with his wife beside him.

Elowen adjusted her glasses, watching the exchange with quiet curiosity.

Nia wrestled with her thoughts.

’Is it even possible to make Pantheos more? I could try looking into the Greater Narrative of the verse itself, but that would only hurt me...’

She knew her ability to tap into the Greater Narrative relied on consuming the surrounding Narratives.

But doing so would inevitably try to harm Ash—something that would only end up hurting them instead.

There was also the undeniable truth of countless things—the cosmology of Pantheos was vast, almost overwhelmingly so.

Indeed, with the Ineffable Pantheon possessing infinite divinity, she could practically perceive it all.

Yet, it was truly without end; the further her divine sense stretched, the more new wonders came into existence.

It was a boundless verse, and this infinite nature held true for everything.

Worlds nestled within galaxies, universes branching into multiverses, and even planes of existence layered within realities—all of it was endless.

And yet, in a strange twist, the only thing with an actual limit was the Endless Realities themselves, capped at the curious number of 999.

It was, in essence, the second level of Pantheos.

After some time, she finally broke the silence, her voice steady yet tinged with caution.

"Old man... can you analyze the entire Pantheos in its entirety?"

Thalion’s brow furrowed deeply, his single eyeglass catching the light as he regarded her with evident concern.

"Do you realize what you’re asking?" he replied in a low, deliberate tone.

"Attempting that is essentially trying to comprehend what His Majesty truly is—something we all understand to be impossible."

Nia let out a sigh, massaging her temple briefly before clarifying her point.

"Could you just focus on the cosmology and leave out the other complexities?" she asked.

Thalion hesitated, his expression conflicted as he mulled over her request.

After a long, thoughtful pause, he gave a slow nod.

"I can try," he replied cautiously. "But I can’t promise anything. Pantheos... it’s unlike anything else. Even narrowing it down to just the cosmology might still be... challenging."

HUMMM!!!!

He closed his eyes, raising one hand as he activated his codex power. By now, if one hadn’t noticed, each new level one achieved with such power, the entire power would evolve becoming something new.

And each level, it became all the more overpowered.

At current Thalion he was at the set max of Codex Powers, which was Tier Nine.

|Omniscient Noosphere (Tier 9)|

A vast, shimmering projection bloomed in the air before Elowen and Nia — a living, breathing map of Pantheos itself, rendered in intricate, glowing threads of gold, silver, and void-black.

The image was so detailed it felt almost alive, pulsing with the subtle rhythm of an entire existence.

Thalion’s brow furrowed at first.

His power pushed against the framework of Pantheos like a hand pressing against an unyielding wall.

For several long moments, resistance met him — layers upon layers of conceptual barriers, narrative weights, and foundational authorities that refused easy access.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his single eyeglass glinting as he concentrated harder.

Then, suddenly, it was as if someone had opened the doors to their home.

Instantly, the resistance melted away.

The projection stabilized and expanded rapidly, flooding the space with overwhelming clarity.

Thalion’s eyes opened, a faint, awed smile forming on his lips.

"It looks like His Majesty has given me the go ahead," he said, his voice carrying quiet respect.

Nia rolled her eyes, tilting her head upward toward the void above them as if addressing someone invisible.

"Ashy, stop being nosy and go away until I come find you," she muttered, her tone half-annoyed, half-affectionate.

She then focused back on Thalion, who now had full access to analyze Pantheos.

In that moment, he saw everything.

Endless amounts of worlds, galaxies, star systems, universes, dimensions, and planes of existence layered upon one another in incomprehensible harmony.

The River of Time flowed like a colossal silver serpent through it all, carrying the weight of past, present, and future.

The Tower of the Endless rose like a divine pillar, housing the restored Lost Realities in their layered glory.

The Akashic Records shimmered in the higher layers — a vast, living archive of all knowledge, now intertwined with Minx’s assimilation.

Constructs of every kind pulsed in the background: realms of pure Death, Fate’s endless loom, Chaos’s ever-shifting storms, and Peace’s still, reflective lakes.

Everything coexisted without contradiction, expanding forever in every direction.

Thalion exhaled slowly, his voice tinged with awe as he tried to describe what he saw.

"Pantheos is truly never-ending... in every sense," he murmured, a phrase he and the others had heard from Ash countless times before.

Still, they had assumed it was just an exaggeration to say it was unbelievably vast.

However, in this moment he truly understood that it was no exaggeration. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Thalion took a deep breath before speaking again.

"It has no edge at all. If someone were to simply walk through the void of Pantheos, they would be walking forever, with no end in sight.

And they would never run out of new things to see. It’s infinite in every direction."

Nia smiled, a proud glint in her dark eyes as she absorbed his words.

"He really is impressive, isn’t he?" she said softly before getting back on topic.

"Then... can you categorize what this is called? Because I know at this point it’s not merely a Complete Existence."

Thalion took a deep breath, his single eyeglass glinting as he stared deeper into the projection.

Then he saw them...

Four indescribable essences emerged at the core—vast, ancient forces beyond easy understanding.

Pure Existence.

Pure Nonexistence.

Something more primal and purer than the First Absence.

And something older than all three combined.

He let out a slow breath, his voice tinged with quiet awe.

"He’s... a Harmonious Hypercosm."