Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4259

Chapter 4259: A Glorious Engineer! II

Names...those arbitrary collections of sounds we use to point at things, including ourselves.

Philosophically, a name is both nothing and everything. It’s just vibration in air, marks on paper, synaptic patterns in brains.

Yet whisper a single horrid name in a crowded room and watch comfort evaporate.

Murmur "mother" to someone who lost theirs and witness either warmth or wound, depending on the history attached.

A name can make strangers into enemies or allies before a single action is taken. It’s prejudice and preference wrapped in pronunciation.

In the Earliest Folds, when names still had the power to reshape reality rather than just describe it, THE Living Concept and THE Living Emotive were having one of their rare civil conversations.

The air between them wasn’t crackling with tension for once, which should have been everyone’s first warning that something significant was about to happen.

"If you could have any other name," Emotive asked with the casualness of someone definitely not planning anything, "what would you take on?"

THE Living Concept was actually in a happy mood...a state so unusual that nearby reality took notes for posterity. It decided to play along with Emotive’s line of questioning.

"If I could have any name," Concept mused, its form cycling through geometries of contemplation, "it would be Engineer. Because as of today, I stand on the cusp of a glorious achievement."

"Oh?" Emotive’s interest sharpened like emotion suddenly finding a point. Whatever achievement THE Living Concept had accomplished would certainly be worth investigating, but for now, the conversation was about names.

THE Living Emotive’s form began to shift, emotions deepening and layering in preparation for something profound.

"Names are everything to an existence," Emotive began, its voice taking on the weight of fundamental truth. "Uttering one’s name and distinctions shows not just what an existence is, but what confidence they have in themselves. Whether they believe in their own reality."

The words grew heavier with each sentence, as if the concept of naming was being excavated from the bedrock of existence itself.

"When you speak your name, you’re not just identifying yourself...you’re claiming your right to exist as that thing. You’re saying ’This is what I am, and I believe in that being enough.’ Belief... knowing who you are and knowing what you can do... that is everything."

HUUM!

Emotive’s form had begun to pulse with increasing intensity, emotions cascading through spectrums that didn’t have names yet.

"The day you cannot say your own name is the day you cease to truly exist. You become just another thing, another force, another forgotten possibility. I hope there never comes a day when I cannot say my name...when doubt or destruction or simple forgetting makes me unable to claim what I am."

Then THE Living Emotive rose, its body exploding with unfathomable emotions that made nearby concepts reconsider their stability. Colors that described feelings that wouldn’t be invented for eons rippled through its form.

When it spoke, the voice echoed across the Folds.

"I! AM! THE! LIVING! EMOTIVE!"

BOOM!

Each word landed with the weight of universal constant being established. Not introducing itself but establishing itself, confirming its existence through pronunciation.

The name wasn’t just identification...it was invocation, manifestation, and proof of being simultaneously.

Names.

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