The golden eye of Noah did not just see the world; it deconstructed it. Sitting in his small room, the familiar sounds of his mother humming and the clinking of porcelain plates in the bakery felt like they belonged to a different dimension.
To Noah, the room was now a skeleton of mathematical certainties and metaphysical strings.
The eye of called,"The Eye of the Primordial".
As he focused on the Law of Strength, he felt the Cube of Life within his sea of consciousness act as a universal translator. It took the raw, chaotic vibrations of the universe and refined them into a language Noah's soul could digest.
[Law of Strength: 0.1%... 0.5%... 1.2%...]
The Creation Lotus spun with a joyful intensity. A new leaf, thick and textured like hammered bronze, unfurled from the stem.
Noah felt a physical change. His muscles did not bulge, but the density of his existence increased. If he were to drop a single strand of hair now, it might crash through the floor like a drill.
