You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

As dusk fell, under the grey-blue sky, the spires of the Parthenon lit up with whispering lamps, and orbs of light emitting soft murmurs drifted slowly through the air, illuminating the floating bridge leading to the Church of the Liberation.

"Fou, are you sure that's a symbol left by Noria?" Julian asked in a low voice, gripping his short staff and glancing back every now and then.

Fufu nodded, her purple-silver pupils reflecting the slowly rotating linguistic totem in the distance: "She used 'Mirror Reversal Language' as a seal. As long as you can pronounce the correct antonym, you can open the sealed door."

She slowly walked onto the floating bridge, each step feeling like walking on suspended silk. Below the bridge was not a river, but a sea of ​​words—floating words composed of thousands upon thousands of light fragments, intertwined and whispering incessantly.

"Don't walk too fast!" Lizzie quickly caught up, her silver hair fluttering in the wind. "You know that once this bridge is started, it can't be stopped. If it's a trap, we won't even have a way out."

Fufu turned around and smiled, pointing to the end of the bridge.

There, a door made of floating words was slowly opening, behind which were stone steps covered with star patterns. At the end of the steps stood a figure—he stood between two linguistic monuments, holding a long sword entwined with language, and was quietly watching them.

“…Noria,” Fou whispered.

No, she is not alone.

Behind her, those unseen "word spirits" are slowly reviving the power of the second divine construct, using her body as an altar.

"Welcome back, Fufu." Noria's voice was soft, yet it resonated throughout the entire chapel.

She did not don the silver-patterned robes of the Divine Language Council, but instead wore a black battle dress, with several gleaming rune discs at her waist. A pale blue quill pen was tucked into her hair, making her look like a poet who had already stepped onto the battlefield.

Fufu approached, her gaze fixed intently on the sword of words—

That is no ordinary weapon, but the "Key of Star Language," which can only be summoned by those who have entered the "Construction of the Language God."

"You...remembered the core of your past life?" Fufu asked cautiously.

Noria nodded: "Not only did I recall it, but I also activated the 'silent structure,' those deep linguistic qualities that we had never touched before are now flooding into my body like a tide."

She raised her hand, and a star-like structure appeared on her palm, the dots and lines forming ancient syllables, each syllable shimmering with low-frequency resonance.

Julian gasped: "This is no ordinary rhetoric... it's 'god-level'."

"Are you... an enemy now?" Lizzie calmly stood in front of Fou, her left hand already on the hilt of her sword.

Noria chuckled softly, a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes: "An enemy? Perhaps. Perhaps not."

She descended the stone steps, each step resonating with the language patterns on the ground: "I remember we made a promise to walk together to the end of language."

“Yes, we also made a pact—never to fight on the Star Language.” Fou’s voice was low. “You broke the pact.”

“I had no choice.” Noria’s voice turned cold. “They… buried the remains of the ‘Sound Creators’ in a silent place, attempting to rewrite the origin of language. They didn’t know what that meant.”

Fufu clenched her fists: "So you chose to swallow it all yourself?"

Her voice suddenly rose: "You didn't even tell me! You knew perfectly well that I could also endure the pain of 'Word God Construction,' yet you..."

“Because you are Fufu,” Noria whispered. “You are the echo of the ‘First Speaker,’ the last gentleness in the world. I don’t want you to sink into these ruins.”

“But I’m going anyway.” A silver light shone in Fufu’s eyes, and a semi-circular array of words appeared at her fingertips. “This time, I won’t let you face everything alone.”

Noria looked at her, her expression complicated: "...Then defeat me."

The moment the words fell, the Star Language Sword ignited with azure flames, and countless floating words rose into the sky like feathers, weaving into a "Battlefield" that covered the entire temple.

Her figure instantly closed in, and with a single sword strike, she sliced ​​through the space in front of her, unleashing a triple wave of sound. Lizzie drew her sword to meet her attack, and as the two swords clashed, a deep, resonant sound rang out.

Julian raised his short staff and chanted, "With silent words, establish a barrier, 'Silent Shield'!"

A crescent-shaped linguistic barrier appeared, temporarily separating Fufu and Noria.

But the next moment, the speech barrier was torn apart.

"Too powerful... She has already fused with at least two divine constructs." Julian's face was pale, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

"I'm going to go," Fufu whispered.

She closed her eyes and whispered the forbidden word.

"—Qiyin."

That was her "Word Soul," a fragment from the primordial world. Beside her, countless transparent words gathered, covering her entire body like a dream. Her silver hair fluttered in the wind of words, and Fufu slowly opened her eyes, taking a step into the air.

"Noria, take this." She reached out and clenched her fist, her words coalescing into a lightsaber, the blade inscribed with the syllables of "Original Language".

The two divine powers intertwined, ready to erupt at any moment.

The battle unfolded like a dreamlike symphony.

Each strike evoked layers of linguistic echoes, and each defense unfolded a game of wits at the level of textual composition.

Noria created countless afterimages using "Mirror Image Collapse," while Fou used "Sound Chaser - Word Binding" to capture each line of speech in reverse. Lizzie and Julian then moved to either side, blocking Noria's escape route.

"You guys are such a nuisance." Noria smiled, summoning a circle of runes beneath her feet. The sudden surge in her speech pressure sent the three of them flying.

But in that instant, Fufu rushed forward and slashed out with her twin swords crossed: "'Endless - Prophecy'!"

A beam of white light pierced through the void, directly striking Noria's core—

boom!
The entire temple trembled violently, and the sound of language being torn apart exploded in the air, as if the whole world had lost its structure of "speech" in this blow.

Amidst the dust and smoke, Noria knelt on one knee, her face pale, with her sword lying to the side.

"You... have grown up too fast." She gave a wry smile.

Fufu approached, slowly squatted down, and gently took her hand: "Don't bear it alone anymore, let's do it together—no matter what lies ahead, whether it's 'loss of speech,' 'destruction,' or 'the final realm of words.'"

Noria stared at her blankly, and finally nodded gently.

The moment the verbal battle ceased, a pale blue moon appeared in the sky above the temple.

That was a symbol of the "Old Language Era"—

This is also the true starting point of the "Unspoken War." *The Era of Language*, The Unspoken War, Act Two, 5,000-word sequel.
Deep within the labyrinth, eerie blue fluorescent vines, like jellyfish tentacles, draped between the rock walls, swaying gently in a rhythmic breath. The air was thick with the dust of sound elements from another era—the lingering echoes of ancient language, like the whispers of the dead, clinging to the edges of consciousness, attempting to alter memories within the mind.

"Don't make a sound," Fufu whispered, raising a finger and gently touching the spirit stone hanging at her waist with her other hand—an ancient artifact used to conceal fluctuations in speech. The echoing sounds seemed poised to materialize at any moment, possessing the creature that made the sound and draining it of its spiritual essence.

Noria nodded, her right hand gently resting on the hilt of her sword. Her "Silent Sword" was already emitting a dark gray glow, which was the "Slaying Domain" suppressed to its limit. With just one breath, it could release a silent fluctuation that was enough to shatter the textual space.

They were traversing the deepest part of the "Corridor of Words," the outer ruins of the "Platform of Word Construction" created by the god of language. In the winding, labyrinthine stone colonnade, ancient inscriptions seemed to move and rearrange themselves like living things, creating new logical traps.

“They are trying to reconstruct our linguistic thought structure,” Fufu whispered, her eyes revealing streaks of silver-white lines—the ability of “sight readers” to capture the ontological form of semantic flow.

"What will happen to people whose language has been reconstructed by these symbols?" Noria gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her gaze icy.

“Losing their voice, or being swallowed up. Becoming ‘the speechless’ means their existence will be gradually erased from the world’s memory.” Fufu stopped and stared at a towering stone wall in front of her, which was carved with spiral-shaped language patterns. In the middle of the hole, a suspended golden character appeared – “”.

That was part of the "original core of words," one of the fundamental languages ​​that the language god used to construct the world.

"What if I touch it?" Noria asked.

“You might see voices from before the world was born… or hear the future you haven’t spoken of.” Fufu gazed at her, her voice trembling slightly. “We must be careful. Legend has it that a Wordsmith once activated ‘’ here, and as a result, the entire continent fell into silence for three days and three nights.”

Noria nodded slowly, but suddenly drew her sword, a silent slash tearing through the void and striking a spot behind the stone wall—

"Don't think you can hide it!"

—"Guda!"

It was a heavy, deep sonic boom. The air shattered like water, and a tall figure draped in a cloak of words fell from the crack, his left shoulder severed, and the bright red blood of words congealed in the air like ink.

"So you can already see through the Jingci Domain..." The newcomer's voice was hoarse, and six intersecting characters burned on his forehead, the mark of the "Destroyer"—the enemy had arrived.

"Who are you?" Fufu asked coldly, her voice carrying "true rhyme" that dispelled the interference of her inner voice—a protective language that refused to alter her mind.

“I was once a member of the ‘Language Council,’ but now I serve only the ‘Resignation Lord.’” The man drew a giant blade from his back, its blade engraved with reversed grammatical structures, a blade used to sever the existence of cause and effect. “Call me ‘The Nameless One.’”

Noria moved first. She lunged forward sideways, her Silent Sword slicing through the air, silently creating a vortex. The Nameless One raised his shield with one arm, his voice booming as his body trembled, then he pointed his other hand into the air, "Hear my name—[]!"

The name is activated.

The space began to tremble, as if the entire corridor was being pulled by the sound, shifting in an unknown direction. A look of astonishment flashed in Fou's eyes: "He's summoning a 'True Sound Projection'! Noria, step back!"

But it was too late.

A silvery-white illusion burst forth from the body of the anonymous one. It was a reappearance of the remnant consciousness of a former "disciple of the God of Language." Its voice and manner were ancient, and its language was archaic, so much so that it could not be fully translated by modern languages.

"By my word, I will cut you down—" The illusion held an invisible blade of words, pointing it directly at Fufu.

"...!" She suddenly opened her arms, and seven spirit sound stones floated in the air, forming a silver ring—the "Context Shield." She used her own voice to construct a wall of resistance against the words, forcibly neutralizing the legacy of the Language God.

boom! ! !
The stone pillars collapsed, and the entire corridor seemed to be destroyed in an instant. Amidst the loud crash, Fufu staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"It seems... I can no longer hold back." She raised her head, a hint of coldness in her voice.

“Noria, let’s activate the ‘Word Imprint Realm’ and prepare for resonance,” she whispered, a deep blue hexagonal character appearing in her palm: “—”Severed Sound.

Noria nodded, sheathed her sword, and slowly stepped into the "Word-Constructing Stance." The morpheme barrier beneath her feet slowly rotated, merging with Fou's sound imprint—

"Final Farewell to the Labyrinth, Third Form - [Dual Performance: Silent Slash - Final Echo]!"

In an instant, the resonance of their voices burst forth with high-frequency sound wave shear lines, like a crack in time being forcibly cut open.

Just as the anonymous man was about to raise his shield, a soft whisper sounded behind him:
"It's time for the unspoken one to reveal himself."

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the rift, with black hair and crimson eyes, draped in a cloak of whispered words, each step causing the space to crack.

“You are…” The anonymous voice trembled, “That forbidden rune…you are—the unspeakable successor?!”

The newcomer did not answer, but merely raised a slender sword that appeared to be woven from crystal, and softly uttered a single word:
"'quiet'."

—A flash of sword light.

All was silent.

The battle was not over; it merely revealed a deeper truth about the ruins of the Sound Creation Site—the Gods of Language were not dead; their words were simply waiting to be spoken again.

The anonymous man spat out a cloud of black blood mist, his body flying dozens of feet like a broken blade of grass in the wind, crashing into the ancient stone wall inscribed with ancient words in the distance, sending stone fragments flying. That sword strike not only shattered his protective language shield, but also severed the voice of belief he had built deep within his heart.

"Silence..." He struggled to lift his head, gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath, "The sword of the primordial unspoken one still exists among men..."

The black-haired youth wielding the sword approached slowly, his crimson eyes devoid of any emotion, like rain silently falling in the night. "I once said, 'The Sword of Unspoken Words' cuts only words." His voice seemed to transcend the air, striking directly into one's consciousness.

"But you've already said too much."

The man who wished to remain anonymous roared and tried to get up, but only felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw that the slender sword had somehow pierced through his body, and the blood was evaporating in the air, like the ashes of burned words.

"...You cannot stop the arrival of the 'Resurrected Lord'." He growled with his last breath, "When the 'Original Sound Archive' is restarted, the entire world's context will be rewritten! You who are silent, those who remain silent, even those who construct language, will all—"

"Death."

The black-haired youth's voice interrupted him, like a pronouncement of judgment. The rapier was slowly drawn, blood condensing on the blade, only to evaporate silently and invisibly in the air. The figure of the anonymous one transformed into a string of symbolic fragments, dissipating with the wind, leaving only his last unfinished words echoing in this ancient ruin.

Fufu stared at the mysterious boy's retreating figure, her expression grave: "You are... the Child of the Unsaid?"

The boy slowly turned around, his crimson eyes reflecting Fufu's image. He didn't answer immediately, but instead looked at the still-glowing Spirit Stone in her hand.

“You are the Sight Sage… ‘Fufu’.” He spoke her name with almost no inflection, yet with a sense of knowledge that came from an ancient era. “I have seen you before.”

Fufu's eyes widened slightly: "You've seen me before?"

“Before language was even born,” the boy turned around and said softly, “the final labyrinth is not the end, but the entrance. If you want to understand why the ‘Language God Structure’ shattered, keep going forward.”

"Wait!" Noria stepped forward quickly, drawing her Silent Sword to block his path. "Who are you? Why do you wield the 'Sword of the Unspoken'?" (End of Chapter)