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

Chapter 736

Surrounded by boundless silence, Fufu stood breathlessly before the receding "wall of sound." That once insurmountable barrier had been effortlessly dismantled by Jingze with a single, casual remark: "Forgot the words."

"...You are 'First Language Structure', aren't you?" she finally asked, her voice so low it was as if she were afraid of disturbing the slumber of the labyrinth itself.

“Yes.” Jingze readily admitted without the slightest hesitation, “and is also one of the inheritors of the ‘Silent Whisper Era’.”

Noria looked at him in astonishment: "You also... experienced the blankness after your speech collapsed?"

“No, I was born after that.” He slowly raised his head and looked at the dome that flowed with blue and silver light. “My name is the name given to that silence— ‘Jingze’, which means ‘still waters run deep and words return to their source.’”

Fufu was speechless for a moment, as if a thousand fragments of language were colliding and churning in her mind, finally condensing into only one question: "Why did you help us?"

Jingze's gaze fell on Fufu, and he suddenly chuckled: "Because you are the closest to the 'original meaning' after the old words. There has long been a connection between you and 'the root of words'."

“Yan Gen…” Fu Fu uttered the words she had heard in front of the 'Unfailing Stele', and the image of that strange tree with its black and white branches appeared before her eyes.

Jingze nodded: "'Word Root' is the original existence of the tree of language, the core where reality and fiction, meaning and destruction meet. The 'unspoken words' within you resonate with its rhythm."

“But I don’t understand anything…” Fufu lowered her eyes, “I’m just a lost traveler who overheard something and got dragged into this…”

Jingze did not deny it, but smiled slightly: "Truth never selects heroes; it only waits for travelers who can hear its call."

“Enough.” Noria suddenly spoke. She had been listening the whole time, but remained silent. At this moment, her silver hair trembled slightly, and a look of wariness appeared in her eyes. “Just because you helped us get through the Sound Barrier doesn’t mean we should trust you.”

Jingze's smile remained unchanged, and he bowed slightly: "Your suspicions are correct, Noria Kasera. After all, I was also involved in the 'Sealing Agreement'."

Fufu suddenly looked up: "You were also... a 'Speaker'?"

“Not bad.” A trace of distant regret appeared in Jingze’s eyes. “I participated in the slumber of the ‘Language God’, helped them close the ‘Abyss of Language’, and dismantled the ‘Final Dictionary’.”

Noria's expression changed drastically: "You know the location of the 'Final Dictionary Labyrinth'? Does the 'Final Dictionary' really exist?"

Jingze nodded: "It's at the very deepest part of this labyrinth. That is—the source of chaos in memory and language, and also the end of your journey."

The air suddenly froze. After a moment of silence, Fufu slowly spoke: "Would you be willing to take us there?"

“I am willing.” Jingze lowered his eyes, flicked his finger lightly, and a semi-transparent sound wave structure appeared in the air. “Now that I have opened this path, I should not back down.”

The gate of sound waves quietly opened, and a deep blue corridor meandered forward, as if connecting to the dawn before the birth of language.

The crowd stepped inside.

Deep within the labyrinth, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. Each step was accompanied by “fragments of words”—those half-broken crystallizations of language—peeling off from the walls, the ground, and even the air, like icicles falling and crashing into an invisible lake.

Suddenly, a sharp chanting broke the silence.

"Eeya eeya—keep away from echoes, or you will be cursed!"

A hazy figure emerged from ahead, draped in a cloak woven from fragments of language, and holding a scepter woven from ancient words.

“It’s… ‘The Curse Bearer’!” Noria whispered.

"Intruders, halt!" The figure's voice sounded like a thousand overlapping vocal cords. "The final words have not yet arrived; falsehoods will not be tolerated."

Fufu subconsciously raised the "Wand of the Spirit of Words" and parted her lips slightly: "'Sentence Deciphering, Voice Opening'!"

A ring of azure sound ripples emanated from her palm, breaking through a still lake like ripples, and collided head-on with the curse holder's "language barrier".

boom! ! !
Amidst the deafening roar, one side of the maze wall shattered, sending fragments of the "word chain" flying in all directions.

Jingze made his move, flicking his finger, and a "Sealed Ripple" rapidly extended along the axis crack of the maze, forcing the cursed one back several steps.

"Retreat!" he hissed.

The three of them worked together, their sound waves and magic intertwining, finally forcing the cursed one to turn into scattered spell characters and disappear with the wind.

But the air quality did not improve at all.

The corridor ahead slowly opened, revealing an enormous language altar—at its center stood an upside-down tree, its branches entirely black and white, with contrasting linguistic lights flowing from both sides.

“That is—” Fufu held her breath, “'Word Root'…”

Before Yan Gen, a figure was already waiting.

He was clad in a pale silver armor, his eyes as deep as stars in ruins, and he held a sword forged from the "First Word".

“Welcome to the terminal of the ‘Sound Relics’,” the man whispered, “Fou-Lyre.”

“You are…” Fufu’s heart tightened suddenly.

"I am—Yu Mo."

"The guardian of the final words, and also the last swordsman of 'The Divine Language'."

The wind weaves through the structure of words, the resonance of sounds transforming into the silence before battle. The next moment, the sword's edge flashes, language clashes against language, truth versus delusion—the unspoken battle finally reaches its true point of convergence.

【Final Farewell to the Maze - Thirteenth Floor - Surge of Light and Fire】

The firelight danced between the stone pillars, like countless eyes watching the intruder.

Noria's cloak had several charred holes, and the fire marks on her shoulders were smoldering slightly, but she did not stop.

"Next—twenty steps to the left front, the curve of light!"

Fufu's voice came from behind, and at the same time, her fingertips drew a swift phrase, a "negation" formed from the phrasing quietly dissolving the fire talisman trap that suddenly appeared on the wall in front of her.

“You’re becoming more and more like a seasoned tomb raider.” Noria couldn’t help but chuckle, but her tone remained tense.

“This isn’t tomb raiding; it’s about reclaiming the true meaning from the land of language deconstruction,” Fufu said softly, while maintaining the defensive structure on her right hand. The light shield floated in mid-air, like a glowing page of a book.

The "Surge of Light and Fire" on the thirteenth floor is one of the most illogical layers in the entire final labyrinth. The flames here are not a temperature phenomenon, but a kind of "structural manifestation," igniting not only matter, but "the description of existence itself."

Once ignited, the individual's "existence" begins to diminish, gradually stripped away from name, image, and memory, and eventually disappears into this domain of words.

"Noria, your name... is fading."

Fufu suddenly stopped, staring at Noria's retreating figure with fear in her eyes.

The girl paused for a moment, then looked down. Sure enough, her shadow was blurry on the reddish stone bricks beneath her feet. Even the silver knight's emblem pinned to her chest had become slightly transparent.

“Well, so it’s finally come to this.” Noria gave a mocking smile instead. “'Burning Flame'... this is the real verbal execution.”

She bit her fingertip, and as the blood dripped to the ground, she quickly used it as a medium to write a miniature piece of classical Chinese text.

“My name is Norlia Estin White Frostwing, and I pledge my blood to anchor myself to ‘Existence’.”

The blood-red inscription, like fire, was quickly engulfed by the flames beneath her feet, but her figure stabilized again, and her name temporarily solidified.

Fufu's face was pale, and her voice trembled: "You are using 'Triple Manifestation'... which will consume your language lifespan."

“I’ll say it again, this is the final labyrinth.” Noria carried her on her back. “Language is no longer a description, but a defense. Every word we speak is a gamble with our lives.”

They continued onward, and the flames, seemingly sensing hostility, began to attack in the form of a "dialogue."

"Why did you come?"

The sound emanated from the labyrinthine stone walls, deep and repetitive, as if it were coming from the turning of a thousand layers of stone pages.

“We come—the sound of the end.” Fou raised her verbal blade and answered loudly.

"You have no right to speak."

The flames responded like a raging tide.

A red curve instantly descended from the sky, striking directly at Fufu's forehead!
Noria leaped up, shielding herself with her body. Her shoulder armor melted instantly, and her black hair was vaporized by the high temperature, giving off a burnt smell.

"Noria—!"

Fufu shouted out, simultaneously pressing her palms together, and a phrase rippled out like water: "Speech-based Technique - Third Tier - Reverse Narrative: 'The Wound Has Not Yet Arrived'!"

Time was slightly distorted, and the line of fire deflected by an inch, grazing Noria's side of her neck and leaving only a minor burn.

But the price was that Fufu's palm was cracked.

She bit her lip, struggling to stay upright, while Noria scooped her up and rushed into the silver corridor at the end of the flames.

The flames ceased their pursuit, as if silently acknowledging that the outcome of this "conversation" was already decided.

Passing through the silver corridor, a door constructed entirely of pure language comes into view.

It was an enormous stone book, with twelve language structures floating on its pages—from primitive star language to modern common language, and even the legendary extinct "boundary-constructing script".

“This… is the sealed gate of the ‘Word God Structure’,” Fufu said slowly.

"It is the starting point of the 'words of truth'."

Noria put her down, drew her longsword, and lightly touched the page with the blade.

"Here we are."

……

[Sound Relics · Aphasia · Zero Language Position]

As the door slowly opened, time seemed to stand still.

The surroundings were no longer flames or a maze, but a silent white space.

Countless fragments of words float in the air, drifting silently like dust, sometimes automatically piecing themselves together into sentences, and then instantly collapsing back into silence.

Fufu walked in carrying the Fumo Word Stone, her steps light, as if each step was on the sounds of the past.

Directly ahead, behind the silver light barrier, a figure slowly stood up.

The figure was dressed in an ancient Siyu robe, wearing a triple linguistic crown, and holding a mottled "sentence blade".

“Jingze…” Noria gripped her sword tightly.

"I am no longer Jingze." There was no anger, no fervor, only deathly silence in that voice. "I am—Jingci."

At that moment, Fufu understood.

Jingze has completely abandoned its own "name" and "existence" and has become the carrier of the "unspoken god" - the true "silent discourse structure".

“You’ve arrived earlier than I expected.” Jingci gently raised the blade, which was not a sword, but a three-dimensional symbol folded into the shape of a weapon. “But you will come eventually.”

“We won’t let you ‘write the last Esperanto’.” The flame of words reignited in Fou’s eyes.

Jingci smiled slightly: "Unfortunately—you are already in it."

In an instant, the entire space trembled.

With a single swing of the blade, the entire world of aphasia was torn apart like a sheet of paper, its language twisted and collapsed, and Fufu and Noria seemed to fall into a dream of "syntactic constructive destruction".

—And this is only the beginning of the end of the war.