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

The consciousness falling within the speck of light seemed to be woven into an invisible net.

There was no more language, no more sound, and even the definition of "existence" itself became blurred. When Fufu opened her eyes, she was greeted by an endless expanse of silvery white—no land, no sky, no wind, only her and Noria, and the tiny, slowly rotating glimmer of light suspended in front of them.

"...Are we still alive?" Fufu's voice echoed through the air, but there was no reply.

Noria nodded gently, her breath unusually calm, as if she had already understood the meaning of this space: "We are neither inside nor outside of language, but stand at the boundary between 'language and non-language'."

“That light, is…” Fufu stared at the slowly flickering point of light, then suddenly felt a jolt in her heart, “…is it the ‘First Word’?”

"To be precise, it's its core remnant flame." Noria's voice was gentle, yet tinged with an indescribable sorrow. "When we awakened the final flame of creation, it had already begun its return to its origin."

The point of light suddenly leaped, releasing a gentle ripple. The ripple transformed into transparent characters, floating up, but unable to form sentences, like an infant trying to speak but not yet possessing the form of sound.

Suddenly moved, Fufu approached the point of light and gently touched its edge with her finger. Instantly, countless fragments of language that had once existed flooded her mind. She saw the whale-speaking tribe singing in the sea of ​​stars, the rock-singers roaring deep within the volcano, and even the last look left by the sealed "Silent People".

"...Do we really have the right to restart the language?" Fufu murmured to herself.

Noria did not answer immediately; she simply gazed silently at the faint light, as if waiting for an opportunity, for a miracle to emerge from the silence.

Suddenly, space trembled, and an abyss split open from the void. A giant hand made of fragments of countless words reached out from the crack and grabbed at the point of light!
"It's the lingering resentment of the Lord of Words!" Noria's pupils contracted, and she formed a language array beneath her feet, leaping into the air.

A phantom appeared behind her—the will form of the "Sword of Stars." The girl wielding the sword shone like starlight, her arm slicing through the void as she swung it, the shattered runes turning into dust in the air.

But that was not the end. Countless black syllables surged from the rift, writhing like snakes and coiling around the two of them, even approaching the point of light.

"Don't let them get close—!" Fufu whispered, a ghostly blue spell ring appearing in her hand—the "Silent Spell" she and Noria had learned in the Corridor of Words.

"Words broken, boundaries shattered!"

An eerie silence spread, freezing the black syllables in place. They seemed to lose gravity, slowly dissipating and shattering into the realm of silence.

But the next moment, a human figure stepped out of the abyss.

He wore a black robe and a shattered mask, and every step he took seemed to echo with the collapse of language.

“You dare to touch the core of the First Word.” His voice was hoarse, carrying absolute authority. “That is something that mortals should not touch.”

Noria took a deep breath, and her body slowly floated up. The language array automatically unfolded around her, and rings of light surrounded her, making her look like a divine messenger descending.

"Are you the incarnation of the Lord of Words?"

“I am ‘Word Punishment’.” His voice was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate all language barriers. “All those who transgress will be brought to an end.”

He raised his hand, and a black flame blade appeared in his palm. It was not an ordinary spell, but a final incantation with "negation grammar" as its core.

Almost instinctively, Fufu rushed forward and stood side by side with Noria.

"We will not back down."

Even if language collapses, silence will still belong to us.

The two cast spells simultaneously: Noria wielded her sword to create inscriptions, while Fou loudly recited the punctuated incantation. The two distinct expressions merged in unison, forming a "coordinated veil" of silver and blue.

boom--!
The black flame blade collided with the language barrier, creating a deafening sonic boom that shook the entire airspace.

Ci Fa frowned, clearly surprised by their combined spell. He chanted softly, and a huge spell ring composed of negative sentences appeared—

"This statement is not true, not real, and does not exist."

“He’s going to completely deny the reality of the light spot…” Noria gritted her teeth.

Without hesitation, Fufu took a step forward and stood in front of the light spot, her arms outstretched.

"Then I am the witness of this light."

Her voice was no longer just language, but a manifestation of consciousness itself.

She recalled the rainy night when she first met Noria, and the countless moments of conversation, silence, and resonance they shared day and night.

“Noria,” she said softly, “let’s speak together—our language.”

Noria nodded, her gaze as firm as a star.

The two spoke at the same time, softly reciting the phrase they had once obtained from the depths of the realm of words:

Even in silence, I still recognize your name.

The light suddenly surged, transforming into a torrent of billions of runes that rushed towards the Word Punishment Ring. The morphemes that originally constituted "negation" were reversed, restored, and recast into new "affirmative words."

The punishment seemed to have encountered its natural enemy; its body trembled violently, and its mask shattered.

"This...this is...an unnamed language?" His voice trembled. "You...you created—?"

boom--!
The entire airspace was reconstructed in that "word," and the land of silence began to have direction, boundaries, and color.

The word punishment let out a final roar and vanished into the light of words.

Fufu and Noria landed slowly, and the light spot finally landed in their palms, transforming into a crystal-clear rune bead.

“This is… the ‘seed’ of language,” Fufu murmured.

Noria replied softly, "It's a new beginning."

At this moment, a long-lost voice rang out—

"You have completed your mission, Fufu and Noria."

Jingze's figure appeared at the end of the void. The black mark embedded in his chest had been extinguished, but there was a relieved smile on his face.

“I have guarded the gate of silence for you,” he said with a smile. “Now, let us return language to you.”

He slowly reached out and pointed to the talisman bead.

"Let it become a new 'origin'."

Fufu and Noria exchanged a glance and simultaneously channeled their consciousness into it—

At that moment, the entire airspace burst into a rainbow of light, and countless phantoms of civilizations appeared in the sky. Songs, laughter, stories, vows... a new language was being quietly constructed.

That is the language of the future.

That is their language.

Beneath the deep blue sky, the final circular gate of the labyrinth slowly opened, and ancient gears emitted a deep hum, as if announcing the awakening of a consciousness that had slumbered for a thousand years.

Walking in front was Jingze.

Her silver hair fluttered gently in the black and gold magic light, her footsteps treading like musical notes on the steps inlaid with ancient script. Behind her, Fufu, Noria, Sodia, Xingling, Velu, and Yuyin walked side by side in silence.

They have traversed all the trials known as the "Final Words," shattering the Mirror of Unspoken Words, the Pillar of Silence, and the Curse of Word Remains. Ahead awaits them—the core of the Sound-Creating Ruins, also known as—the Pillar of Beginning Sound.

There is no wind here, no flow of time, as if even language itself has been stripped away. The space leading to the core is a vast "wheel of silence".

Hundreds of mountain-like metal sound cables hung from the dome, connecting with the ground. They were not matter, but rather “lingering echoes” sealed by pitch, flowing, vibrating, and resonating in silence, as if the whole world were a giant musical instrument.

And in the very center, that towering black and white pillar is—the Pillar of Origin. "We've arrived," Jingze whispered, but his voice echoed through the silenced area.

Fufu stared at the pillar, suddenly feeling as if all the "words" in her body had been ripped away for a moment, even her thinking began to slow down. Noria frowned, raised her hand to her throat, and whispered, "...I...cannot speak."

“This is the prototype of language… the unformed language.” Xingling’s eyes were filled with fear. “As long as we get close to it, we will be assimilated by the origin of ‘sound creation’ and become mere resonators of pure language.”

“Then what can we do—” Sodia’s words trailed off. Just as she tried to continue, a vortex that annihilated all sound suddenly emerged from the bottom of the Pillar of Origin.

A figure stepped out from the black and white light.

It has no physical form, yet it possesses endless "expression." Every step it takes creates ripples, and every gaze can rewrite the meaning of all things.

It is a collection of "sounds" that has no name, or rather, its name is the "sound creator" itself.

Jingze stood quietly at the front, the silvery-white mark between his brows slowly cracking open.

"You've finally shown yourself... Yu Shen Gou."

The figure slowly opened its "mouth," without vocal cords, without tongue, without the movement of air, yet it conveyed a "meaning" far surpassing all language, reaching the depths of everyone's hearts.

"You should be silenced."

In an instant, the ground shattered, and countless transparent spears, like fragments of runes, shot out from all directions, each carrying the power to "eliminate semantics." Veru spread his arms, and a gray-silver barrier expanded outward to block the attack, but it also crumbled into dust in a short moment.

"This is not a simple attack, it is—canceling our 'method of expression'!" Yu Yin shouted, activating the resonance key rings with both hands, unleashing dozens of sound pulses in an attempt to reverse-analyze the enemy's 'semantic attack'.

“It’s no use!” Xingling took a step back and activated the “Language Ring Array.” “That is ‘Superior Language,’ which is inherently superior to all languages—it cannot be deconstructed!”

Jingze's steps did not stop.

She stretched out her right hand, and the "Blade of Final Farewell," which had long been dormant, appeared in her palm.

"...That's why I came here."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The colossal existence of the Language God, as vast as the surging Milky Way, instantly gathered its divinity and condensed into a human form—a young man draped in a robe of words, whose eyes had no pupils, only an endless "sea of ​​words".

He spoke a single word in the language of God: "Stop."

The moment that word was uttered, everyone froze in place.

Only Jingze raised the blade of final farewell, slowly stepping forward in the stagnant time.

"My language does not belong to you."

"My existence is not for you to name."

"My destiny will be written by my own hands."

The blade of final words pierced through the frozen domain, and as it fell, fragments of language flew through the air like a waterfall.

The instantaneous impact triggered a resonance in the Pillar of Origin. The black and white core suddenly became transparent, revealing the "Sound-Creating Core" within—a heart pulsating with rhythmic light.

The God of Language took a step back; that was the first time He showed "surprise".

Fufu and Noria finally snapped out of their freeze-frame, and both of them let out a roar almost simultaneously.

"Now--!"

"Let's end all of this!!"

Noria summoned the "Greatsword of Light," while Fou, enveloped in the Flame of Stars, transformed into "Resonance Starfire" and launched a final assault on the Pillar of Origin.

“Children of Silence…” the God of Words whispered, “You will not be able to bear the price of the final flame of sound creation.”

But at that moment, the lingering sound had already risen, revealing the "ninth track" that had never been shown before, transforming into the "ancient song instrument" deep in memory.

Xingling, on the other hand, uses the heart of the "Silent Device" as a guide to transform herself into the "Key to Silence".

All these forces converge at the core of the Pillar of Origin.

The final blade fell, piercing through the very fabric of language.

And that long-sealed phrase, never uttered in this world, finally rang softly from Jingze's lips—

"Do not live by words."

As the core of the Sound Creation collapsed, the Pillar of Origin shattered, and the God of Language emitted a silent cry. The entire Sound Creation Ruins slowly vanished in a deep blue light.

The god of language is defeated by silence.

The world fell silent.

This is the "Corridor of Language Boundaries"—an ancient realm existing at the boundaries of language, the last refuge left behind by the divine constructs of language.

Before me lies an endless staircase, leading downwards to the land before words were even conceived, and upwards to the roots of ancient language.

"This...is our last chance." Noria looked at Fou and extended her hand. "Are you still willing to walk with me?"

Without hesitation, Fufu grasped her hand tightly.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Even if I lose all the language in the world, as long as you are here, I can live.”

The two stepped into the lower level of the world together, the steps beneath their feet crumbling with each step, yet they continued forward.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Jingze knelt before the ruins outside the maze, her eyes burning with purple flames.

“…I finally understand.” He murmured, slowly raising his head.

He took out the "fragment of language" embedded in his chest, which was the last page of the original text left behind by the Language God before his fall.

"The end of language... is not destruction, but choice."

Jingze suddenly stood up, ripped open his arm, and splattered his blood onto the shards. The shards emitted a deep, dark light, reforming in his hand into a jet-black seal.

"Go, Fou, Noria."

"In this silent world, I will bear the burden."

He turned and stepped into another spatial rift, his figure swallowed up in the deep silence.

Fufu and Noria have almost lost their complete physical form. Their footsteps echo in the void, with a flowing river of imagery above them and falling fragments of sound beneath their feet.

But at that moment, Noria suddenly stopped.

There's something ahead.

Fufu held her breath and turned to look. In the endless gray fog, she could vaguely see a figure.

It was a young girl, dressed in tattered sonic armor, with broken wings of speech on her back. She knelt at the end of the staircase of light, with an ancient page of speech symbols placed before her.

"You've finally arrived." The girl raised her head, her gaze piercing through all symbols and meanings. "I am the last 'Narrator'." (End of Chapter)