I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 564

Capítulo 564: A Civilizational Crusade! I

In the Sanctuary of Life.

Achilles floated at the highest point of this grand location that he had been looking at with a sense of caution not too long ago, and from this elevated vantage he could observe the entire domain spread beneath him like a living map of possibilities.

The crystalline structures that housed tens of thousands of beings pulsed with verdant-gold radiance, and the defensive formations that protected this sanctuary from external threats hummed with power that he now recognized as relatively modest compared to what existed at higher scales.

At that time when he’d first approached this place, the idea of Foldless Ones and Living Existences seemed so foreign and incomprehensible, and yet now after experiencing what lay beyond surface understanding, everything seemed manageable.

He spoke aloud.

“One fears what they don’t understand.”

Yes, once understanding replaced ignorance, fear diminished proportionally to comprehension gained. This was a fundamental truth that applied across all scales of existence, from the smallest concerns to cosmic conflicts that shaped reality itself.

Another thing he had understood, or really clarified for himself recently, involved finally quantifying how he looked at his power and the power of other Living Existences in ways that allowed meaningful comparison.

He did not want to base the assessment solely on how complex or pure one’s existence was, because this approach felt somewhat rudimentary and might not completely capture the full scope of capability.

Because how could he also properly quantify how one’s Way of Existence or affiliation with specific Civilizations contributed to their effective power? These factors mattered tremendously!

It was challenging to get fully accurate readings that accounted for all relevant variables, but as of now he had designed a quantification of power he called Civilizational Quotient. A clean numerical system that measured total Civilizational Authority, complexity, purity, potential, and progression of an entity all condensed into single comprehensible value.

The scale he’d developed ranged from those just entering the Level Zero Scale of Existence all the way up to entities approaching or achieving THE distinction.

THE.

Monsters like THE Slumbering Genesis or THE Corpse Hierophant!

Basic Living Lives who had recently been initiated into their Civilizations, but were not full members, occupied the range of CQ(Civilization Quotient) 1 through 100, representing foundational capability without significant refinement or advancement.

Foldless Ones like Xar’vantheon who served as guardians and administrators fell into CQ 101 through 500.

Genuine Members of Civilizations who had completed full integration ranged from CQ 501 to 1,000, marking them as beings who could operate independently with confidence.

Overseers and Champions like Mycelle before her transformation occupied CQ 1,001 through 10,000, representing elite tier within Level Zero Scale where beings commanded significant regional influence and respect.

Supreme Commanders and Esteemed entities he was only learning from memories of those he assimilated spresd out across The Shattered Folds peaked at CQ of excess of 10,000+, with this number going high and heading towards ceiling of what Level Zero Existence could achieve through conventional advancement.

Beyond that threshold lay the Nascent Throne Scale, which he gave it such a name because he did not know much about such beings, but they would be nearing 100,000 Civilization Quotient.

Past that? He didn’t really know yet. Maybe beings that were approaching THE level? Or Half THE?

There were lots of gaps of information to fill in!

His current calculation placed himself at approximately 6,300 Civilization Quotient after synthesizing opposed authorities and establishing his own Civilization, while Mycelle after her transformation had jumped to approximately CQ 8,500.

The multiplication effect of combining Life and Death authorities provided exponential advantages that simple addition could never achieve.

As Achilles reviewed this mental breakdown of power scales and where various entities fit within his newly designed framework, a voice echoed out behind him with a respectful tone.

“Noble Sir, we are ready to go.”

He turned to observe the figure of Mycelle approaching with measured grace, and behind her came a Shadowborn Legion that moved with coordinated precision.

In the surroundings beyond her immediate group, multiple other Shadowborn Legions filled with Prime Living Necrocratic Lives could be seen assembled in formation, and each Legion held at least three hundred beings whose power would qualify them as significant threats to most conventional forces.

Each of the entities that Achilles had personally transformed or that stemmed from the Shadowborn Legions held an average level of power around CQ 2,000, making them individually dangerous and collectively overwhelming when coordinated properly.

Half of these assembled forces would be following him to strike at Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuaries, while the other half would accompany Mycelle to target Sanctuaries of Life across different regions.

The destinations were already set through intelligence extracted from assimilated infiltrators, and at this moment Achilles adopted a more serious expression as he prepared to address his assembled forces. He spoke with a voice that carried across the gathered Legions without requiring amplification.

“Across the Shattered Folds of Existence are many remnants of Collapsed Civilizations that seek to say their Way of Existence is the right one, claiming somehow that life is everything or that death is everything as if such limited perspective captures the truth.” He paused for emphasis. “Do you all agree with this narrow philosophy?”

The reply came as unified roar from Mycelle and all other Prime Necrocratic Lives present, their voices combining into sound that made reality itself tremble.

“NO!”

Achilles looked at all of them with an expression that combined satisfaction and calculation, and he recognized he truly did not need to be delivering grand speeches or inspirational words.

He could simply give orders and all of them would follow without fail or hesitation, because he held absolute level of control over these beings through the Reverent Control tier he’d applied during their transformations.

But he still kept this absolute control somewhat loose in application, allowing them to experience genuine emotion and conviction about what they were doing rather than simply moving as mindless puppets.

They were, after all, a type of Living Existence despite their synthesis of opposed principles, and what a shame would it be if they did not even have the capacity to enjoy the Way they were following and understand why their cause mattered.

So he smiled and continued.

“The enemies we will encounter believe the Civilizations they are following are genuine and true without realizing they have been led to follow wrong paths by collapsed leaders who are no longer even properly living.” His voice carried weight of cosmic judgment.

“When you meet them, they will talk with you and insult what you stand for through ignorance. Your job is to save their poor souls from the clutches of these abhorrent incomplete Civilizations.”

He gestured broadly with motion that encompassed all assembled forces.

“Destroy any opposition that you come across to the point that they cannot even move or resist transformation, then I shall come and show them the true Civilization by transforming their very existence through the application of thr glorious Prime Living Existential Authority of Necrocratic Life.” His eyes blazed with intensity that suggested absolute conviction.

“We will show them the only Civilization that is not collapsed across all of Observable Existence. What this represents is a crusade to establish the Civilization of Living Necrocracies across reality itself!”

…!

A crusade.

Oh!

His assembled Legions raised their fists and roared with enthusiasm, and Achilles smiled lightly at their response.

He may have gone slightly overboard with the dramatic speech given they would have followed his commands regardless of inspirational framing, but the foundation was properly set for what would come next.

In the next moment he spoke with calm finality that marked transition from preparation to action.

“Move out. Let the crusade of Civilization begin.”

BOOM!

1/1 Onward!