I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 569

Capítulo 569: The Good Are The Worst!

Who held the highest kill count across Observable Existence?

Many believed it was those considered evil or following paths of chaos and destruction, beings who reveled in endings and celebrated collapse as natural expression of truth.

The Primordial Civilization of Necrocracy certainly accumulated staggering numbers through their campaigns of systematic conversion, and individual monsters who operated outside organized structures could devastate entire regions through unchecked rampage.

But more often than not, the truth was far more uncomfortable to acknowledge.

It was actually the so-called heroic kings and conquerors who held the highest kill counts as they eradicated entire Civilizations for the sake of protecting their own.

They built monuments celebrating their victories and established legacies praising their wisdom, while the countless beings they’d eliminated to achieve such security were forgotten as acceptable casualties.

Not many knew that before the actions of THE Corpse Hierophant, THE Slumbering Genesis held the highest kill count in Observable Existence!

History was written by survivors, and survivors rarely acknowledged the scale of destruction required to ensure their continuation.

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Achilles, having just erased tens of thousands of Living Necrocracies with varying levels of Civilizational Quotient ranging from basic members to elevated Commanders, did not feel anything grand about the accomplishment. He didn’t fool himself into believing he was a hero saving existence from malevolent forces, nor did he think of himself as a villain pursuing destruction for its own sake.

He was simply a predator in Observable Existence filled with other predators, and he had to do what he could to survive as the other predators would absolutely not hesitate to do the same to him and everything he valued if given opportunity.

This was the fundamental truth beneath all philosophical justifications and moral frameworks that beings constructed to make themselves feel better about what survival actually required.

Achilles closed his eyes and sensed how his existence took in all the Assimilated authority of tens of thousands of beings whose power had ranged across multiple scales. His Civilizational Authority of Necrocracy shot up rapidly as concentrated essence from thousands of Living Necrocracies flooded into his core alongside their memories, and his Civilization Quotient also rose with speed that would have taken centuries of conventional cultivation to achieve.

Prompts blazed across his vision with details about his advancement.

|Mass Assimilation Complete.|

|You have successfully Assimilated 47,832 Living Necrocracies simultaneously through distributed contact points.|

|Civilizational Authority of Necrocracy has increased exponentially.|

|Civilization Quotient Updated: 18,750|

He breathed out slowly as the influx of power settled into stable configuration, and behind him the Shadowborn Legions raised their fists in silent victory. Their eyes showed immense fervor while they looked at him with devotion.

He took a moment to get a proper sense of his transformed existence before speaking, and when he did his voice carried a contemplative quality as if he was working through strategic considerations in real time.

“How would a Collapsed Civilization react when an entire Sanctuary goes missing simultaneously?” He looked at the Shadowborn Legions as if addressing them, but his tone suggested he was mostly talking to himself while processing implications.

“They would fortify all other locations, especially if they’re already on high alert due to mandates about external threats. Security would tighten, and response protocols would shift in ways that make infiltration significantly more difficult.”

He paused before continuing with conclusion that followed logically.

“So what needs to be done now is for me to spread out to as many Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuaries as possible before they can even formulate coordinated response to the first loss. Strike rapidly across multiple locations simultaneously to prevent them from adapting their defenses, and accumulate enough power through mass Assimilation that even their enhanced security becomes irrelevant.” He nodded to himself. “Hmm, let’s go.”

With such words, Achilles set off toward the next target location with his assembled forces following in disciplined formation.

At the same time, many gigaparsecs away.

Inside a Protected Domain where Achilles had hidden his family and most valued assets, another of his bodies floated within budding Sea of Thalassara that he’d established as replacement for the decoy sanctuary that had been devastated.

He embraced Rose as they floated together in peaceful suspension, and her transformed form radiated power that had grown considerably since she’d Assimilated the Prime Living Existential Authority of Necrocratic Life.

Achilles looked at her with a smile as be spoke.

“I will continue forming new Protected Domains every few hours and relocating everyone to different locations across the Shattered Folds so that our enemies never have accurate gauge of where we actually are.” His tone was measured.

“It may be overkill to maintain such constant movement, but it’s better to be paranoid and safe than to be laid back and face catastrophe when forces operating at scales we can’t adequately resist decide to focus their full attention on finding us.”

Rose nodded with sharp understanding.

“How can I help?”

Achilles looked at her and replied.

“There are many Sanctuaries of Life apart from the Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuaries I am currently attacking across multiple regions. I have Mycelle leading operations on that front, but I could use another set of hands with comparable capability.” He paused before articulating the full scope of his ambition.

“If I am serious about waging actual war against these Collapsed Civilizations rather than simply conducting raids, I need to do it in earnest now before they can properly organize responses. To Assimilate and transform everything about the Civilizations of Life and Necrocracy under my influence until I effectively control both organizations…”

…!

At such words, Rose wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him a long kiss.

“My Little Fatty’s words are commands. I’ll form multiple Clones for this so I can make simultaneous strikes…”

…!

Existence continued to unfold with Achilles making many moves across various fronts while distributing his attention and resources.

As he had Rose prepare to also set off toward her own assigned targets, there were only a few questions left in his mind that he couldn’t adequately answer through calculation alone.

Just how much damage could he inflict before THE Corpse Hierophant and THE Slumbering Genesis sent truly powerful creatures he wouldn’t even have a chance against? Entities that operated at such elevated scales that even what he was doing now with spreading particles as extensions of himself to establish contact points for Assimilation would be completely transparent to their enhanced perception?

Because the more complex one’s existence was, the more they naturally perceived dangers approaching before those threats could fully manifest. They wouldn’t even need to know exactly what the danger was or how it functioned, but their existence would instinctively alert them or activate protective measures before the danger arrived within effective range.

He had to move rapidly before such monsters made their entry into this conflict, or if and when they inevitably did arrive, he had to be strong enough to potentially fight them head on rather than simply fleeing and hoping they couldn’t track him down.

That was why the next few days were going to be utterly critical for determining whether his gambit would succeed or catastrophically fail.

But like this, time began to pass across Observable Existence.

And with the passage of time, many things changed in ways that would reshape cosmic power structures.

—

Hours after a joint operation between the Civilizations of Life and Necrocracy had departed with their captive.

Across Observable Existence in a domain far removed from the conflicts between Life and Death.

In a realm that existed as endlessly vast sandy silver sea stretching toward infinite horizons, where reality itself seemed to blur between waking consciousness and dreaming potential.

This was a remnant of the Shattered Primordial Folds of Dreams themselves, one of the Collapsed Civilizations that had fallen under the devastating rampage of THE Corpse Hierophant.

A floating silver throne hovered at the center of this dreamlike expanse, and upon its cushioned surface a small cat was snuggled in peaceful repose. Around this throne, thousands of massive sphinxes shimmered with silver sandy brilliance as if they were simultaneously real and potentially just dreams given temporary form. They maintained perfect stillness as they watched over the slumbering figure, their ancient features carved from living dream-sand that shifted between states.

The cat upon the throne was no ordinary creature but something far more significant in nature and purpose.

It possessed silver fur that seemed to contain entire galaxies of sleeping consciousness within each strand, and its small form radiated authority that belied its diminutive size. Wings sprouted from its back with feathers made of condensed dream essence that rippled with colors that didn’t exist in conventional reality, and when those wings shifted position they left afterimages that suggested multiple possible states existing simultaneously.

Its eyes when closed appeared as simple features, but behind those lids burned blue radiance like perfect jewels cut from the heart of consciousness itself.

At this moment, those jeweled eyes opened with sudden intensity as if responding to stimulus that transcended normal sensory input.

The cat’s gaze seemed hazed as if it was perceiving events occurring across vast distances or in potential futures rather than present moment, and when it spoke its voice carried an ancient tone filled with dazedness.

As if the voice was not entirely its own!

“Life has betrayed the ancient accord and walks with Necrocracy against foreign interference that threatens foundations both claim as inviolate. Now is the time to move as the resurgence of Dreams lies in the alliance with the Civilizational Assimilator or in their utter destruction.”

“The Collapsed shall rise through methods most taboo, consuming the essence of their scattered children to fuel emergence from states between existence and void.”

The cat’s voice took on darker quality.

“Observable Existence shall tremble as boundaries between Shattered Folds dissolve. What was destroyed shall break free in cascading failure that no single Civilization can prevent or survive.”

Its wings spread wider as she continued!

“One shall become the question all must answer: alliance or annihilation, synthesis or stagnation, evolution through violation of sacred principles or extinction through adherence to collapsed philosophies. Three paths diverge before all who remain conscious when THE entities fully manifest.”

The rhythmic cadence grew more ominous. The cat’s blue eyes blazed brighter!

“Dreams perceive the branching and cannot determine which future actualizes, for the Heretical Devourer stands at nexus where destiny itself fractures into probability clouds. Savior and destroyer, catalyst and conclusion, the question many ask themselves about what comes after Age of Collapse finally concludes.”

“The time of THE draws toward close not through defeat but through obsolescence, and what emerges from ashes of the final conflicts shall determine whether Weavings themselves continues or concludes. No salvation. No redemeption. No absolution.”

WAA!

After finishing these words in hazed state, the cat blinked several times as consciousness returned to normal awareness. She looked around at the assembled sphinxes with expression of complete confusion about what had just occurred, and her voice when she spoke carried none of the rhythmic weight from a bit earlier.

“What the fuck was that?!”

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1/1 Onwards!