I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 570

Capítulo 570: The Firstborns!

The cat on the silver throne looked around suspiciously with narrowed eyes that suggested she was trying to identify the source of whatever had just forced those prophetic words through her consciousness.

Her wings twitched with agitation as she scanned the assembled sphinxes surrounding her, but none of them showed any indication of being responsible for the uncomfortable experience.

In the next moment, her eyes became dazed again as if she was receiving information that others couldn’t hear or perceive. Her expression shifted through several emotions as this silent communication continued, and when consciousness returned to normal awareness she spoke with a voice that carried profound reluctance.

“All of this seems like a lot of work, and I don’t want to do it.”

CRACK!

Silver lightning filled with sandy dream light struck her from above with force that made her small form convulse, and the throne beneath her shuddered from the impact. She yowled with pain before recovering enough to speak again with even more defiant tone.

“Right, no! I don’t want to find any Heretical Devourer or investigate foreign interference or get involved in whatever alliance Life and Necrocracy have created!” Her voice rose. “I can just continue dreaming here peacefully! Send any of the other Dream Walkers to handle this nonsense!”

After these words, even more lightning strikes descended upon her position with increasing intensity. Silver bolts crashed down again and again until her fur stood completely on end and smoke rose from her small form, and she finally yelled out in pain while her voice cracked with genuine suffering.

“Okay! Okay! Stop it already!” She scrambled to avoid the continuing strikes. “THE Endless Dream my ass, just a torturous little-”

BOOM!

More sandy lightning strikes hit her with force that sent her tumbling from the throne, and she landed awkwardly before immediately running away while roaring toward several of the massive sphinxes surrounding the area.

“Follow me! Toward some shitty Necrocratic Sanctuary to form an alliance with some shitty guy!” Her voice carried grudging acceptance mixed with continued resentment. “Bah! Why do I have to be the one dealing with this?”

The selected sphinxes rose with fluid grace and began following their reluctant leader as she departed from this domain of dreams toward more concrete regions of reality.

—

Across the Shattered Folds in completely different region of Observable Existence.

The scene had shifted dramatically from the peaceful Void crossing where Atraides had delivered his warnings about the consequences awaiting Achilles. They had arrived at a Shattered Life Fold that existed as vast planar domain stretching in all directions, and its surface was currently divided into two distinct halves that created striking visual contrast.

One half was filled with tens of thousands of Living Lives whose verdant radiance illuminated that entire section with concentrated vitality, while the other half housed equal numbers of Living Necrocracies whose obsidian darkness created profound shadows.

The two forces maintained careful separation with clear boundary running between their territories, and neither side attempted to cross into the other’s designated space despite the obvious tensions such proximity created.

Achilles was shackled at the very center between both Civilizations with his body still twisted into uncomfortable configuration from Atraides’s earlier demonstration. His position marked the exact midpoint between Life and Death forces, and he was surrounded by enough concentrated power to erase most beings from existence through casual application of ambient authority.

Atraides stood directly in front of him with cold gaze that suggested something had changed during their journey, and his voice when he spoke carried edge of suspicion that hadn’t been present before.

“You wouldn’t be the one behind the loss of communications from several Outposts of the Civilization of Necrocracy, would you?” His tone made clear he was asking rhetorical question rather than seeking genuine information. “Multiple locations have simply stopped responding, and the timing is remarkably coincidental given your capture and transport.”

At such pointed accusation, Achilles frowned with expression of innocent confusion that suggested he had no idea what the Commander was talking about.

“What are you talking about?” His voice carried perfect bewilderment. “I’ve been bound and twisted in your custody this entire time. How exactly would I be accomplishing anything while in this state? Even my main body is shaking fearfully in its Sanctuary right now…”

Atraides’s gaze became cloudy with uncertainty as he processed the response and tried to determine whether his captive was genuinely ignorant or simply an extremely skilled liar!

Was he actually the culprit through methods they hadn’t detected, or were the Collapsed Civilizations attacking while taking advantage of their divided attention and temporary alliance?

There was no immediate answer as Atraides continued studying his prisoner’s expression for any sign of deception, and after several moments he spoke again with a voice that carried different quality than his earlier warnings.

“Since you haven’t given us much useful information and time is becoming a factor with these mysterious disappearances, we’re going to wait here for specialized resources to arrive.” His tone became more formal as he introduced concepts that clearly carried significant weight.

“The Firstborns of Necrocracy have been summoned to assist with extracting what we need from your consciousness, and their capabilities exceed anything you’ve encountered thus far.”

He paused to let that sink in before continuing with detailed explanation.

“The Firstborns of Necrocracy represent a Lineage that stems directly from the very seed of THE Corpse Hierophant himself, created during the height of his power before the Age of Collapse through methods that combined his essence with fundamental Principles of Death and Transformation. They are not merely elevated members of the Civilization but rather extensions of the collapsed leader’s will and capability, beings who inherited fragments of his authority in ways that allow them to wield power approaching levels the rest of us cannot adequately fathom or replicate.”

…!

His expression grew more serious as he described what made these entities so formidable.

“A Firstborn of Necrocracy would simply need to look at you with their full attention directed toward analysis, and they would be capable of locating where all instances of your existence currently reside across Observable Existence regardless of what veiling techniques or protective measures you’ve employed. They perceive not just your physical location but the conceptual space you occupy within reality’s structure.”

Atraides leaned slightly closer as he delivered the most troubling implication.

“And…they possess authority to collapse your existence across all instances simultaneously. Not just killing this body or destroying your current manifestation, but erasing you retroactively across existence and timelines so thoroughly that even the possibility of your resurrection becomes conceptually impossible. You would cease to have ever been in any meaningful sense, and everything you’ve accomplished would unravel as if it never occurred.”

He straightened again with expression that suggested he was genuinely curious about how his captive would respond to such information.

“The Firstborns of any Civilization are not beings who engage in extended interrogation or negotiate terms. They are respected and feared across all remaining Collapsed Civilizations because their judgments are absolute and their executions are permanent. When they arrive to examine you, which should be…soon, your fate will be determined with finality that admits no appeals or second chances.”

His cold gaze never wavered as he delivered his conclusion.

“Basically, you’re fucked.”

…!

1/1 Onwards!