I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 571

Capítulo 571: The Firstborns! II

He would be fucked?

Achilles smiled at the words of the Commander beside him as in the last few hours he had progressively stopped feeling as terrifying as when they initially met. The gap in power that had seemed insurmountable when Atraides first demonstrated his overwhelming capability had narrowed considerably through rapid advancement.

Because in the last few hours, Achilles had continued to Assimilate multiple Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuaries across different regions of the Shattered Folds. He had brutally reinforced his existence through consuming tens of thousands of additional beings to the point that right now, the figure of Atraides actually felt manageable rather than impossibly superior.

He could break out of the shackles that currently bound him if he wished and erupt with power that would genuinely surprise everyone assembled here.

But why do any of that when at this very moment, every single entity present whether they belonged to the Civilization of Life or the Civilization of Necrocracy was surrounded by dense particles of their own Civilizational authorities that they did not know were actually his Spores in perfect disguise?

These particles had settled onto the bones of skeletal bodies, onto the hoods and robes of humanoid figures, onto the golden shields and armaments that various warriors wore. They appeared as nothing more than ambient authority drifting harmlessly through the environment, completely invisible to conscious detection by beings whose attention was focused on more obvious threats.

They would effectively perform instantaneous Assimilation right here for all assembled forces if he activated the technique, but he held himself back from executing such devastating strike.

Because he was waiting for a truly big fish to arrive.

He knew that since these forces could extract nothing useful from him, he simply had to wait patiently for even more powerful creatures from these Civilizations to emerge. And those elevated beings would naturally bring themselves directly to him rather than requiring him to hunt them down across vast distances.

So even though they did not realize it, all those currently assembled here were actually bait to hook an even bigger catch. And at this moment, he had discovered that these bigger fish were called the Firstborns of Necrocracy!

He smiled internally at the unique designation as the only thing he genuinely wondered was what taste would their existence have when Assimilated?

…!

All Assimilations carried unique sensory qualities that his existence perceived through mechanisms others couldn’t adequately understand. His being itself had become like a sensory organ that could distinguish everything he consumed through flavor profiles that transcended simple physical taste to touch upon conceptual essence.

A chicken when Assimilated tasted like fried chicken with all the expected characteristics. The authority of a Living Life tasted like really fatty chicken with rich complexity, while a Living Necrocracy and their respective authority tasted like hard chicken with denser texture but less nuanced flavor.

The comparison to poultry was inadequate but represented the closest approximation his consciousness could formulate for experiences that lacked proper vocabulary.

It was actually hard to explain in ways that others would really understand!

But that tangent aside.

At this moment, Achilles was not only contemplating the different tastes of existence but also continuing to focus his attention on multiple Constellation Dream Bodies that were heading toward even more Sanctuaries across various regions.

His consciousness distributed itself across these separate manifestations with practiced efficiency

And at this time, his eyes flashed with light of genuine interest as he mentally blinked and directed attention toward a certain direction many gigaparsecs away from his current bound position.

Because a Constellation Dream Body in that distant location had come to an unexpected stop during its approach toward another Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuary. His pathway directly toward the target had encountered a unique oddity that felt absolutely incredulous when one first observed it.

Because there in the endless expanse of the Void where nothing should exist except emptiness and occasional monsters capable of surviving such environment, he saw a massive silver sandy banner floating conspicuously that read in clear script:

|The big scary Heretical Devourer who has been eating Living Necrocracies, can you stop for a chat?|

…!

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In the endless Void many gigaparsecs from where one body remained captive.

Achilles’s Constellation Dream Body raised its hand in gesture that brought the Shadowborn Legions behind him to immediate halt.

His eyes flashed with appropriate caution as he waved his hands and silently released millions of microscopic particles of Void authority to effectively meld with the surrounding emptiness. They crept forward toward the vibrant area ahead that was filled with unique Civilizational authority he did not recognize or possess any context for understanding.

It was definitely another organized force’s signature, but it belonged to neither Life nor Necrocracy based on the distinctive patterns his enhanced perception could detect.

Whoever they were, they had managed to determine exactly where he would be traveling toward and actually stopped here in advance to intercept his approach. That level of precognition warranted extreme caution regardless of their stated intentions.

As his Spore-like particles got closer, he was able to make out what waited ahead with increasing clarity.

He saw dozens of massive sphinxes floating with grand majesty that made them appear simultaneously real and somehow dreamlike. Each of these beings emanated a level of power comparable to Atraides.

And at the very center of these powerful entities was what appeared to be a winged cat whose small size contrasted dramatically with the titanic sphinxes surrounding her in protective formation.

The cat possessed silver fur that seemed to contain galaxies of sleeping consciousness, and wings made of condensed dream essence that shifted through colors that didn’t exist in conventional reality.

Her blue eyes shone like perfect jewels as they stared straight ahead as if she could perceive Achilles.

With a sense of caution mixed with genuine interest about what this represented, Achilles prepared to potentially lose this Constellation Dream Body while he held the Shadowborn Legions back at safe distance.

He took a single step forward to cross the relatively small remaining distance and arrive near the cluster of terrifying entities representing another Collapsed Civilization.

It was not that he was being reckless or that he lacked appropriate fear about the situation, and even if he lost this body that would be more than acceptable given how many he maintained across different locations. But the possibility of encountering another Civilization and gaining access to yet another form of Civilizational authority was opportunity too valuable to ignore.

Such possibility caused him to move forward decisively, and the moment that he emerged from concealment he locked eyes with the uniquely powerful winged cat creature who watched his approach with an expression that combined wariness and reluctant determination.

And the moment visual contact was established, the cat spoke with a voice that carried distinctive cadence.

“Big guy, I know that you’re called the Heretical Devourer so you probably like to eat and devour things, but I do have to warn you that I really like all my body parts attached where they currently are.” Her tone was surprisingly casual given the circumstances.

“So if I see you try anything crazy or threatening, I will get jumpy and I will get suspicious, and I will leave right away and abandon you to die from whatever consequences you’ve created for yourself.”

…!

Achilles squinted toward this being as he processed the unexpected warning, and his voice when he responded carried calm curiosity rather than offense at the implications.

“You would leave me to die?”

The winged cat blinked with an expression that suggested she found the question somewhat obvious, and her reply came with matter-of-fact delivery.

“Oh yes, THE Endless Dream mentioned to me that you’re really pissing off the Leaders of Life and Necrocracy to unprecedented degrees as they would be actively tracking down wherever you are and collapsing everything you have with extreme prejudice soon.” She shifted position slightly on whatever invisible platform supported her.

“I, The Firstborn of The Longest Dream, follower of THE Endless Dream, follower of The Civilization of Dreams, Dream Walker Cyna, have somehow been forcibly woken from peaceful slumber to come here and propose an alliance with you.”

Her tone carried clear resentment about this assignment.

“THE Endless Dream apparently wants to talk with you directly and lend you aid so that you are not immediately found and collapsed before you can serve whatever purpose they have perceived for your continued existence. It is some bullshit really, because why do I have to be the one woken up to handle this diplomatic nonsense, huh?” She sighed with profound annoyance.

“Existence is best experienced in the state of endless slumber and beautiful dreams where nothing demands your attention or forces you to deal with complicated situations.”

She trailed off before seeming to catch herself and refocus on the matter at hand.

“Ah, nevermind my complaints. So, what will it be? Are you interested in hearing what THE Endless Dream has to propose, or would you prefer to continue your current trajectory and see how long you survive against coordinated response from multiple Collapsed Civilizations?”

1/1 Onwards!