Chapter 499: A Glorious Day! II
Chapter 499: A Glorious Day! II
Assimilation.
To the uninitiated, the term conjures crude images.
The hungry wolf devouring the lamb, the black hole swallowing a star, the office worker who inhales three donuts in the breakroom before anyone else realizes they’ve been delivered.
It’s seen as consumption, brute force, a process of making something less by making it part of you.
This is, of course, adorably, fundamentally, and cosmically wrong!
That’s not Assimilation. That’s just eating.
True Assimilation, the kind that reshapes reality and makes entities nervous, is not about consumption.
It is about understanding. It is the process of taking in information, an idea, a being, so completely…so intimately, that the boundary between you and it ceases to have meaning.
It is not making something part of you; it is realizing that you and it were always part of the same, larger equation.
The scholar who spends a lifetime studying a dead language until they can dream in its grammar has, in a way, assimilated it.
The musician who practices a symphony until the notes flow from their fingers without thought has assimilated the composer’s intent.
The lover who knows their partner’s heart so well that a single glance communicates volumes has assimilated a part of their soul.
Assimilation is not destruction. It is the ultimate form of preservation. It is taking a story and not just reading it, but becoming the ink, the page, and the meaning between the lines!
Oh!
It is taking a song and becoming the vibration that carries it through the void!
It was taking an idea, and making it yours!
Mor’dantius the Harvest King was an idea. A being! A Nar’Thyss that stood at the peak Echelon of the Null Scale of Existence!
So what would happen when Achilles, the Liberating Assimilator, applied his terrifying capability of Assimilation to him?
A glorious, unfathomable wonder happened.
A brilliant platinum-purple-gold light radiated from Achilles, and he began to devour and assimilate the very essence of a Tier 9 existence!
Mor’dantius the Harvest King, Conductor of Concluding Crescendos, felt his story end.
The sun of nothingness had not just destroyed him; it had collapsed the very framework of his existence, leaving him vulnerable, open, a book whose pages were being ripped out by a cosmic wind.
And in that moment of absolute vulnerability, Achilles’s authority descended.
The glorious butterfly-like form of the Nar’Thyss began to dissolve, not into dust or energy, but into pure meaning!
The silver brilliance of his narrative authority flowed like liquid light from his being, a river of stories pouring into Achilles. The shock in his eyes was a supernova of cognitive dissonance.
He felt every part of his existence, every Fable he had ever woven, every scrap of power he had harvested from the suffering of trillions… be sucked into another being!
Mor’dantius wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to roar out!
And yet, no voice came out. His narrative authority, the very thing that gave him a voice in reality, was being consumed. All he could do was stare into the cold, platinum-flecked eyes of Achilles.
In this process of Assimilation, as his entire existence was being absorbed, as his millennia-long story reached its final, unwritten paragraph, he seemed to observe one singular, reality-shattering thing before everything he knew collapsed.
He saw the humanoid form of Achilles superimposed with another form, a glorious, royal, platinum-colored… Nar’Thyss.
…!
Ah…
Internally, such a ridiculous and stupid word was uttered in Mor’dantius’s mind. For that brief, final instant, he understood. He finally, truly understood.
The entity completely devouring and assimilating his very existence… was a Nar’Thyss. But what Nar’Thyss was this? An Elder? A Founder? Oh. Was this… Was this the… Nexus Deviation Point they had been looking for all along?!
Such words, filled with absolute terror, were the last thoughts that this glorious Tier 9 entity held. Right after…
BOOM!
His entire body turned into liquefied silver brilliance, a river of pure, concentrated narrative authority that was completely and utterly assimilated into Achilles’s body.
…!
Achilles felt… full.
It was a sensation that transcended physical satiety. It was the feeling of a library that had just absorbed every book ever written. From the assimilation of this entity, he had truly taken everything.
Their memories of eons spent manipulating the cosmos. Their terrifying, potent Existential Authority of Fables. Their power. Every story, every tragedy, every drop of narrative energy Mor’dantius had ever harvested was now his. It was a feast of meaning, a banquet of being.
A set of detailed prompts arose before his eyes, blazing with platinum fire.
|You have successfully Assimilated a Tier 9 Null Scale Existence: Mor’dantius the Harvest King.|
|Existential Authority of Fables Gained: +9,250,000 Units.|
|Due to the extremely complex and pure makeup of existence of the assimilated entity, this makeup is being utilized to forcefully elevate all of your Echelons of Assimilation.|
…!
He felt it instantly. His very existence began to rapidly expand and contract, a cosmic lung breathing in reality itself.
He felt his very cellular components, his quantum framework, drink in the enriched and extremely pure weavings of existence that had been Mor’dantius. It was like drinking pure, distilled reality.
All of it was being infused, channeled, forced into his Assimilation Echelons of Quantum, Spatial Tension, Inevitable Entropy, Fables, and The Void!
…!
His entire being vibrated with the force of this upgrade, each Assimilation a starving wonder being fed a feast of galaxies!
|The Assimilation of Organic Cosmic Regulation – Quantum has reached Echelon 8.|
|The Assimilation of Organic Cosmic Regulation – Spatial Tension has reached Echelon 8.|
|The Assimilation of Organic Cosmic Regulation – Inevitable Entropy has reached Echelon 8.|
|The Assimilation of the Existential Authority of Fables has reached Echelon 4.|
|The Assimilation of the Existential Authority of The Void has reached Echelon 3.|
…!
BOOM!
A glorious scene unfolded. Achilles floated grandly in the void, his body pulsing and radiating an ecstatic power. The platinum wings of his Nar’Thyss heritage blazed behind him, each feather a story, each beat rewriting the space around him. He felt… close.
He was standing right at the doorway of Tier 9 of the Null Scale of Existence!
His power was not singular. Not the focused, perfected blade of a being like Shal’garon or the vast, oppressive weight of Mor’dantius. His was a pantheon.
He had multiple Regulations at the Eighth Echelon, each one a pillar of reality he could command. He had the terrifying, conceptual authorities of The Void and Fables as well, powers that operated on the operating system of existence, not just the applications running on it.
All of this… all of it combined to create an existence whose power brilliantly, terrifyingly, approached Tier 9. He was not just a powerful being; he was a walking confluence of fundamental forces, a living paradox.
But he couldn’t have done this alone.
Amidst his glorious elevation, as his power settled into its new, terrifying configuration, he turned.
He saw Rose floating behind him, her crystalline form radiating a gentle, harmonic light that stood in stark contrast to his own chaotic brilliance. Her emerald eyes, even in this form, held a warmth that anchored him.
He moved to her!
He embraced her, his arms wrapping around her crystalline form, pulling her into his new, overwhelming reality.
As he held her, his existence, still thrumming with the assimilated power of a Tier 9 entity, radiated its terrific pressure outwards.
Across the battlefield, the Crystalline Titans, who had been watching in stunned silence, suddenly locked over. Their songs of battle ceased.
Their vibrant forms froze. They were caught in a stupor, their consciousness overwhelmed by the sheer, unadulterated weight of his new being!
1/1 Onwards!