I Can Assimilate Everything Chapter 711: The Gambit! II

Achilles remained in stony silence.

Mansa Nguna smacked her lips, her gaze sweeping over him with lazy golden eyes. They possessed a peculiar quality, as if she were observing a specimen that defied the established categories she had spent ages creating.

Her expression shifted through myriad calculations, blending professional assessment with the genuine curiosity of a scientist encountering unexpected results.

“Bounded Lifeforms are forever astonishing,” she remarked.

A slow shake of her head, laced with something akin to fondness, followed.

“Alright. Come here and let me investigate this integration you speak of.”

Achilles moved forward, obeying the impulses and directives she projected through the Engineering framework she believed had ensnared him. His movements possessed the exact precision of someone responding to instructions rather than acting on their own volition.

He perceived her commands as gentle nudges against his consciousness, complying with each one as a being whose autonomy had been thoroughly reconfigured.

She extended her hand, an act resembling royalty bestowing a privilege more than a simple request.

He knelt and took her hand.

The golden rivers of Observable Force, swirling throughout the laboratory, responded to his left hand. He commanded them with the authority that his Inner Dominion had been generating even before he set foot in this facility. He guided the Observable Force through his palm in currents, his practiced ease making the movements feel like natural extensions of his own intent.

He directed these currents onto Mansa Nguna’s skin.

Then, he uttered the word silently, internally, without moving his lips or betraying his actions through any external signal, all while maintaining the facade of compliance.

Assimilate.

HUUM!

This Assimilation was unique, reflecting the vast evolution of his capabilities from their origins. It was a far cry from Assimilating Evolutius Crystals, or even an entire Plane of Existence. It surpassed the need for physical contact, allowing Assimilation from a distance. Now, he could Assimilate disparate aspects of things, weaving them into relation through himself as the connecting medium.

This was his perspective: Mansa Nguna was one entity, the Observable Force another. He was simply uniting them, using himself as the bridge for integrating these two distinct entities into a deeper connection.

The crucial element enabling this was what he had intricately woven into the Observable Force before directing it onto her skin.

Invisible spores of his very being were threaded through the golden currents, utterly indistinguishable from the Observable Force itself to any perception other than his own. He was effectively implanting himself within Mansa Nguna’s existence, manifesting as specks of Observable Force, integrating this force into her as a conduit for his presence within her very foundations.

At this precise moment, the results of that integration began to manifest visibly.

“Oh shit.”

Mansa Nguna’s body erupted in a golden luminescence.

An instant later, vast quantities of Observable Force from the surrounding laboratory converged above her, descending in torrentous rivers that surged towards her form. They moved with the urgency of currents that had discovered a new, more powerful attractor than anything previously present in the environment.

Her command over Observable Force multiplied in real time. Her perception of its movements expanded beyond prior limitations, and her reserves deepened as the integration Achilles was facilitating fundamentally reshaped her connection to the foundational medium of structured reality.

Achilles observed the emergence of these rivers with cold, analytical eyes, tracking every detail.

The increased concentration of Observable Force flowing towards and through Mansa Nguna presented an exponentially larger volume for him to seed with his spores. He acted swiftly, infusing every current that passed through his directing hand with the invisible markers of his existence before they continued their journey into her very core!

The Gilded One, Mansa Nguna, assimilated increasingly more of the Observable Force’s essence into her being with every passing moment, and with each increment of that integration, a greater part of him accompanied it.

Her laughter burst forth, imbued with the quality of someone experiencing something beyond their capacity to comprehend their own power.

“I feel… inseparable from Observable Existence itself! As if I myself am part of the Force that constitutes it!”

The sheer exhilaration fueling her voice carried a madness he hadn’t heard from her before, momentarily eclipsing the composed scientist with something far more revealing.

"If I could achieve complete resonance and become one with it, would I not be able to surpass even a Silurian Paleozoic Scale Gilded One?"

Her golden eyes blazed, their intensity eclipsing the ambient light of the laboratory.

"Haha, more! Give me MORE!"

Achilles’s gaze turned icy as he continued channeling rivers of Observable Force towards her, appearing to comply willingly while his perception meticulously tracked the integration’s progress in percentages.

Astonishingly, he had already fused with over fifty percent of her being.

As this critical threshold was breached, the feedback began.

Boundless power surged back through the link he had forged, flowing from her essence into his own via the pathways his spores had carved within her core. His Inner Dominion started expanding at an incredible rate, with Infinity and Observable Force cascading into his body as if he had suddenly gained access to a Gilded One’s immense reserves. This authority coursed through him, reaching his hand bones and the extremities of his limbs, targeting the skeletal and organic structures yet untouched by transformation. It initiated the process of creating Proterozoic Bones and Proterozoic Organs throughout his entire physical form.

His finger bones had merely been a prelude.

What was now unfolding would be a complete metamorphosis!

His eyes remained cold and appraising behind the facade of cooperation. The rivers of force persisted, and his spores continued their infiltration into the remaining fifty percent of her existence. The gambit was rapidly advancing towards its decisive moment.

He would soon discover if he could attain absolute dominion over a Gilded One.

And if the most perilous gamble he had ever undertaken would ultimately succeed!

A Gilded One that surpassed THE Second Scale… if he succeeded, he would gain a puppet at THE Third Scale of Existence!

Astonishing!