I Can Assimilate Everything Chapter 714: A Terrifying Creature!

A preposterous surge of power, one Achilles couldn't even articulate, now coursed through him.

By any standard metric used for progression and categorization within Vakochev’s established system, he should still be firmly anchored at THE First Scale of Existence. His Civilizational Anchor remained unestablished, and he had yet to bridge the profound divide separating the vast majority of beings from those capable of operating at Proterozoic levels. According to the very framework of existence he'd understood since awakening his Civilization, he was unequivocally a First Scale entity, irrespective of the recent events within the ravaged remnants of THE Gilded Laboratory Outpost #32.

Yet, he felt an overwhelming capability to obliterate anything residing on THE Second Scale. This wasn't the tentative confidence of someone who had surpassed expectations and felt they might contend against higher Scale entities under advantageous conditions. Instead, it was a deep-seated certainty, as if his very foundations had been reconfigured to a degree that rendered the distinction between First and Second Scale a mere bureaucratic formality rather than a substantial barrier.

He even sensed that Mansa Zulu was now a manageable challenge.

The dread he'd experienced when that entity violently emerged from the infinite obsidian brilliance above the ruins of Lamashtu’s ritual no longer held the same oppressive weight. The memory of that encounter, which had exerted a pressure so immense it threatened to crush his transformed Primordial Architect physiology, felt fundamentally altered. The chasm between his existence and that threat had somehow shifted!

However, he compelled himself to focus.

The act of consuming a Gilded One was undeniably terrifying, and the inevitable repercussions of such an action would manifest regardless of his newfound sense of power. Mansa Nguna’s warning concerning impending investigations had been conveyed by a consciousness intimately familiar with the hierarchy she belonged to, far more so than himself. To effectively conceal his actions, he needed to comprehend the nature of the trail he'd left and the identity of those who would pursue it.

To achieve this, delving into the assimilated memories of the Gilded One he had absorbed was paramount.

Achilles closed his eyes, meticulously sifting through the integrated recollections of Mansa Nguna with the focused precision of an archivist searching a voluminous repository for critical data.

What he encountered initially was deeply disturbing.

He witnessed a scene within this very laboratory, a space still pristine and gleaming, a stark contrast to its current state of devastation. Mansa Nguna was extending invitations to prominent Second Scale Primordial Architects and Antediluvian Ones, proffering promises of Engineering advancements that lent a deceptive warmth and generosity to her characteristic languid smile. These immensely powerful beings, laden with accumulated might, were drawn in willingly, placing their trust in the credentials and esteemed reputation of a Gilded One whose facility had served countless entities over eons of operation.

But she had utilized them for her experiments instead. With the detached fascination of a scientist observing a specimen, she studied their Bounded anatomy—a clinical curiosity mirroring her approach to Achilles, yet stripped of the pretense of legitimate Engineering guiding her methods. She dissected both living and deceased subjects, meticulously documenting the responses of Proterozoic Bones to stimuli no ethical researcher would dare apply, the operational dynamics of Primordial Hearts under conditions no willing participant would endure, and the manner in which the consciousness of Antediluvian Ones processed dissolution, all yielding data unobtainable through conventional means.

Ultimately, she consumed their Hearts of Civilization.

Achilles navigated through numerous similarly unsettling memories, each one serving as a confirmation that Mansa Nguna's persona as a detached scientist was entirely authentic in its curiosity, yet utterly monstrous in its execution. The countless beings she had consumed across the ages represented a horrific legacy.

He persisted in his search.

Until his focus landed on a scene situated in a completely different locale.

It was not the serene Silver Philotimo Observable Existence. The depicted landscape bore no resemblance to the idyllic realm of cascading rivers, floating continents, and multiple balanced suns that he had traversed in the days following his passage across THE Obsidian Span of the Nine Crowns. This particular Observable Existence exuded a grandeur that transcended mere aesthetics; its very atmosphere was imbued with concentrations of Observable Force and Infinity, rendering the Silver Philotimo comparatively modest.

Within this grand vista, he observed Mansa Nguna, suspended in space alongside a multitude of other Gilded Ones. These were not the Second Scale beings he had encountered within the Coliseum of a Thousand Ascendant Glories—not the augmented Bounded Lifeforms who had undergone Engineering and dedicated themselves to reaching Proterozoic heights. These were Gilded Ones of the Ordovician Paleozoic Scale, beings belonging to THE Third Scale of Existence. Their authority exerted a pressure upon reality so profound that even the most formidable Second Scale entities he had previously encountered seemed rudimentary in comparison. Tens of thousands of them were present.

Each of them radiated an amplified Pride Engineering, a distinction of their lineage amongst other Gilded configurations. Their collective aura created an atmosphere so potent that the surrounding Observable Existence seemed to compress under the weight of their assembled authority.

Their gazes were directed towards a formidable group of Gilded Ones, figures whom Achilles now recognized from the integrated knowledge surging through his foundations.

THE Magna Sorora.

A formidable organization of Gilded Ones, their influence spanning multiple Observable Existences. Their reach extended across realities unknown to most beings, wielding authority at levels that rendered the tens of thousands of gathered Ordovician Scale Gilded Ones akin to spectators rather than equals. This powerful entity was led by Sororis Primas, a force of unparalleled power and intellect composed exclusively of Gilded Ones who had ascended beyond the limitations of their Scale alone.

One of the Sororis Prima floated before the vast assembly. Behind her, a colossal illusory screen materialized, displaying an image that caught Achilles completely by surprise.

A creature.

Simultaneously monstrous and majestic, it embodied the paradoxical nature of beings existing at the frontier between such extremes. It shimmered with multicolored Infinity, flowing through its form in patterns that suggested an intrinsic, native power rather than one cultivated through processes comparable to what Bounded Lifeforms endured.

A fearsome spiked tail trailed behind it, its length considerable. Spikes along its humanoid spine and back arched outwards, conveying an aura of both defense and aggression, each one ablaze with the same multicolored Infinity that permeated its entire being.

Orbiting above its head was a regally terrifying crown.

The Sororis Prima's voice resonated with the compressed authority of someone delivering information deemed crucial enough to convene tens of thousands of Gilded Ones.

"What you witness before you is an adversary that has materialized within THE Braneworld Observable Existence of one of our allied forces."

Her gaze swept over the assembled Gilded Ones with the measured assessment of a commander surveying their assets.

"THE Relictus are formidable enough as it is. They have inflicted casualties upon our people, hindering our acquisition of THE Primordial Source. Their persistent existence stands as the primary impediment to our progression towards what lies beyond our current Scales."

She gestured toward the illusory creature suspended behind her.

"However, this newly emerged entity has been identified as THE Primus Apeiron. It possesses the inherent capacity and capability to divest Infinity from our very existences entirely."

A profound silence descended upon the assembled tens of thousands, distinct from the stillness that preceded her address – heavier, more personal.

"They can negate all your accumulated eons of diligent effort. They possess the ability to render a Gilded One incapable of wielding Infinity. Every Engineering attained, every Ego amplified, every cultivation technique honed through lifetimes of dedicated advancement becomes utterly meaningless when THE Primus Apeiron strips away the Infinity that forms their very foundation."

Her expression remained composed, yet her eyes held a chilling recognition – the calculated coldness of one mastering fear through analytical detachment.

"As of this moment, this monstrous entity is manifesting repeatedly within a single Observable Existence. Although the current scale of this incident is minor, our objective is to contain it within that singular Observable Existence. We cannot afford an Infinity-related crisis when we have yet to fully grasp THE Primordial Source."

Her voice lowered, adopting cadences that conveyed an undeniable finality.

"Understood?"

...!

Achilles emerged from the memory, shock rippling through his transformed existence in ways his Neo Superbius Ego of Existence processed differently from his prior emotional responses.

A beast capable of severing Infinity from Gilded Ones existed!

A creature that could annihilate the foundational authority upon which all Gilded advancement depended, one that could reach into the cultivated depths of beings who had spent eons nurturing their connection to Infinity and simply sever that connection entirely!

THE Primus Apeiron!

He turned the name over in his consciousness, integrating it with the torrent of revelations. He filed it alongside the intelligence concerning THE Magna Sorora, THE Primordial Source, THE Relictus, and the intricate web of threats and powers operating at tiers that made his own recent advancements feel simultaneously monumental and merely introductory.

His star-like pupils blazed with gold and blue as he opened his eyes, surveying the devastated remnants of the laboratory surrounding him.