I Can Assimilate Everything Chapter 718: THE Osmontian!

Though rivers could be dammed, redirected, or through sheer engineering prowess, compelled to deviate from their intended courses, this principle explained the historical obsession of many immensely powerful beings. They dedicated themselves to manipulating the fabric of existence or altering causality, convinced that sufficient force applied at the opportune moment could steer impending events toward their preferred outcomes.

Success, however, was a rarity. Causality, it turned out, was not a river to be dammed but an ocean. Oceans, when confronted with such barriers, do not cease their flow; instead, they instinctively seek myriad paths around the obstruction, distributing their immense momentum across countless alternative routes until the impediment becomes inconsequential to their ultimate destination.

The more one attempts to resist an inevitable event, the greater the pressure that accumulates behind it. Consequently, when the resistance finally falters, the event arrives with amplified speed and force. This was a profound truth, painstakingly learned and relearned across the ages by the most potent entities in existence as they strove to reshape what was destined to be into what they desired.

Some lessons, it seemed, required the crushing weight of repeated experience to be etched permanently into one's understanding.

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Achilles found himself within a peculiar, isolated domain, completely detached from any external perception. The very nature of this space suggested it was deliberately constructed to thwart outside awareness, differing from mere remoteness. It was akin to a room with steel-shutters rather than one simply existing beyond the reach of view. Streams of Observable Force, arranged with apparent intention rather than natural randomness, meandered through the domain. Like celestial bodies in a slow waltz, singularities of concentrated authority drifted amongst them.

The formidable woman was already present, seated upon a protruding section of golden Observable Force with an air of profound familiarity, as if this were a place she frequented. Her crimson-gold eyes, layered with the multifaceted perception of having witnessed the same moment from multiple temporal vantage points, regarded him.

"Will you not inquire about the future?"

Her head tilted slightly, genuine curiosity evident beneath the spoken words.

"Regarding your destiny?"

Achilles met her gaze with the placid composure of one who had already considered and dismissed the premise of her question before it was fully articulated.

"Regardless of what I might learn about what is to come, the present will remain unchanged, for the future is never immutably fixed."

His declaration held the ring of unwavering conviction, transcending mere philosophical musing.

"I speak with certainty, derived from my own prior manipulations of time. Therefore, elucidate for me the full scope of this situation."

Indeed.

He had previously delved into the intricate weavings of time, enabling him to restore numerous family members from fates that should have been inescapable. His methods involved navigating the currents of causality with techniques that demanded significant personal cost for their development and execution. He possessed an intimate, firsthand understanding of the mechanics of temporal and quantum interference, far beyond theoretical knowledge.

However, the capabilities this woman displayed surpassed anything he had previously attempted. For the moment, his role was solely to listen. The future wasn't predetermined; what truly mattered were the present decision and the acquisition of the necessary information to make that decision wisely.

A radiant smile bloomed on the woman's face, its luminescence amplified, rather than diminished, by the isolating nature of their surroundings.

"I am Vireth," she announced.

She introduced herself.

"And this juncture in time where we now converse – we will journey slightly further back from this point before we conclude, as that represents the furthest extent reachable by my power. Even for those of us who operate within time's flow, its accessibility is not infinite."

She shifted into a more relaxed posture on her golden perch of Observable Force, transitioning with practiced ease from introductions to the core reason for their meeting.

"Concerning THE Osmontian, that entity bears many appellations. He ought to be classified as a Bounded Lifeform, much like yourself, originating from a lesser Observable Existence. Perhaps this very origin is what renders him so confounding and challenging for the established hierarchy to comprehend and confront."

A subtle intensification flickered at the edges of her crimson-gold eyes as she spoke of the subject.

"He materialized within a specific region and proceeded to annihilate Sororis Primas and Gilded Ones as if they were mere trifles, consuming beings of such immense stature with an ease that shattered every established framework for understanding the potential of Bounded Lifeforms."

"It was in that moment he commenced the act of stripping Infinity from the Gilded Ones."

She paused, the gravity of her words hanging in the air, akin to someone recounting a source of profound dread.

"THE Primus Apeiron. That was his inaugural appearance. That marked the genesis. And it is to that point we must return."

...!

Achilles absorbed this information, his internal thoughts racing with calculations, far faster than his outward expression could possibly betray.

The individual targeted was unexpectedly a monstrous entity, one that even the esteemed Mansa Nguna’s household exercised extreme caution around, presenting it only during a grand assembly of tens of thousands of Ordovician Scale Gilded Ones. This being, recalled from the Sororis Prima’s memories, had been displayed on an illusory screen with an explicit directive: it was to be confined strictly within a singular Observable Existence. That cautionary note now resonated with a far more direct and personal significance than it had when experienced indirectly through another’s recollection.

Vireth proceeded, his internal thoughts not yet fully integrated.

"He is in a state of budding at this very moment. That is the sole descriptor that truly applies."

Her tone conveyed the depth of someone who had meticulously studied their subject, driven by an all-consuming fixation.

"He has not yet achieved his ultimate form. His roots remain tentative, and his foundations are still grounding themselves. While we can perceive the outline of the approaching threat, its full manifestation has yet to occur."

She inclined forward, an action underscoring the critical juncture of her revelation.

"This represents our opportunity. Once this moment passes, once he has had the chance to harness the challenges and the resources that he is demonstrably adept at transforming into strength, this opening will vanish. He must be confronted now, while his roots are shallow, while his foundations are still solidifying."

Her expression radiated unwavering certainty.

"I shall empower you to elevate your strength to the necessary level, and together with a select few allies, we will launch an offensive. Confronting a creature of this magnitude demands strategic preparation, unwavering resolve, and adequate time. Resolve!"

A laugh escaped her lips.

Amidst her laughter, Achilles perceived something previously concealed by the apparent ease of her smile throughout their entire exchange: a profound and terrifying wellspring of rage, animosity, and searing hatred directed at THE Osmontian, far exceeding any casual emotion—grief transmuted into pure fury!

Her laughter carried a hint of wildness at its periphery.

And in that moment, Achilles understood that the perceived madness was not a sign of instability.

It was purpose incarnate!