I Can Assimilate Everything Chapter 719: A Relic!

Achilles harbored a strong suspicion that the woman before him intended to betray him.

When the initial excitement subsided, the picture she presented became starkly clear. She possessed power far exceeding his own, by margins he couldn't yet fathom. Critically, she had failed to eliminate THE Osmontian, even with foresight, alongside countless others who purportedly shared that singular goal. Whatever collective strength her assembled forces represented, it proved utterly inadequate against a being capable of stripping Infinity from Gilded Ones and consuming Sororis Prima with ease.

Despite the grandeur of his Civilization of Assimilation, a significant disparity in power between him and the opposing side would render it nothing more than an elaborate death trap rather than a functional strategy.

The chasm between him and that monstrous entity seemed immeasurable.

Therefore, he desired no part in it.

However, for the time being, he would comply. Compliance came at no cost, whereas refusal might yield devastating consequences in a realm where Vireth had effortlessly frozen beings of Silurian Paleozoic Scale without any apparent struggle. His aim was to ascertain the full scope of the offer before devising any escape plans.

"What precisely can you offer to elevate my power to the necessary level, ensuring my survival against a creature that even you cannot defeat?"

His voice, layered with genuine curiosity beneath its practical tone, sought an answer crucial for his strategic planning, irrespective of his ultimate decision.

Vireth gestured dismissively.

An object of breathtaking obsidian and gold materialized between them. It possessed an aura suggesting an existence far predating the space it currently occupied, its presence subtly asserting an ancientness and gravitas that defied conventional measures of time or authority, pressing against the boundaries of their isolated domain.

The instant Achilles's perception registered its presence, his entire being resonated with profound excitement.

He was astonished in a manner his transformed foundations had never prepared him for. In his vast existence, through all his Assimilations, transformations, and encounters with entities from Absolutes to Gilded Ones, nothing had ever elicited such a potent, involuntary reaction from his core being.

It surpassed absolutely everything he had previously encountered!

The internal tremor originated from a depth beyond conscious thought, from fundamental aspects of his being that recognized something profound and responded before his awareness had fully processed the visual input.

Vireth observed his reaction with the clear satisfaction of someone whose calculated risk had yielded the precise outcome desired.

"Numerous other treasures await in the future, but this particular item is so exceptionally rare that I undertake a significant risk by bringing it here."

Her crimson-gold eyes conveyed a solemnity that spoke of acknowledging a considerable cost, rather than feigned humility.

"Its existence holds the potential to birth a Relictus. And should you be unaware, a Relictus is a fearsome entity that invariably manifests when any Gilded One nears the verge of grasping THE Primordial Source. They serve as sentinels of that threshold, the very mechanism by which existence prevents premature access to that which it has decreed should remain unobtainable."

She indicated the obsidian-gold artifact suspended between them.

"This object bears a direct connection to THE Primordial Source. However, it functions solely as a relic, granting you the ability to wield the power of a language intrinsically linked to that Source—THE Primordial Tongue—a total of three times."

Her crimson hair stirred as she leaned infinitesimally forward.

"This is a Bronze Relic Fragment of Persevere, empowering you to utter this specific invocation from THE Primordial Tongue on three separate occasions. Possessing it is akin to having four additional lives supplementing your own. Your objective is to consume and Assimilate THE Osmontian. Given his capacity to kill you repeatedly during this endeavor, you will need to draw upon this power of Perseverance, utilizing it across multiple attempts."

She maintained his gaze, her eyes reflecting the directness of someone who recognized transparency as the more advantageous strategy over subterfuge, even while acknowledging that certain details likely remained undisclosed.

"You are but one of the instruments prepared for him. I am another. With your actions, the efforts of others, and my own, while I cannot guarantee the absolute integrity of your existence, our calculated projections indicate a remarkably high probability that we will succeed in eliminating THE Osmontian."

She delivered the subsequent statement with unsoftened directness.

"I am being upfront about the peril involved because every single thing in existence holds its own risks. You can never achieve anything significant without facing adversity and risks. This particular challenge is simply on a scale that matches your current capabilities, the reason you are chosen instead of another is because of this fact."

Without hesitation, she tossed the item towards him.

Achilles extended his hands, catching it with practiced ease. The obsidian-gold artifact felt warm as it rested in his palms, igniting a desire within his very being to bridge the chasm between his Civilization and the secrets locked within this relic.

Every fiber of his being urged him to Assimilate this object instantly. The hunger of his Civilization reacted to the nearness of something tied to THE Primordial Source with an unrestrained fervor that utterly disregarded logical thought.

He managed to rein himself in.

"Understood."

"Adversity is the driving force of existence. Let's discover the true extent of the adversity contained within all of this."

Despite projecting such a confident front before her, his inner thoughts were engaged in a vastly different calculation, arriving at starkly contrasting outcomes. He was charting every conceivable path to escape this realm, this commitment, and this supposed suicide mission that Vireth was painstakingly constructing from remnants scattered across epochs.

He resolved to listen.

He committed to learning.

He would accept the Bronze Relic Fragment of Persevere and any other offerings she was willing to bestow.

And then, he would uncover the most ingenious method to vanish without a trace, evading everyone involved in pursuing a entity that had once consumed Sororis Prima as sustenance!