I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 545
Chapter 545: Sacrifice! I
In the Life Pool.
Achilles felt like he was given a glimpse of information thst his very existence wanted, but just as more and more of it came…it seemed distant and further away!
The concentrated Living Existential Authority pressed against him from all directions, seeking entry if he wanted the full inheritance.
Suddenly, a massive inflow of information surged into his consciousness, and it was not merely knowledge or accumulated wisdom being transmitted. This felt like a penetrative force of life itself…a sentient will seeking to impose itself upon his very being with intention.
It did not ask for permission or negotiate or present options for consideration, instead seeking to brand him, to stamp his soul with an influence that would demand subservience to a higher power and establish a hierarchical relationship where he existed as subordinate rather than equal.
His eyes flashed with an immensity that made the surrounding liquid authority seem to recoil from his presence. He did not bow and he did not accept the brand, and toward that authority trying to penetrate his core…trying to establish dominion over his existence without consent, Achilles roared silently within his own mind.
“ASSIMILATE!”
The command was absolute, and the force trying to brand his soul was violently seized by mechanisms he’d refined through countless integrations before being crushed through application of capability that permitted no resistance and devoured by his voracious cells that transformed attempted domination into fuel for advancement!
Prompts bloomed in his vision, blazing with the triumph of a predator eating the trap.
|You have Assimilated The Reverential Mark of Life of THE Slumbering Genesis.|
|An influence attempting to brand your existence has been devoured and Assimilated instead.|
|You have gained immunity to the coercive effects of this Mark. Future attempts to impose this authority will fail automatically.|
|The Inheritance of the Doctrines of Life is being passed down.|
…!
After such prompts, a profound heaviness washed over Achilles’s consciousness, and it felt as if the weight of a star was pressing on his eyelids…a force urging him toward deep slumber that transcended physical exhaustion.
His existence stood firm against this pressure, and he sensed that he could choose to deny this sleep, to reject the inheritance entirely if he wished since his consciousness possessed sufficient strength to maintain awareness regardless of what this mechanism demanded.
But he had already devoured the trap and stripped the influence of its teeth, consuming the coercive elements that would have bound him without consent. This was the path to the Doctrines of Life, and he would not turn back now…not when he’d already committed to claiming this knowledge on his own terms rather than accepting it as a subordinate.
So with calculated confidence of strategic decision rather than helpless submission, he allowed part of his existence to slumber while keeping only the portion necessary to interface with whatever inheritance mechanism awaited. The rest remained vigilant and ready to respond if this proved to be an additional trap.
Brilliant green darkness descended and swallowed his perception momentarily as his consciousness transitioned between states through a process that felt both natural and artificially induced.
When he opened his eyes again… he was no longer in the pool.
He found himself standing in a grand domain that felt older than the concept of time itself, and the space radiated antiquity that transcended mere age…this was a place that existed before conventional chronology, that operated according to principles predating most observable reality.
It was a temple of impossible proportions where pillars stretched upward into a nebulous green sky that seemed simultaneously vast and intimate, their surfaces covered with inscriptions that shifted when observed directly, while the floor was paved with tiles that pulsed like living heartbeats…each one radiating concentrated authority that would qualify as treasure in conventional contexts.
The air was thick with an ancient, epic atmosphere, carrying the weight of accumulated significance as countless beings had walked these halls before him, each one leaving traces that contributed to the overwhelming presence permeating every particle of space.
Heavy with the scent of primordial earth and unbridled growth, the environment suggested this place represented Life in its most fundamental form…not gentle cultivation but raw explosive vitality that consumed everything in pursuit of expansion.
And at the center of the temple sat a massive statue.
It was titanic in scale and seated in a meditative position that radiated absolute serenity despite its overwhelming power, while the entity was adorned in robes that looked woven from the fabric of history itself, their surfaces dripping with verdant jewels the size of boulders that pulsed with concentrated authority.
Its form was humanoid in general structure yet possessed features that transcended conventional biology, and its face was that of a majestic beast…elephantine in nature with a long trunk resting peacefully on its chest and massive tusks curving upward on either side like monuments to ancient majesty.
THE Slumbering Genesis.
He just fucking innately knew from looking at it!
Achilles felt a tremendous sense of immensity rolling off the statue, and standing before it, even with his newfound power…even with capabilities that had shattered evaluation records and forced direct intervention from the Sanctuary’s Overseer…he felt minuscule. Like a mote of dust before a mountain or a candle confronting a sun.
At that moment, the surrounding space vibrated with a resonance that suggested activation of a prepared mechanism, and reality itself seemed to respond to his presence, acknowledging that conditions for inheritance transfer had been met.
A grand booming voice echoed out from everywhere and nowhere simultaneously, carrying the weight of absolute law…a declaration that admitted no negotiation or alternative interpretation.
“To receive the Doctrines of Life, give half your Natal Foundation of Life to THE Slumbering Genesis.”
The command was delivered with a certainty that suggested this was standard protocol, an established procedure that every inheritor followed without question.
“Give life, and you will be blessed with even grander life under the Way of Life.”
…!
Achilles’s expression became sour instantly, and his features twisted with a disgust that transcended mere disappointment.
What this was….was a betrayal of expectations, a violation of principles he’d assumed governed legitimate Civilizations. Give half his foundation and cripple his own potential right at the start of receiving these supposedly beneficial teachings?
His mind raced with cold calculation as the implications of just what all of this meant bloomed.
THE Slumbering Genesis.
Was this being not supposed to have fallen in the war with THE Corpse Hierophant, since Mycelle had described the Age of Collapse and the mutual annihilation that had destroyed all leaders bearing the distinction of THE?