Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 290: The Missing Puzzle Pieces
The Amorphous Space Beast.
An existence that should have perished over 400 million years ago.
Yet here she was, standing before Jamie, offering him her heart.
To begin with, she had been an existence like Jamie, one who possessed multiple energy cores.
Given the absurd size her body had reached during her final battle—so immense that entire star systems had orbited her corpse—it was only logical that her energy cores had expanded proportionally to better circulate and distribute energy across such a vast form.
This explained the colossal size of the energy core within the Alderson disk he had seen in her memories.
The ten cores they had encountered in this chamber, orbiting her heart, were no different.
Though shrunken down to basketball-sized orbs, they contained just as much energy as the star-sized core from her memories.
Through a combination of spatial compression and expansion, she had condensed their immense power into more compact forms—a capability intrinsic to her nature as a "Space Beast."
At the centre of it all was the orb of light: her heart.
She had fused those cores with it, concentrating the entirety of her remaining power into this singular object.
And now, she extended it to Jamie, fully intending for him to destroy it.
But as Jamie’s gaze lingered on the heart in her hands, his mind replayed the memories he had just witnessed.
’To think the Amorphous Space Beast began as nothing more than an amoeba...’
A mere Amoeba.
A unicellular organism with the ability to alter its shape, primarily by extending and retracting its pseudopods. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
That simple creature had been bathed in the liquefied magic power of a fallen god, infused with overwhelming amounts of Creation, Life, and Evolution Universal Law Energies.
The result was its evolution into the slime-like entity he had seen in her earlier memories.
It was subjected to thousands of experiments over decades, gradually developing true consciousness—and with it, a burning desire for freedom and vengeance.
Yet, even after achieving freedom, its fate remained bleak.
It fell into the hands of an even worse captor, an existence that enslaved it once more. This time, the enslavement stretched on for millions of years.
The Amorphous Space Beast retained no clear memory of what that being looked like—no recollection of their gender, no defining features.
All that lingered in its mind was the distorted humanoid mass Jamie had seen in the fragments of her memories.
However, Jamie had a strong suspicion about who this master might have been. Thinking about the ASB’s actions in Pinecone and the timing of its original appearance, he arrived at this conclusion.
"The one who enslaved you after you freed yourself from your first captors..."
Hearing Jamie’s voice, the woman before him raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
She had assumed Jamie would destroy her heart without hesitation, freeing himself from this prison of her memories without a second thought.
Yet here he stood, questioning her instead.
"...I’m afraid I don’t remember much about them," she admitted, her voice quiet at first.
"Even with all my memories restored, the only thing that remains is their final command to me."
Her expression contorted, anger and resentment creeping into her tone as cracks appeared in the calm façade she had maintained.
"That wretched order that bound me for millions of years...!"
Her grip on the heart tightened, veins straining under the pressure of her hands as the rage she had suppressed for hundreds of millions of years finally spilt forth.
The fury of an existence on her level rippled through the space around her. The spatial walls of the chamber they were in fractured like fragile glass, and even the Amphitheatre of Eternity beyond trembled under the immense weight of her simmering resentment.
From her words and the palpable emotion in her voice, Jamie solidified his conjecture.
She had not attacked Pinecone of her own free will. She had been commanded to do so—bound by an order she could not disobey.
An order that held her captive, even after the death of the one who had issued it.
No... even after the being who issued that order...had been erased from existence itself.
"...it was the Destruction Supreme, wasn’t it?"
"..."
She offered no response to Jamie’s question.
Even so, he knew he was right.
The distorted mass in her memories. The absence of a name or face. The complete void where recollections of their identity should have been.
It all pointed to one truth: they had been erased from existence.
And as the one responsible for erasing them, Jamie understood better than anyone what such an act did to the memories of those who had once known them.
Jamie had harboured his suspicions about the ASB for millions of years, even after the devastating attack.
But he never had concrete evidence—until now.
After delving into her memories, the missing pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place.
Now, he had a clearer understanding of the truth.
’There’s a strong possibility that the Space Beasts attacking Pinecone are a naturally occurring species, but she was clearly different.
She was experimented on, likely forced to absorb countless Space Beasts until she evolved into something indistinguishable from them.
The goal must have been to blend her among the Space Beasts attacking Pinecone. And as for the reason behind the attack...’
"Why did you target Cassiel?"
Jamie’s question made her frown, dredging up memories of the time when she was bound by the Destruction Supreme’s final order.
Yet, knowing Jamie was her only chance of freeing herself from this prison of memories, she chose to answer.
"...that place you call the Amphitheatre—I was ordered to retrieve its core."
"Why am I not surprised?"
Jamie shook his head, a wry laugh escaping him.
The Core of the Amphitheatre, one of Cassiel’s greatest creations.
It held within it more power than the core of the Pinecone Galaxy itself.
A core capable of absorbing Cosmic Energy and fuelling the vast array of functions within the Amphitheatre.
This core powered the Six Sectors of the Amphitheatre’s archives, sustaining the Nested Dimensional Rifts and Realms that housed the Battle Data not only of Jamie but of dozens of other Supreme Realm Existences from the Zanerth Universe.
In the wrong hands, the Core of the Amphitheatre could be repurposed into a weapon of devastating power, capable of annihilating entire galaxies.
Its location was a secret known only to Cassiel—its creator, and Jamie—the one who had placed the barrier that kept the core from displacing the stars of the Pinecone Galaxy and its satellite galaxies.
From the ASB’s perspective, devouring Cassiel’s soul to acquire his memories was the most direct path to uncovering the Core’s location—a task she had been ordered to complete.
But Lapis’ husband had been there, intervening before she could accomplish her mission.
The fragmented pieces of the story were finally aligning, painting a clearer picture of what had transpired on that fateful day, millions of years ago.
"So, what about their souls?"
Jamie asked the next critical question—the fates of Cassiel’s and Lapis’ husband’s souls.
He doubted Lapis would have invested so much effort into researching the deceased ASB’s energy cores without a strong reason to believe their souls were contained within.
’No... I’m thinking too logically. Someone in Lapis’ position would be anything but logical...’
To Jamie’s question, the woman before him responded with a sigh.
"I don’t know."
"...you don’t know?"
"Yes. I have no idea what happened to the souls I devoured. Do not forget that I am dead.
My soul has been severed from my body, so I can’t determine its current state.
I can at least tell it wasn’t instantly obliterated, given that Lapis woman had possession of my energy cores. But that’s as far as my knowledge goes."
Her tone was indifferent, almost as though she wanted to get this over with. But in her nonchalance, she accidentally said too much.
"If the souls I devoured remain in my body, then I’d only know if I were reconnected to my bo—!"
