I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 627: The Theory on Chaos III
Corrupted Growths.
Achilles knew much about them, and also very little.
Observable Existence was unfathomably grand, but it had no singular caretaker. The inhabitants were the caretakers, THE entities and lesser beings alike contributing to the maintenance of reality through actions both conscious and unconscious. The Corrupted Growths could be considered akin to weeds infecting a garden and trying to destabilize it, corruption that emerged naturally from the tension between order and chaos that permeated all of Existence.
Over eons, THE Entities routinely cleared Corrupted Growths as part of their cultivation...if they had acess to the Seas of Tian. It wasn’t hard or taxing as it simply required a bit of exertion of Civilizational Authority, pressure applied to corruption until it dissolved into purity that rejoined the fabric of Existence.
At this time, Achilles looked around and stared at the hundreds of Corrupted Growths that Rose had called over. Well, really attracted over through her unique application of Alchemical principles.
It was a marvelous thing.
She wasn’t generating new Corrupted Growths as much as she was acting as a beacon to call out more and more of them from Observable Existence. And he knew very little about the overall scope of Observable Existence, but it had to be unfathomably vast. The little amount they had gathered here was negligible compared to what should be out there, weeds scattered across a garden that stretched beyond comprehension.
Even thousands or hundreds of thousands or millions of Corrupted Growths might still be considered negligible in the overarching view of Observable Existence.
So Achilles looked at them with calculating gaze as he wanted to Assimilate those here and see what the result would be. Both in their basal state of geometric wrongness, and when they turned into the pure Civilizational Authority that shone in rivers of gold after purification.
But...
He turned to the nearby excited figure of Rose who continued to utilize her unique authority to attract more and more Corrupted Growths.
"Why don’t you have first dibs since you did attract them here?"
His voice carried warmth.
"I will Assimilate after."
He did not want to be the first one to eat. In this glorious occasion that she had created, he offered her the honor of initial consumption.
And she looked at him with bright eyes as she wanted to tell him no, to insist that he take the benefits of her discovery first. But his gaze was one that was made up, purple-gold eyes holding gentle insistence!
Rose pouted cutely before she nodded and proceeded to grab a Corrupted Growth from the swirling mass around them.
She held it before her face, geometric wrongness writhing in her grip as it tried to escape containment that her THE Surface Depth easily maintained. She looked at it with serious expression, studying the corruption she was about to integrate into her being.
She breathed out calmly.
"Assimilate."
The Corrupted Growth she held in her hands disappeared.Achilles observed her with sharp gaze!
Rose blinked as she processed what she had just taken in.
"I feel a sense of... corruption."
Her voice held confusion alongside analysis.
"But uniquely, my Existence feels like the Assimilation of the Corrupted Growth is not as important as...the significance of my action. Because from the action of taking in and Assimilating the Corrupted Growth into my Existence, I can feel a sense of..."
She paused, searching for words that seemed to elude her.
"Erraticness? Disorder? As if I did something I shouldn’t be doing."
Her face showed frustration in the end as if she couldn’t fully articulate how she felt right now. The sensation was there, clear in her perception, but the language to describe it remained just out of reach.
Achilles frowned at such a moment as he reached out and grabbed a Corrupted Growth near him, rapidly Assimilating it to experience for himself what she was struggling to describe.
HUUM!
Prompts bloomed before his awareness with information that clarified what Rose had been feeling.
|Corruption Assimilated|
|You have Assimilated a disordered state of corruption into your Existence.|
|Your tremendous resistance to Existential Corruption has largely overcome the negative effects.|
|The corruption is being set aside as what is left behind from what has been Assimilated is...|
|Trace amounts of...|
"Chaos...?"
Rose blinked as she said such words at this moment, finishing what the prompts were going to say. She had finally found the identity of what she felt when she Assimilated the Corrupted Growth.
It wasn’t just corruption. It was something more fundamental, more ancient, more significant than simple wrongness that needed to be purified.
Her hands moved naturally as if she wanted to experience this more, to understand this discovery through repeated exposure rather than cautious analysis. All around her, dozens of Corrupted Growths began to disappear into her Existence with speed!
Achilles continued to frown as inside of him, he sensed the pure separated Chaos from the Corrupted Growth. It felt wild, of course, and disordered and erratic as if it wanted to erupt from his Existence and spread its nature to everything it touched. But his resistance to corruption stopped it cold, containing the Chaos as his Way began to forcefully integrate this thing into his foundation.
But...
His gaze became somber as he looked toward Rose who continued to Assimilate rapidly. He wanted to tell her to hold on, to slow down, to let her Existence process what she was taking in before consuming more.
But in the next moment, before he could speak...
"Ah, shit."
She said such words while turning over to him with expression that had shifted from excitement to alarm.
And when she did, Achilles saw that her eyes had turned pure obsidian.
Not copper-green with hints of darkness. Pure obsidian, as if the Chaos she had consumed had risen up and claimed her perception entirely. Her voice emerged filled with heaviness that didn’t belong to her, words that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her conscious mind.
"It is not normal Chaos."
Her obsidian eyes met his purple-gold gaze with weight that pressed against reality around them!
"It is... Primordial."
...!
HUUM!
The moment she said these words, her body began to vibrate with intensity that exceeded anything she should be capable of producing. All Corrupted Growths in the vicinity surged toward her as if drawn by magnetism that had suddenly intensified beyond her conscious control.
Even more were being attracted over!
Thousands began to flood the region like a surging small sea of geometric wrongness, corruption converging on Rose!
From Rose, a pillar of heavy obsidian light shot out toward the sky with force that tore through the barriers Achilles had constructed around this domain.
Achilles didn’t delay.
He grabbed hold of her hand with grip that refused to let go regardless of what happened next. The obsidian light smashed into him with force that almost disintegrated his physical form, Primordial Chaos seeking to unmake everything it touched with hunger that predated differentiation itself.
His immensity held on.
His Intermediate Depth, compressed beyond what the category should permit, provided foundation that the Chaos couldn’t immediately overwhelm. His Existential Corruption Resistance flared with intensity that exceeded any previous test as it fought to contain what was trying to consume him.
And he began to Assimilate the surging light around Rose, drawing the Primordial Chaos into his own Existence rather than letting it claim hers entirely!
