I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 629: Primordial! II

The Distorted Primordial Realm, Apatheia!

Achilles looked around as he arrived in such a place that was truly filled with an overabundance of Chaos. The obsidian landscape stretched in all directions with weight that pressed against his perception, disorder so concentrated that simply observing it felt like staring into infinity itself.

The information that he had received the moment he arrived here held a great deal of possibilities to think of.

When everything was differentiating, when Observable Existence was first taking shape, Primordial Chaos had become clustered and blocked into this realm. It was not released to permeate everywhere across Observable Existence as it should have been, instead becoming trapped within Apatheia’s perfect stillness.

This seemed like a negative thing at first consideration.

But at this moment, was it something that could explain the reason why The Groundskeeper and THE Resplendent Paradox referred to Observable Existence as if it were stunted?

The reason that Observable Existence was stunted was because Primordial Chaos had not permeated all around it?

So... what if it did?

HUUM!

The moment that he had such a thought, Achilles felt his heart beat faster and grander as implications cascaded through his consciousness. He refocused and looked at Rose, who got up at this moment and began looking around as well with eyes that held the same calculating intensity he felt.

They looked to be surrounded by seas and rivers of pure obsidian authorities that flowed in patterns defying conventional physics. In distant directions, there were rising mountains forming and reforming as if they could not decide on a certain shape or form, their peaks shifting through configurations that contradicted each other constantly.

And there were distant storms of Chaos that looked like they were far away and also extremely close simultaneously, distance becoming meaningless in a realm where order had no dominion. Of course, all around them, hounding them on all sides, were rivers and concentrations of Primordial Chaos that sought entry into their Existences with hunger that felt almost conscious.

This, Achilles had no problem with.

He continued to Assimilate it steadily, his Way drawing in the Primordial Chaos with efficiency that came from having processed so much corruption and disorder already. But as he did, he felt his Depth gradually changing!

Chaos was truly too immersive.

It was overpowering absolutely everything within his Existence, not destroying but transforming, not corrupting but evolving. His foundations shifted beneath the weight of disorder so pure that it predated the very concept of foundations.

Prompts bloomed before his awareness with information that made his eyes widen.

|Existential Mutation Detected|

|Your Existence is undergoing mutations prompted by extremely pure Primordial Chaos.|

|This concentration has not been exposed to other life forms within your Observable Existence since the moments of differentiation itself.|

|The Derivative Civilizations under you are being influenced by Primordial Chaos.|

|Your Civilization of Assimilation is being influenced by Primordial Chaos.|

|A second Existence has been sensed in your proximity undergoing the same changes, guided by the resonance of your Civilization.|

|If both of your Existences can handle the immense concentrations of Primordial Chaos flowing into you, being the only two in Observable Existence exposed to this pure Primordial Chaos may potentially transform you into life forms capable of laying a claim to this aspect of the Oldest Paradox of Existence.|

...!

Achilles had a surreal expression as he read all of these prompts.

He had entered The Cavern of Existence under the guidance of The Groundskeeper to seek potentially laying a claim to Existence itself. That had been his declared dream, his bold answer to the question of what he wanted most.

If there was anything to do with Chaos, would it not be The Groundskeeper who could have potentially laid a claim to it?

For Paradox, it was THE Resplendent Paradox and whatever her fate was, her very name suggesting she had claimed or was attempting to claim that aspect of the Oldest Paradox.

And he knew nothing of The First Tongue except the few letters he was continuing to perceive as he Assimilated Principles, understanding that grew but remained far from complete mastery.

But Chaos?

This had never been part of his plan.

"Little Fatty..."

Rose spoke calmly to grab his attention, her voice carrying weight that demanded he look at her immediately.

She was looking at him and herself with expression that combined wonder and concern in equal measure.

When Achilles looked down at his own form, he saw his skin peeling away in strips that dissolved into nothing. Beneath the shedding exterior, stellar obsidian radiance of pure Chaos gleamed with light that seemed to absorb and emit simultaneously. His flesh was transforming, becoming something that resonated with the Primordial Chaos surrounding them rather than rejecting it.

Rose showed the same thing.

Her copper-green eyes had shifted to radiant obsidian that reflected the storms raging in the distance. Her skin peeled in patterns that mirrored his own, revealing the same stellar darkness beneath of transformation rather than destruction.

More and more Primordial Chaos continued to flow into them as if drawn by magnetism that their changing forms created. The rivers of obsidian authority curved toward their position, feeding their metamorphosis with disorder so pure it felt like being bathed in infinity of chaos!

New prompts bloomed before his awareness.

|Transformation Initiating|

|You are beginning your transformation into a life form born and supported by Primordial Chaos.|

|You are transforming into the Primordial Lineage of a Jötunn Life Form.|

|Your Way of Assimilation resonates with immensity, accepting Primordial Chaos as simply another thing to be consumed and integrated.|

| If you and the second entity absorbing pure concentrations of Primordial Chaos can successfully declare the Civilization of Primordial Chaos under your weavings, you can successfully lay a claim on one of the aspects of the Oldest Paradox of Existence.|

|Proceed with awareness that claiming Chaos may fundamentally alter your relationship with Observable Existence itself.|

...!

Achilles stared at these prompts as his transformation continued, obsidian radiance spreading across his form as his original appearance faded beneath the weight of what he was becoming.

He had been seeking Existence!

And yet...he might leave having claimed Chaos instead!