I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 664: What The Hell? I
The Differentiation Barrier manifested around Achilles with light that separated him from everything else in existence.
The Absolute serving THE Prisoner reached him first, claws descending with force that should have torn through his transforming existence without resistance. The massive bipedal Mutated Corrupted Terror followed an instant later, its twisted limbs striking toward his kneeling form with hunger!
BOOM!
Both attacks stopped.
Not stopped in the sense of being blocked or deflected or absorbed. They simply ceased to exist in relation to him, the separation so fundamental that the concept of harm could not bridge the gap between their authority and his being.
The Absolute serving THE Prisoner stared at his claws with an expression that shifted from rage to confusion. He struck again. And again. Each attack met the same result, violence becoming meaningless against a barrier that enforced absolute differentiation.
OOOH!
The Mutated Corrupted Terror roared and threw itself against the invisible boundary with its entire massive form. The impact should have shattered crystalline structures for miles around. Instead, it simply slid away from Achilles as if he existed in a space that its existence could not touch. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Even Achilles was shocked at this.
He looked at the two Absolutes. They looked at him. Their expressions held bewilderment that matched his own internal surprise.
"..."
All three looked at each other and blinked!
Two beings of tremendous authority, capable of destroying Fundamental Depth entities with casual effort, now stood before him like children pressing their faces against glass they could not break!
They attacked again with renewed fury, and again their violence meant nothing.
Achilles rose from his kneeling position with movement that felt different than before.
His form responded to commands with precision that exceeded anything he had possessed prior to this transformation. The white-gold heart pumping within his chest sent waves of authority through his existence that was rapidly becoming something new.
He activated Architect's Perception.
The world shifted.
Faint, barely visible flickers appeared around the two Absolutes before him, manifestations of their Civilizations rendered perceivable through senses that now operated on Primordial levels. The Absolute serving THE Prisoner burned with authority that held structure and pattern, his Civilization relating to some form of controlled destruction.
|Civilization of Controlled Annihilation detected. Weakness identified at the junction between control and release, where authority transitions from contained to expressed. Foundation shows signs of forced advancement rather than natural cultivation.|
The Mutated Corrupted Terror blazed with corrupted wrongness that had no name, its Civilization twisted beyond recognition by the processes that had birthed it within The Existential Lattice.
|Corrupted Civilization of Primal Hunger detected. Weakness identified throughout existence due to mutations destabilizing foundational coherence. Multiple fracture points present where forced coalescence created structural vulnerabilities.|
Achilles processed this information with analytical coldness that felt appropriate to his current state.
He could see exactly where to strike. He could perceive weaknesses that these Absolutes themselves probably did not know they possessed. This was what Primordial Architects were capable of, this understanding of the underlying structure that composed all differentiated existence.
Time to test the offensive capability!
He poured the weight of his Inner Dominion into his new heart.
And...his entire existence literally roared!
The Blind Depths and Apatheia and the Realm of Assimilation and Chaos and everything he had consumed from Absolutes and Fundamental Depths flooded toward that white-gold core with force that made his entire existence tremble. Authority gathered and concentrated and transformed through processes he was only beginning to understand.
He activated Undifferentiation Strike.
The two Absolutes sensed what was building within him.
Their expressions shifted from frustrated confusion to something else entirely. The Absolute serving THE Prisoner scrambled backward with motion that held none of the dignity his station should demand. The Mutated Corrupted Terror retreated with speed that its massive form should not possess, corrupted instincts screaming warnings that its mutated mind could barely process.
They fled from him.
Absolutes fled from him!
Oh!
Crescent waves of crimson light erupted from Achilles's position, undifferentiation given form and direction and purpose. They curved through the space of The Existential Lattice with trajectories that seemed almost guided, each one seeking the weak points his Architect's Perception had identified.
The first wave struck the Absolute serving THE Prisoner at the junction between control and release.
The effect was horrific.
His authority began unraveling at the point of impact, differentiated existence returning to the state before complexity emerged. Flesh and foundation alike lost coherence, becoming something that was neither destroyed nor preserved but simply unmade. The Absolute screamed with sound that held terror rather than pain, his burning eyes widening as portions of his existence ceased to be differentiated.
The second wave struck the Mutated Corrupted Terror across multiple fracture points simultaneously.
Its massive form convulsed as undifferentiation spread through the vulnerabilities created by its corrupted mutations. Limbs that had been twisted by forced coalescence now lost the complexity that allowed them to exist as limbs at all. Its roar cut off mid-expression as parts of its existence forgot how to produce sound.
Both Absolutes collapsed with injuries that transcended conventional damage!
Their Depths had been gravely wounded not through destruction but through the removal of the differentiation that allowed their Depths to exist in the first place. They writhed on the crystalline floor of The Existential Lattice, trying to hold together existences that were actively forgetting how to be complex.
A heavy and terrifying silence settled into this space.
"..."
Achilles looked at the two wounded Absolutes. Then he looked at himself, at hands now threaded with white-gold brilliance, at a heart that pumped authority capable of undoing the fundamental nature of differentiated existence.
What the hell?
He had expected improvement. He had expected advancement! He had even dared to hope for capabilities that might close the gap between himself and THE Prisoner.
But this?
This was something else entirely as two Absolutes were now unraveling as they both looked at him, with their faces looking at him almost...pleading with him as if they wanted him to save them!
"..."
He had absolutely no words!
