I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 335: O Destiny! I

Life was maddeningly simple and heartbreakingly complex all at once.

The world spun not necessarily with ease, but instead with orchestration.

In the background, the silent symphony of actions, bindings, betrayals, and awakenings played out through thousands of threads woven across continents, hearts, and bloodlines.

Ancient Ones moved not simply out of impulse but purpose. Calculations nested inside of calculations. And yet, when all was said and done, the outcome was laid bare, a stark and sobering simplicity.

All outcomes became...unbearably simple!

The Primordial Light of Darkness had made its move.

And Achilles had seen it for what it truly was!

The Lunaris Throne, long regarded as one of the colossus among human colonies, had been no more than a puppet with its strings expertly tangled. A pawn moved with finesse upon a vast board, its actions meant to cast Achilles as the blight, the disease, the invader.

And yet that script, painstakingly written by shadows and whispers, had unraveled.

The world now whispered and knew a new truth.

The Primordial Light of Darkness was the true Outsider.

And so, the moment this change occured, the cleansing began.

Solmyron of the Golden Pyre, burned in betrayal as he and his legions were erased under the very power they had once sworn to.

In the lands of the Mythical Dragons, fourteen Neuronova Stage Ancient Ones, each a powerhouse in their own right, vanished with their legions in silence, as if their lives had been made of smoke. The Primordial Light of Darkness attacked their deepest lands as a shocking battle erupted, one that was stopped when a terrifying Ancestor Mythical Dragon was forced to wake and reveal its Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendence power to push back the Primordial Light of Darkness!

Even in the high canopies of the High Elves and even in the jeweled halls of the Royal Panthera Lions, the destruction had crept in.

Entities once linked, even faintly, to the Primordial Light of Darkness faced a singular judgment: erasure.

Across these lands, Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendents- beings who had only just broken past the Astral Core Ascension Realm, rose in desperation to halt the decay. The only reason attacks were not catastrophic against them was because of this.

But still, many Ancient Ones fell!

The Nine Supreme Forces...were that much weaker at the end of it all.

Not many knew of all the information of what had occured already.

But one being did.

One Emperor King had actually watched it unfold!

Far above, atop the radiant continent of Adrastia, the sea of Thalassara glimmered like the skies had wept their stars into its waves. The landmass had grown, now towering across 2,000 miles, supported by scaffolding wrought from purple gold.

A Lattice of living Runescripture that poured ethereal waterfalls from its edges, casting cascading brilliance onto the wildlands far below.

It was fantastical and ethereal to see!

It drifted like a sovereign isle, unshackled from the Plane, as if destiny itself had carved out space for a throne to rise.

Scattered Colony Dynasties had been sending envoys through the Magitech Throne Aliya and other past Thrones, and more Colonies Cities continues to join the Adrastia Continent every day!

In the heart of Adrastia Continent.

The Sea of Thalassara. Here, the Living Forge pulsed with life.

Achilles stood at its edge.

Sweat traced a line down his brow, while his muscles moved with elegance born of mastery, hammering a stellar blade that hummed with unfinished purpose. Each strike sang, each spark danced upward like fireflies climbing to meet the stars. Near him, Rose sat cross-legged on a starlit workbench, her chin resting on one hand, her gaze quiet.

She was simply watching her man work, while he...his mind was buzzing with many possibilities!

He had seen all the recent movements that fhe Primordial Light of Darkness had made.

Because he had planted the seeds.

During the battle near the Triarcan Keep, he had allowed his Draconian Pathogenicity Spores to flow, whispering through the currents of war unnoticed. When his Bloodline Refinement reached Imperial Embers Initiation, they became near invisible, silent ghosts hitching rides upon the bodies of Dharma Kings and Astral Core Ascension Ancient Ones alike.

And he had waited.

He let them drift.

They passed from warrior to warrior, contact to contact, like a secret traded in whispers. Never activated. Never alerting.

He allowed his Spores to be taken back to the lands of the Ancient Ones as this time, after the lesson of the past- he focused on their invisibility and making sure they were not noticed!

But through the Spores and those they lay within, he saw.

The deaths of Phoenixes who had once believed they were fireproof. Atlantians who drowned in silence. He felt the last breath of Solmyron as his soul curled inward in confusion. Achilles witnessed the aftermath in the lands of the High Elves, where petals of light wilted as ancient beings fell!

He had watched.

And with that knowledge came a great deal of things. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

He knew the Primordial Light of Darkness was no longer playing the game. It was flipping the board after realizing what a terrifying enemy he was.

Achilles paused in his crafting, the star-forged hammer resting in his grip.

His golden eyes looked over to Rose.

If the biggest enemy so far, who turned out to be an enemy Outsider from the stars themselves was doing things in this manner...he had to do something else drastic too.

What wss unique was that the Primordial Light of Darkness was an outsider, and yet he showed no indication of knowing anything about the Adrastia name.

It meant that even though he was powerful, he was merely a small peon in the grand scheme of power across the Star Seas, or the enemies of the Adrastia name...were too far away from these regions of the stars his father arrived in to seek refuge.

He watched Rose for a while as he thought about all of this.

Then, his hammer rose again.

The forge roared with purpose.

And as the Adrastia Continent floated ever higher, its emperor worked quietly in fire and starlight, knowing full well the darkness still writhed across the world below.

And he would decisively move to flip the board that the Primordial Light of Darkness was resetting and clearing out!

And to do so...

"O Destiny...."

HUUM!

He called out to one of his most austere Assimilations!