I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 345: Digging a grave for the dead! II

For thirteen hours, he did not move.

Not a breath misplaced. Not a muscle stirred.

Only the wind combed through his hair, and the salt of the sea kissed his skin. Thirteen visions he called forth- each drawn with no small measure of authority. Each a thread of the great weaving of time, studied and woven into memory.

And at the end of the last one, Achilles- no, The Ninth Adrastia Emperor King, rose.

He stretched slowly, the movement like the turning of a page written in the language of ancients. His back straightened. His arms folded behind him, the bones of his shoulders cracking once with satisfying finality. He looked ahead.

And his eyes... burned.

They burned with certainty. With the rare light of a man who had seen the future not once, but over a dozen times. A man who had walked every possible path. Fallen in some. Triumphed in others. And now, stood only on the one that led to victory. Multiple times over!

He inhaled.

"True power..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper carried by the breath of the waves. "...is not having dominion over all things. It is understanding. Knowledge. The right knowledge... grants a blade to the unarmed, a kingdom to the lost, and collapse to even the mightiest of ancients..."

...!

He looked to his hands, and for a moment, he could almost feel time folding through his fingers like water.

"I now have both- strength and knowledge!"

HUUM!

His Existence hummed!

Then he turned, golden robes whispering across the stone.

"Come on," he said to an astonished Monkey King. "Let us go end things with the Primordial Light of Darkness."

Sun blinked in disbelief. The rays of morning had broken across the horizon, casting gold across the Cerulean Dead Sea as Achilles strode forward. The air seemed to part before him. The earth beneath his feet quieted.

The Monkey King hesitated as he did not tell Achilles the exact direction to go to, eyebrows raised. "Why are you going ahead like you already know where everything is...?"

Achilles’ smile was small, but assured. "Because I know."

Sun’s tail flicked erratically, his voice quieter now. "What?"

"I know because I have done this many times now, come on." Achilles said simply, stepping out onto the air as if it were solid stone.

Sun’s head buzzed with questions, but he followed.

They crossed the sea like streaks of gold and starlight, riding the winds high above the waves, past glimmering ocean currents and the cries of birds who had not yet learned of the coming wonders.

Achilles descended slowly after some time.

Graceful. Unshaken. His body dipped below the waters like a fallen star. Sun followed, trepidation thick in his chest.

Below, the sea grew colder. Denser. The pressure of the deep wrapped around them like ancient eyes watching from the dark. But ahead, like the rise of a titan from sleep, loomed a mountain.

Glacial. Its frozen roots spread across the sea floor, veins of sapphire ice pulsing dimly as if the mountain itself were alive. The air, or what little essence existed in this deep, froze around their forms.

Sun’s eyes became unfathomably cautious. His gut twisted.

But Achilles remained still, calm.

And a moment later...

WAP!

A burst of pure white flame tore the waters.

In that instant, a new presence arrived beside them.

Rose.

She stepped through the blaze with ease, a symphony of green stellar flames swirling about her like flower petals in a storm. Her body shimmered with authority, adorned in her form-fitting Primordium Evolutius Suit of violet and gold. Runescriptures pulsed softly across the armor like heartbeats in silver ink.

Beside her, Achilles’ true body emerged as well.

The main body.

They stood now, two glorious figures, resplendent and whole, the air around them pulsing with destiny. Time curled around Achilles like a faithful shadow. Rose’s presence sinply made everything richer.

Rose smiled at Sun, nodding gently. "Hello again."

The Monkey King could only nod back, stunned.

Was this guy really bringing his girl to such an important battle?!

Before he could gather his thoughts, Achilles’ Primordial Avatar shimmered, then turned into a streak of light, shooting beneath the sea, straight toward the base of the glacial mountain.

Sun’s mouth opened uselessly. "Just...what is going on?!"

Achilles’ main body raised his hand slightly, waves of Gamma Radiation swirling to wrap all three of them like cloaks. "Let’s go have a talk with Andras."

The name was unfamiliar.

Sun blinked. "Who the hell is that?"

"The Primordial Light of Darkness," Achilles replied, voice cool as if he were talking about the weather.

They moved.

Out of the waters. Towards the dark horizon.

And there it was.

The island.

Floating between two vast mountains, one shrouded in sorrowful mist, the other crowned in frozen glory. And around the island... waves of writhing darkness curled upward like tendrils of oil, refusing to let sunlight touch the soil.

The Monkey King flinched as he looked around, ready. "You’re flying into this like it’s tea time. Are you insane?"

Achilles said nothing.

Rose’s laughter was warm behind him. "Relax, Monkey King! He said everything will be under control."

Sun looked between the two of them as though they were nuts.

"You’re both insane. Insane! The enemy is someone most Ancient Ones fear, and you...ah, whatever!"

He shook his head as if he wss ready to for whatever would unfold.

The island felt wrong as they landed.

Its sand was black, but not like obsidian or basalt. It pulsed faintly, like it hungered.

Shadows slithered in the corners of vision, always just out of reach. The air itself was thick with despair.

This was a graveyard no one buried bodies in.

They stepped forward.

Achilles’ boots pressed into the dark sand.

He looked around once, surveying the land with familiarity.

After all, he had seen it many times!

Then, he waved his hand.

And a shovel appeared.

Not a tool of war. Not a relic. Just a shovel.

Etched in glowing violet Runescriptures, humming softly.

He stabbed it into the sand.

And began to dig.

Sun’s jaws were wide as he scratched his monkey like face with sheer incredulity!

"What. Are. You. Doing?!"

Achilles didn’t pause. "Preparing a grave."

"For who?! We haven’t even fought yet!"

Achilles calmly scooped another mound of sand.

"For our enemy," he said. "He’s already dead. He just doesn’t know it yet."

HUUM!

Sun stared, tail rigid. "You’re digging a grave... for the Primordial Light of Darkness?!"

Achilles did not look up.

"I’ve seen the possibilities," he said.

Another shovelful of black sand rose.

"I’ve walked through multiple futures."

The hole deepened.

"This battle is not a test of strength."

Another strike.

"It’s inevitability."

The sound of digging echoed across the silent, cursed island!