I Can Assimilate Everything
Chapter 327 - 327: Outsider! I

Moments ago.

In a domain where shadows pulsed like veins in the flesh of the void and darkness moved with breathless rhythm.

It was a place where light had no hold, only fragments of eerie illumination dancing off obsidian edges.

There, draped across the arm of a vast, towering throne of polished black stone, lay the fair-skinned figure of Selamira. Her body bare, skin flushed, still shimmering faintly with a sheen of fading heat. She rested her cheek upon the lap of a man, her breath slowing as the embers of ecstasy cooled.

She looked up, her hair falling like ribbons of light across the carved runes of the throne, and whispered in a voice soft with reverence and curiosity.

"Master, what is that foreign energy you plan to use… to brand him an outsider?"

…!

The being seated atop the throne did not answer at once.

His form was vaguely humanoid, but only in suggestion.

He was clad in a mantle of living darkness, an ever-shifting shell of starlit black that veiled his true form. Majestic. Menacing. Eyes like two smoldering horizons peeked from beneath his shadowed cowl, casting light without warmth.

He raised a hand, long and elegant yet etched in a thousands of abyssal runes, and gently stroked her hair.

"When the crimson eyes looked down from beyond the stars," he began, voice as deep as the space between planes, "many trembled. The world… trembled."

A pause. His fingers twined through her hair.

"But I did not."

Selamira remained still, listening, her fingers curled over the obsidian edge of his throne.

"I did not sit still like the rest. I sought answers."

His voice deepened, words vibrating the dark stone.

"Power does not come to those who wait. It must be taken. So I stretched my reach beyond this Plane."

He leaned back, eyes glowing brighter beneath his veil.

"One hundred thousand miles beyond the skies of this world, I found a barrier. A storm."

Selamira's breath caught.

"A Spatial Storm. Wild. Unnavigable. A wound in the flow of the Aether."

He paused.

"It tore at me. Time twisted. My own essence bled into the layers of the void. And there… I saw it."

A flicker of violet passed through the air around them.

"Primordial Energy is but one of many forms of power. Energy, my dear Selamira… is malleable."

He looked down at her. "It can take any shape. Wear any skin. If one is brave or foolish enough to grasp it."

He closed his eyes slowly, recalling.

"I was bathed in something foreign. A type of electromagnetic radiation, sharp as obsidian and more primal than flame. It nearly unmade me."

A pulse of unseen energy reverberated across the chamber.

"But at the precipice… I bent it."

Selamira looked up, eyes wide.

He smiled faintly.

"That was the seed. A chaotic, unstable, obsidian seed. It took days of agony to hold. Days of silence to tame."

The Primordial Light of Darkness lifted his hand again and with it came a sliver of that same foreign power- jagged, humming, weightless yet impossibly dense- hovering in the air between them.

"And now… if Achilles Maxwell is what I suspect…"

His eyes sharpened.

"If he can devour and mimic energy…"

He let the thought hang.

"…then this will force him to do so. And at first, he will not control it. It will rage. Wildly. And that…"

He turned her head gently so her cheek rested against his thigh again.

"…is when you will appear."

He ran a hand down her back.

"And label him an Outsider."

HUUM!

Selamira shivered beneath his touch.

"Because tell me, little flame," he whispered near her ear, "what better way is there to defeat a rising enemy than to paint them the enemy of the whole world?"

…!

The chamber pulsed once with silence, then soundless pressure.

And the Primordial Light of Darkness continued, voice now low as if he were telling a secret.

"There are three ways to defeat one deemed impossible to overcome."

His words rolled out like the slow ringing of a death knell.

"The first: Destroy all they love until they destroy themselves."

"The second: Hide in their shadow and let fear rot them from within."

His hand slid up to her neck.

"And the third…"

"…is to turn the world against them. Isolate them. Brand them something else. Make them the enemy of existence."

Selamira trembled, her breath catching as the meaning sank in.

She clung tighter to him, lips brushing his shadow-wreathed form.

He stroked her once more, like a master admiring his most loyal weapon.

"Go," he said. "Paint him an Outsider. Paint him an Alien Lifeform. Make them all believe he does not belong."

…!

—

And so, the declaration rang out!

The words bellowed from the lips of Selamira- or rather, a perfect clone of her, stationed within the capital long before.

Her figure rose from the edge of the war-torn skyline, voice echoing with unnatural clarity. It reached through the skies like the tolling of a bell.

"He wields foreign energy! Energy not of this Plane! Energy from Outside! From Beyond!"

HUUM!

The air itself trembled. The declaration struck deep.

In that moment, the converging Ancient Ones- High Elves who had come for vengeance against the Lunaris Throne, and the proud Royal Panthera Lions among others froze in place.

Their eyes turned toward the distant Achilles.

Then, to the storm of stellar obsidian brilliance that raged around him.

At the mention of foreign authority, they remembered.

They could not forget.

The Crimson Eyes. That horrifying gaze which stared through the veil of Existence itself. The reason for the Long Slumber.

And now…

Now, this King Primal, this Achilles Maxwell, held energy not from their world as well?

A Whispers of disbelief passed through their ranks.

"Have they already come through?!"

"Is he one of them…?!"

Their fear was instinctive, buried in their very genes.

Alien Lifeforms did not belong. They were not to be reasoned with. They were calamities, dressed in flesh and power.

The crimson eyes that had appeared before simply killed and devoured everything in sight!

Even if this being before them had helped fight against the Lunaris Throne, even if he seemed human…

He wielded energy that should not exist here!

Not Primordial, and not Evolutius!

And that was enough.

As one, they began to retreat. No longer out of strategy but out of primal fear.

The skies, once brimming with their grabdeur now cleared slightly as their forms blurred into retreat.

They would need stronger forces here to handle any Outsider! Stronger than Neuronova Stage!

Down below, the storm of obsidian brilliance twisted and pulsed. It swirled around Achilles like a living being. Like it had chosen him. Cloaked in its depth, he stood tall, golden-purple eyes calm and unreadable as if he understood exactly what trick was trying to be employed.

He looked at the Dark Star Scythe The Lunaris Throne held coldly as he could sense that terrifying and vile will through it.

They wanted to paint him an Outsider?!

Someone that did not belong in this Plane of Existence?!

That was…!

That was…

Well…it actually was not entirely false!

"…"