CHAPTER 417: SINGULARITY! III

Achilles stared at the information with stellar eyes.

He had become a living fragment of the forces that had birthed the Star Seas themselves, a humanoid echo of the Singularities!

And the abilities that came with it seemed to be just as ridiculous as the assimilation of Inevitable Entropy.

The abilities blazed through Achilles’ consciousness, each one a revelation that redefined one’s understanding of what individual power could accomplish.

He found himself observing the capabilities with analytical precision.

Singularity Physiology...his body had transcended biological limitations entirely, becoming a gravitational anomaly as he was far and far from human!

The immunity to conventional attacks, the ability to subsist on stellar radiation itself, the transformation of physical strikes into forces equivalent to compressed stellar matter...it was maddening to even imagine.

For Celestial Body Generation...the power to create genuine astronomical objects as weapons struck him with possibilities that bordered on the absurd.

All the abilities were ridiculous, but it was the last ability that truly struck him the most!

Cosmic Consciousness Interface.

The power to perceive and interact with cosmic-scale phenomena, to sense gravitational waves from distant events, to communicate with entities that existed as astronomical phenomena rather than biological forms.

The moment his enhanced consciousness fully processed this capability, something extraordinary occurred.

A voice emerged from the stellar chamber around them...pristine, apathetic, carrying undertones that spoke to cosmic awareness.

It was a communication that bypassed auditory processing entirely, speaking directly to the fundamental structures of consciousness itself.

|Can you now communicate with me?|

HUUM!

The voice felt free of emotions or attachments, carrying the clinical precision of someone, or something, that had observed the rise and fall of stellar constructs across eons without becoming invested in individual outcomes.

It was the voice of Ethemia itself, the Cosmic Singularity that had just offered a fragment of its own essence to enhance his capabilities.

Achilles turned toward the massive Singularity with stellar eyes that blazed with newfound understanding. His enhanced perception could sense the pathways now available to him...direct thought transmission to this cosmic phenomenon, communication that operated on scales beyond conventional language!

He nodded, then projected his response through the mental channels that had just become accessible. ’I can hear you clearly.’

...!

The reply came with the weight of satisfaction mixed with anticipation.

|Out of countless probabilities and possibilities, an exchange with you had one of the highest probabilities of success, and so here we are. Through this exchange, you can establish your Lineage to encompass and rule over the Star Seas as your enemies fear, and I shall return to my prime. Before I was dispersed.|

The cold voice carried waves of terrifying possibilities as it spoke!

The magnitude of what was being offered, what was being planned...

He had questions burning through his enhanced awareness, inquiries about history, about the enemies who had orchestrated his lineage’s persecution, about the scope of what their partnership could accomplish.

But when he spoke, it was with the precision of someone who understood that knowledge without action remained worthless.

"How do we start?"

The response carried undertones of approval, as if Ethemia had been waiting for exactly this question, exactly this demonstration of practical focus!

|We start with your survival, which is predicated on understanding of the past. So we start with where the conflict began...from the First Adrastia Emperor King and his Sworn Brothers. And since the names we shall discuss are heavy ones, do not utter them out loud. Communication between cosmic phenomena like us will not allow them to hear, but vocally uttering their names may draw their attention.|

...!

The warning settled over the stellar chamber like atmospheric pressure.

These weren’t merely powerful individuals who might overhear casual conversation!

These were entities whose very names carried gravitational pull across stellar distances.

Achilles nodded his understanding, his stellar form pulsing with radiance.

Sun moved closer, his golden eyes blazing with curiosity mixed with apprehension.

Between Achilles and the massive Singularity, reality began to shimmer and condense as an illusory screen of immense clarity manifested from crystallized space-time itself.

The display pulsed with its own internal radiance, creating a viewing portal that seemed to exist partially in dimensions beyond normal perception.

Both Achilles and Sun watched with shining eyes as Ethemia began to share the history that had shaped their current circumstances, the fundamental conflicts that had led to generations of persecution and systematic genocide.

|Across the Star Seas,| Ethemia’s voice carried across dimensional barriers, |there were three lifeforms that roamed it together as brothers. They went through life and death together, bound by oaths that transcended species boundaries and cosmic circumstances.|

The screen flickered to life, displaying images.

Three figures moved through stellar landscapes with the easy companionship of beings who had shared experiences across impossible distances. The detail was extraordinary...each figure rendered with clarity!

|Two were ambitious and had high hopes for their existences as they began conquering and overseeing Worlds, Planes, and Realms.| The images showed vast empires taking shape, fleets of vessels spanning light-years, civilizations bowing before powers that operated on scales beyond their comprehension.

|While the other simply wanted to understand life and live it to the fullest as he remained unfettered and unbound. That...was Adrastia. The First Adrastia Emperor King!|

...!

This third figure moved through the displayed scenes with different energy entirely...not the focused intensity of conquest, instead the curious wandering of someone seeking experience rather than dominion. His interactions with encountered civilizations carried nuances of genuine interest rather than calculating assessment of potential subjugation.

|Until one day, a terrifying cosmic phenomenon occurred that caused these three sworn brothers to investigate.|

The scene shifted, showing space-time itself bending around gravitational anomalies. Event Horizons layered upon themselves in patterns of terrifying immensity!

|They found, under layers of Event Horizons, there was a woman. A lifeform they had never seen before.|

The image that materialized struck Achilles heavily.

Here was beauty that operated on scales beyond physical appearance...an entity whose very presence seemed to generate gravitational pull that had nothing to do with mass and everything to do with fundamental attraction that bypassed rational thought.

He blinked as he looked at her. She was...amost as beautiful as his Rose. Almost.

|Unfathomably beautiful, with her entire body emanating a warmth that innately caused one’s existence to want to fight for her. The woman’s consciousness fluttered open as the moment her gaze landed on them... the three sworn brothers were smitten.|

The displayed scene showed the moment of first contact with crystalline clarity.

|They tore through Event Horizons to reach her unsuccessfully, but the unfettered brother... he thrust his hand out and devoured the Event Horizons themselves, tearing through everything to reach the woman as he was the first to hold her in his hands as he asked her... was she okay?|

...!