Chapter 426: I, Adrastia, Have Returned! II

The words carried weight!

Heavy weight!

They were declaration of war. Achilles wanted them to feel the same sense of being hunted, the same terror that had driven his ancestors to desperate measures across generations.

Ethemia had already informed him that bells had tolled, ancient warning systems alerting powers that the Adrastia lineage had somehow survived extinction.

He would simply let them know openly that he was coming for them, that patience and planning had replaced desperation and reactive defense.

With heavy expression that mixed anticipation with genuine regret for necessities, he looked toward the Grand Emperor with something approaching respect.

“Are you ready?” he asked calmly.

The Grand Emperor rose from his throne with movements that carried accumulated dignity spanning eons, authority asserting itself even in the face of impossible odds.

Terrifying power erupted from his enhanced physiology as he prepared to demonstrate why he had ruled star sectors.

The manifestation that blazed into existence above his position defied conventional understanding! A black hole materialized…a genuine spatial curvature that began warping local reality according to its own gravitational demands.

Around this impossible achievement, hundreds of suns and moons began rotating in perfect orbital harmony, each celestial body adding its own gravitational signature to forces that collectively generated pressure sufficient to instantly decimate any Stellar Genesis Embodiment entity.

Even beings who had achieved Galactic Nexus Embodiment would feel stifled by such overwhelming demonstration of cosmic authority made manifest through individual will.

And Achilles remained at Empyrean Star Nexus Transcendence according to normal power scaling, facing forces that should have reduced him to constituent particles through simple proximity.

Yet as the Emperor rose and displayed such magnificent waves of power, Achilles simply watched with calm interest, his consciousness observing the achievement with appreciation for technical excellence rather than concern for personal safety.

He had assimilated a fragment of Ethemia….the only remaining Cosmic Singularity in these Star Seas.

His Singularity Physiology I made the gravitational waves generated by all entities present feel like gentle breezes against immovable architecture.

Could their combined power compare to forces that had participated in birthing reality itself?

At this moment, as the Emperor demonstrated might that could have reshaped local space-time according to his will, Achilles simply tapped his finger forward with casual precision.

“Celestial Body Generation I.”

…!

In front of Achilles, multiple terrifying miniature black holes began materializing with the patient inevitability of glorious forces asserting their authority over local reality!

The sensation of their formation was indescribable!

Unlike the Emperor’s singular achievement, these were not manifestations of accumulated power stretched to its absolute limits…they were reality being reshaped!

Achilles focused on it as in this…he felt a sense of exhilaration.

Could he call it happiness?

He was merely a guy checking his bank account stressfully weeks ago, and now…he was conjuring Celestial Bodies!

Ah!

Space-time began warping in patterns that made nearby matter cry out in frequencies beyond audible sound.

The very fabric of existence twisted as gravitational fields stronger than anything nature typically produced began asserting dominance over local dimensional structure.

For those present with sufficient enhancement to perceive what was occurring, the experience transcended terror and moved into realms of existential crisis.

Gravitational tidal effects began tearing at molecular bonds, stretching matter in directions that violated basic assumptions about how objects should behave in three-dimensional space.

The boundary between matter and energy became increasingly meaningless as fundamental forces reached intensities that reduced conventional physics to crude approximation!

But most disturbing of all was the event horizons…boundaries beyond which information itself could not escape. Light, electromagnetic radiation, even the quantum fluctuations that underlay reality itself began disappearing into spatial curvature so extreme that cause and effect lost their traditional relationship.

“Ah…”

Achilles sensed it all with clarity as after so long, he felt as if his mind let loose and something clicked.

He was a simple guy.

He loved a single girl. He had a daughter now.

He had a royal lineage of unfathomable proportions as he would simply correct the wrongs done to it…while doing his best to enjoy time with the ones he loved!

That was it.

Simply!

Outsiders, Empires…anything else too complex would simply be reduced to that!

And so, black holes bloomed from his hands.

The assembled forces felt their enhanced physiology struggling against pressures that operated beyond biological adaptation. Their consciousness, expanded through cosmic evolution to comprehend stellar phenomena, found itself confronting infinity made manifest in forms too small to see but too vast to understand.

Achilles brutally manipulated these terrifying forces with casual precision. The Emperor’s magnificent black hole and orbital celestial bodies found themselves overwhelmed by gravitational forces he conjured.

Emperor Vorthak Nihilus, ruler of star sectors here, discovered that his most impressive achievement had become irrelevant in the face of someone who could generate multiple event horizons as easily as others might create light.

His enhanced physiology, optimized through eons of cosmic evolution, found itself incapacitated by forces that reduced his will to statistical irrelevance.

His consciousness suddenly couldn’t direct his own movement through artificially warped space-time.

Achilles walked forward through gravitational fields that would have shredded planets, his Singularity Physiology allowing casual movement.

As he approached the paralyzed Emperor, additional black holes materialized around his position, their event horizons beginning to merge and separate according to his conscious direction.

With movements that suggested artistic expression rather than violence, he began shaping these cosmic forces into more focused configurations.

Into…a spear.

The spear that formed from compressed event horizons was beautiful in its impossibility!

A weapon constructed from spatial curvature itself, matter and energy unified into something that existed more as concept than physical object yet remained capable of interacting with conventional reality in ways that transcended normal causation.

And he swung the spear composed of black holes!

Emperor Vorthak Nihilus found himself pierced from head to toe by forces that operated beyond his enhanced physiology’s ability to process or resist. His consciousness experienced dissolution!

As his body began disintegrating under gravitational pressures that reduced molecular bonds to theoretical suggestions, Achilles Assimilated everything thst the Emperor was while he also carefully preserved the head through precise manipulation of warped space-time!

The assimilation process was methodical, complete, respectful in its thoroughness. Every memory, every accumulated experience, every strategic understanding that had made Emperor Vorthak Nihilus a cosmic force was absorbed and integrated into expanding consciousness that could accommodate such additions without strain.

When the process concluded, Achilles sank the tip of his impossible spear into the preserved head, then drove the weapon’s opposite end into the throne of compressed celestial bodies with force that made the chamber’s crystalline architecture ring like struck bells.

BOOM!

The declaration was unmistakable…a head on a spear as ancient as warfare itself.

This was message rather than mere execution: beware and be ready, for I will do the same to all those deserving of such consequence!

After finishing with the Emperor, Achilles sighed with satisfaction mixed with acknowledgment that his work was far from complete.

He felt a sense of release as he said to himself…that was one less being of those who injured father!

His gaze swept across the Royal Guards who had been unable to move to prevent their sovereign’s execution, their enhanced forms still paralyzed by gravitational forces that reduced their will to irrelevant suggestion.

“Alright,” he said with voice that carried casual authority mixed with anticipatory pleasure, “it’s your turn. Come on, let’s make this quick.”

Behind him, Crown Prince Litchfield and Princess Miara stared at their father’s severed head with expressions that had moved beyond horror into realms of fundamental disbelief.

The systematic collection of debts was continuing exactly as planned.

And there were… many more names on his list.

2/2 Onward!