I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: The Queen Who Watches the Skies II
It wasn’t a boast.

It was a reality.

Their future, secured.

The golden throne beneath her seemed to hum in agreement.

Behind her, the towering crystalline castle Achilles had raised for them, a monument of silver and translucent gold, caught the rising sunlight, casting prismatic rainbows through the air.

Farther behind that, hidden within the bioluminescent forest, the Life Spring pulsed, a heartbeat of power where Achilles’ true body, her Little Fatty, her Little King, worked in silence to refine his Bloodline.

Rose closed her hand, the bubble of water and the Aurelfins vanishing back into the Sea above.

She turned her gaze back to Dr. Shaw and others.

“To be in the Adrastia Dynasty,” she said, “means to be stronger, healthier, fed, whole. We will take in every city we can, every person willing to walk the new path. And King Primal will make sure they can live to the fullest.”

Nyxaria bowed her head slightly.

Luna smiled truly for the first time in days.

Dr. Shaw straightened his spine and nodded.

And Rose?

Rose sat upon her throne.

Regal.

Unwavering.

The Queen of the Adrastia Dynasty.

And somewhere deep inside, she whispered to herself as she did something without having to bother Achilles!

Keep going, my Little King.

We’re building your world as best as we can out here!

Rose clenched her hands firmly as in the distance, more figures passed through the purple gold gates of The Primal Neon Tower.

Rose shifted slightly, one leg draped elegantly over the other, her green hair cascading in perfect waves over one shoulder, her figure wrapped in the modified Primordium Evolutius Magitech Suit. Her skin glowed with a soft inner light, her green eyes keen and clear as polished emeralds.

She watched calmly as the first of the approaching figures broke from the horizon.

Descending from gleaming Enforcer Warships, or soaring through the air on their own Evolutius-powered frames, came the delegation of the Magitech Dynasty, led by none other than Aliya, the True Magitech Throne herself.

Aliya moved with a regal, measured grace. Her dark skin shimmered with faint golden hues, and her ceremonial robes fluttered around her like solar wind. A Magitech Frame, a titanic, humanoid machine bristling with dormant power, hovered behind her like a silent guardian. She approached and dipped her head respectfully toward Rose, pausing a few paces before the twin thrones.

“My Queen,” Aliya spoke, voice clear and crisp. “The decimated Capital of the Thornveil Dynasty is now in formation, moving to join the Adrastia Dynasty Continent in the skies. The past Thornveil Throne, Thorndike himself, requests an audience with Emperor King Achilles.”

Rose inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, her expression composed, thoughtful.

Aliya continued, her tone calm. “Additionally, I’ve secured the allegiance of two Dynasties long allied with my past Magitech Dynasty, the Terravolt Dynasty and the Glacivane Dynasty. Their delegations have arrived, seeking an audience with the one I promised would lead them against the Ancient Ones.”

Rose smiled, serene, unfazed.

“Have them come,” she said, her voice carrying easily across the vastness of the Tower. “But Achilles will not be disturbed for this.”

Aliya’s expression sharpened with a glint of hesitation as she nodded.

“Understood.”

She turned, nodding to her Magitech Frame, which transmitted silent commands. Moments later, streaks of silver and gold split the skies, and the two new delegations arrived in their own warships suspended in the skies.

First came those from the Terravolt Dynasty.

A silver-haired young woman descended gracefully through the air, her long hair flowing behind her like a comet’s tail. She was striking, not merely for her beauty but for the raw vitality that radiated from her. She wore fitted garments crafted from animal hide and woven fibers, tailored to reveal lithe, honed muscle beneath. Faint tattoos of glowing green Evolutius Energy traced the curves of her arms and collarbones like veins of living light.

Behind her came other Ethereal Physiology Masters, their figures cloaked in exotic animal furs, bearing the earthy, primal aesthetic of hunters and survivors. Each of them carried short crystal-tipped spears or folded bows across their backs, and their eyes gleamed with cautious wariness.

Then, following closely, came the delegation from the Glacivane Dynasty.

A towering figure in resplendent golden armor led them, the filigree along his breastplate etched with the depiction of a sun partially eclipsed by a mountain range, the Glacivane Crest. His armor gleamed with shining Evolutius Lines, augmentations that pulsed faintly with kinetic energy. A crested helm rested under one arm as he walked forward, his steps controlled, each one a silent proclamation of mastery and tradition.

Behind him, a cadre of soldiers in silver armor followed, their plating etched in intricate patterns, their faces hidden behind blank-faced helms. Each armor suit was enhanced with Evolutius Crystal cores embedded into the chest and gauntlets, subtly amplifying their power.

Together, both delegations advanced into the Primal Neon Tower.

Their eyes swept the marvels around them, the Sea of Thalassara, the crystalline castle, the Runescriptures moving in elegant, constant patterns over the pillars and floor.

And then their gazes settled on Rose.

Or rather, Rose and the two thrones.

Twin marvels crafted by Achilles himself.

As the delegations approached, they dipped their heads low.

Not only to Rose but to the empty throne beside her, a silent acknowledgment of the Emperor King who was not here but whose presence weighed heavily all the same.

Dr. Shaw, Luna, and Nyxaria Moonveil Lunaris stood nearby, their figures respectfully shadowed beneath the light pouring through the open dome above. Granny Lila now sat quietly by the base of the throne dais, weaving something unseen with her fingers, smiling faintly.

Rose smiled, radiant and commanding all at once as internally, she was telling herself to simply act like royalty, and it would eventually be real.

Fake it till you make it, they say.

“Welcome,” she said, voice carrying clear and precise. “You stand at the heart of the Adrastia Dynasty. I am Rose Adrian, Queen and representative of Emperor King Adrastia.”

The silver-haired young woman of the Terravolt Dynasty and the golden-armored Sky Dharma King of the Glacivane Dynasty exchanged glances.

It was the Sky Dharma King armored man who spoke first, his voice a low baritone.

“We were told of possibilities… but this…”

His gaze swept across the floating seas and towering spires.

Rose’s smile sharpened.

“This… is only the beginning.”

…!