I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 240: Dynasty Emergence V

From the skies beyond the suspended Sea of Thalassara, a fleet shimmered into view.

The skies rippled like silk as nine colossal Magitech Carriers emerged, each a radiant fortress of alloyed brilliance and humming conduits, powered by Dharma Engines that pulsed with the logic of science and the raw potency of Evolutius Energy. The air grew sharper, more defined, as the armada approached the Primal Neon Tower, casting angular shadows across the crystalline waters both above and below.

Hovering at the head of the fleet, wrapped in a corona of obsidian and golden light, floated the flagship: Seraphim Ultimara, the throne-vessel of the Magitech Dynasty.

And at its heart stood Aliya, the True Magitech Throne.

She descended with quiet grandeur, her dark skin radiating a subtle, stellar luminance. Her black-gold eyes shimmered with wisdom, steel, and tempered serenity.

She had just departed from Achilles' Primordial Avatar and now descended upon Neon in an official capacity.

Floating around her were a dozen Dharma Manifestation Commanders, each having left behind their Magitech Frames. They were her elite, the ones who had helped oversee and protect the nine Colony Cities under her stewardship.

Trailing just behind them was her younger brother, Kailen, his body shimmering with erratic, wild energy. He drifted slightly lower than the others, eyes twitching nervously as the overwhelming presence of the Primal Neon Tower grew closer.

Aliya turned her head slightly.

"Compose yourself, Kailen," she said evenly. "If you act out of line or do anything stupid again, I will lock you away in the castles with the rest of your harem for the years to come."

Kailen looked away, his gaze lingering on the grandeur of blue surrounding them, muttering under his breath. "I'm not going to cause trouble…"

"You are trouble," she replied firmly. "Now behave."

The fleet landed gently atop the outer platform of the Primal Neon Tower, silver petals and luminous vines swaying gently in welcome.

Above them, the Sea of Thalassara responded, glowing waves parting slightly as if in recognition.

Aliya stepped forward, flanked by her Dharma Commanders as though this path had always belonged to them.

She lifted her gaze toward the tower's peak, toward the ethereal canopy where bioluminescent trees shimmered and hovering blue pools spiraled slowly around the summit.

As they moved through the winding vine-path toward the summit, they passed the Sacred Pools of Thalassara. The edges of these floating pools cascaded with soft blue mist that smelled faintly of sea salt… and memory.

Aliya paused to take it in, her Commanders beside her sharing the same stunned silence.

It was all so unreal.

The vast Sea of Thalassara hovered overhead, suspended impossibly between them and the skies. And within it, humans swam freely among budding coral reefs. Or rather, not humans exactly.

No, they had to be Advanced Humans based on what Achilles had told her.

He had explained, so casually, that her people could transition from Humans to Advanced Humans… by becoming Thalassarians.

It was the kind of shift that would utterly reshape the foundation of the Dynasties.

Yet he had spoken of it as if it were no more than weather.

She stared into the Sea. It was vast, endless, alive. Thalassarians soared between coral structures, their laughter echoing like melody. It wasn't just a marvel.

It was a declaration.

A declaration that power belonged to all.

"I… have studied the workings of four Dynasties," murmured one of the Dharma Commanders beside her, a woman with vibrant black-gold hair. "But I've never witnessed anything like this…"

Their awe followed them as they stepped onto the enormous petals leading toward the heart of the tower.

Aliya's steps slowed as their path brought them near a grove of mystical trees, each bearing purple-gold Primordium Evolutius Fruits. Gifts Achilles had once given her. Fruits that had ignited a surge of power within her, and many others.

Waiting there were three figures.

Achilles, tall and steady.

Rose, radiant in her green fire.

And one other...

A graceful woman Aliya did not recognize. One whose eyes shimmered with wisdom far older than her face suggested.

Aliya stopped just short of the platform's center, offering a bow, not deep, but sincere. This was not a moment of theater. It was an official gesture toward both Achilles and the woman he clearly stood beside.

"Greetings," she said, her voice steady and respectful. "I am Aliya, former Throne of the Magitech Dynasty. These are my Dharma Manifestation Commanders, and my brother, Kailen, who have helped oversee the affairs of our Domain."

…!

Rose blinked, stepping forward, eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"Former Throne? When did you lose your title?"

Her question was genuine.

Aliya answered solemnly.

"The moment all nine Colony Cities under me joined the Kingdom of Neon. I've already made my intentions clear to King Primal. I will not hold any grand title. With these Cities, and more to come, joining together, it is only right that there be one Throne. The one who leads us all… must be him."

…!

Rose's eyes widened. Granny Lila, standing to the side, lifted an eyebrow.

Aliya pressed on, her voice still and firm.

"There is much I still don't understand. Every hour spent here amazes me. But the logic remains: the consolidation of power and structure must fall to the one making all this possible. The more that join, the more clarity is required. A single ruler. A Throne. A King. An Emperor. Whatever title he chooses… it must happen soon. A new Dynasty, one the Humans of this age can look up to, must be founded."

Her words rang heavy.

Rose's expression tightened.

Granny Lila's gaze drifted toward Achilles. Her eyes filled with memory and quiet sadness.

He was young.

So young.

And yet, now bore the responsibility of more Colony Cities than any current ruler of the Thirteen Dynasties.

The future wouldn't be easy.

Aliya stepped forward and bowed once more.

"We come in an official capacity, as what remains of the Magitech Dynasty, to ask, whether King Primal is ready to declare the name of the new Dynasty. So I may tell my people who we now stand beneath."

…!

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Her words hovered.

Achilles looked to the sky above, its reflection swimming in his eyes.

He did not speak immediately. The silence that followed was not hesitation, but weight.

"I haven't chosen yet," he admitted softly. "But…"

But he had.

In truth, there was only one name.

A single word that pressed against his thoughts.

A word soaked in memory, danger, and legacy.

He looked to Rose.

To Granny Lila.

To the far-off faces of his people.

Granny Lila watched him and spoke gently, hesitant to overstep.

"You seem… conflicted, child. Hesitant. But not about the founding itself, right? It's something else."

…!

Her words pierced the veil.

Achilles looked at her, then Rose.

He noticed the surprise on Aliya's face, on the Commanders', that this woman dared call him child. But he didn't correct them.

To him, it was a term of care. Of endearment that he had not heard anyone call him for some time.

And he valued it.

He took a breath.

His voice, when it came, was heavy.

"It's the name. My heart, mind, and blood scream a single name. A single distinction. But it's dangerous. The name might mean nothing to the Dynasties of this Plane. Or to the Ancient Ones. Or even to the Mythological Ancients. But it might… attract something worse."

He paused.

"But it's my name. My family name."

…!

His words may have been cryptic to some.

But within him, in blood, in memory, in soul, only one word burned.

Adrastia.

Too powerful.

Too known.

If whispered beyond this Plane, if it echoed into the Star Seas, it could bring ancient enemies far too soon.

And yet,

His blood screamed.

His soul demanded.

Would he let fear silence him?

Would he deny his legacy?

Would he bury the name that made him who he was?

Adrastia.

It waited!