Sometimes, one needed to maintain anonymity. To keep a low profile, moving through existence like a shadow that left no trace of its passage. Invisible to the gazes of powerful entities, unnoticed by those who might otherwise pose threats.

Other times, one needed to be explosive. To shine more brilliantly than anyone could have ever imagined, blazing with radiance that forced every eye to turn in acknowledgment of unprecedented achievement.

There was nothing wrong with either approach.

What mattered was whether the chosen method fit the purpose and aim one sought to achieve. Strategy over preference, results over comfort.

The one who maintained anonymity and kept a low profile could move behind the scenes unobserved. Free from the scrutinizing gazes of others, they could accomplish whatever aims they pursued in peace and silence. No attention meant no interference, no threats that emerged from jealousy or fear.

The one who shone unfathomably bright took the attention and gazes of many. In the midst of such attention, basked in focused observation from countless entities... they were granted unfathomable glory. Recognition, resources, opportunities that only came to those whose achievements demanded acknowledgment.

Either way worked. Both had value depending on circumstances and objectives.

What mattered most was that the intended purpose was achieved.

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At this moment.

The figure of Achilles stood at the end of the tenth floor of the Tower of Life. Behind him stretched the vast distance he'd crossed…the legendary level that supposedly no candidate had ever reached during their initial evaluation. He had traversed it in five seconds.

Five seconds.

The previous record holder, whose name was inscribed at the top of the tenth floor's all-time rankings, had required seventeen minutes. Others in the top one hundred had needed hours…some taking entire days to fight their way through pressure so overwhelming it had shattered lesser candidates' authorities entirely.

Achilles had crossed it faster than most beings could process what they were witnessing.

His body shone with scintillating stellar verdant brilliance. Every part of him emanated profound waves of life force that pulsed outward in rhythmic cascades…visible energy that made the surrounding atmosphere seem more alive by proximity.

His hair blazed with verdant-gold radiance, each strand containing concentrated Living Existential Authority. His eyes burned with light that transcended simple coloration, their depths holding luminescence that suggested fundamental transformation.

The magnificent wings spreading from his back had fully manifested now. They weren't mere appendages but expressions of his elevated existence….each feather constructed from solidified Living Existential Authority, each subtle movement releasing waves of vitality that made the tenth floor's oppressive Haki seem welcoming rather than crushing.

At this moment, he was genuinely a Living Existence.

A Living Life.

Not through ceremonial initiation or formal entry into the Primordial Civilization's structured pathways, but through pure compatibility and voracious Assimilation that had claimed inheritance directly.

WAA!

Prompts blazed before his vision with intensity that demanded attention.

|Transformation Complete.|

|Classification: Your existence now carries designation that connects you to primordial principles predating most civilizations. The level of purity of your existence with Living Existential Authority of Life has exceeded most Living Lives due to your existence literally assimilating and becoming extremely similar to this very authority.|

The first set of prompts detailed the basic confirmation. But what followed carried implications that made Achilles's consciousness sharpen with focus.

|Boons of Living Life Status:|

|— Immunity to Becoming a Dead Existence: Your fundamental nature now resists necrocratic principles. Authorities designed to induce death, collapse, or existential termination will find drastically reduced effectiveness against your being.|

|— Life Seed Protocol: Should your existence be killed or collapsed despite elevated resistances, your distinction as a Living Life will automatically form a Life Seed. This seed will reforge your collapsed existence completely. Current capacity: Three automatic resurrections at your present Scale of power.|

|— Enhanced Existential Authority Handling: Your capacity to wield, integrate, and manipulate all forms of Existential Authority has increased exponentially. What previously required careful modulation can now be handled with casual ease.|

|— Expanded Existential Perception: You can now perceive existence more freely across dimensional layers. Hidden structures, veiled entities, and concealed mechanisms that previously escaped detection will become visible to enhanced senses.|

|— Accelerated Integration: Your compatibility with Living Existential Authority of Life has reached near-perfect resonance. Future Assimilation of this authority will occur at rates that exceed even your current unprecedented speed.|

|— Primordial Recognition: Members of the Primordial Civilization of Life will instinctively recognize your elevated status as it exceeds most Living Lives. This carries both advantages and complications depending on context.|

...!

Achilles absorbed these details with consciousness that immediately began calculating implications.

Immunity to becoming a Dead Existence alone was invaluable . an entire category of threats rendered ineffective simply through his transformed nature, even though he didn't have too much information as to what these types of existences were.

But the Life Seed protocol? Three automatic resurrections that would reconstruct his entire existence from collapse? Sheesh!

He smiled as he felt the immensity of his power at this moment. From where he'd begun on the first floor…struggling against pressure that made simple movement feel laborious, to this current state of transcendent capability... his strength had increased many times over.

He felt like he neared the terrifying power of Xar'vantheon. Or perhaps this was false assessment born from how exuberant his current life force felt, how overwhelming the sensation of transformation made gauging his actual capabilities difficult.

Either way, the increase was undeniable!

He didn't look back as he moved toward the doorway leading upward. The radiant green portal ahead should carry him to the eleventh floor, continuing this evaluation toward whatever maximum heights the Tower permitted.

And yet...

HUUM!

He didn't feel the same spatial brilliance that had accompanied transitions between previous floors. Instead of the familiar verdant light that signaled progression to the next level, he felt foreign authority seizing the space around him. Reality twisted with intention that wasn't his own, transportation occurring through mechanisms he hadn't activated.

The surrounding luminescence shifted. Changed. Became something other than the Tower's standard progression system!

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