Tearing through the cocoon and soaring upward, shadows burst outward from , spreading rapidly and pushing away the blue webs.
I had beco the Black Giant—though my form differed slightly from the one I’d seen in the vision.
The Black Giant in the vision was closer to liquid, but I... I resembled more of a gas, faint and shapeless yet vast.
But still, I was the Black Giant.
A being akin to the Outer Gods that ca from beyond our world, from the Color Universe.
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Though unlike the Outer Gods of the vision, I possessed no Domain of my own.
The Black Giant was far more massive than I had expected.
Skyscrapers barely brushed against my knees—overwhelming, monstrous scale.
In the vision, I had rely thought, “That thing looks huge.”
But looking down on Babel from this vantage, the sensation was entirely different.
It was the very embodint of a Giant.
Yet, strangely, there was no discomfort.
I moved naturally, effortlessly, as if I had always been this way.
As if I had been the Black Giant for countless eons.
When I tore free from the cocoon and rose, the blue webs reacted instantly.
Vines of sticky threads climbed my massive body, trying to entangle once more.
But compared to before I beca the Black Giant, their movents were far more aggressive, swift, persistent.
But I, too, was completely different now.
I reached out and gripped the threads scaling my body.
And ripped them apart.
The sound of tearing echoed as the webs squird in my hand.
They writhed like living creatures, trying to escape—but they could not break free from my grip, a grip that could now hold even ti and space.
And then, I devoured them.
Just as the Black Giant had done in the vision.
Unfortunately, the webs had no taste whatsoever.
But with every bite, I could feel sothing building up inside .
Not quite energy—not sothing I could wield directly—but still, undeniably, sothing accumulated.
If I had to na it... it was sothing more fundantal.
A kind of... Authority.
As I tore into the blue webs, devouring them, the threads imdiately shifted strategy.
First, they halted their slow, creeping Corrosion.
Then, the webs covering all of Babel began to convulse like a single living organism, converging their focus entirely on .
Millions—tens of millions—of strands surged toward like a colossal wave.
A blue tsunami aid to swallow the Black Giant whole.
But I smiled.
No, the Black Giant had no physical expressions, so technically, I couldn’t smile.
Yet, joy undeniably blood within .
My "more complete foresight" made it clear—the webs were no longer a threat.
...!
I spread my arms wide. As though embracing, as though declaring I would accept everything.
And thus, the feast began.
I didn’t avoid the onrushing webs—I confronted them head-on.
My jaws opened wide, swallowing the webs whole.
With both hands, I grabbed fistfuls of the threads and tore into them.
At first, it seed like the webs had the upper hand.
They surged faster than I could devour them, threatening to drown beneath an endless ocean of silk.
But as ti passed, the balance began to shift.
My body was changing.
At first, the webs corroded rapidly upon contact...
But that corrosion slowed... then halted entirely.
It was the sa adaptive ability the Black Giant possessed in the vision.
The more the webs attacked, the more resistant I beca.
I hadn’t realized it watching the vision, but now—experiencing it firsthand—a mory surfaced.
The Adaptive Armor developnt project I’d seen back when I worked at MK Corporation, utilizing AI.
The Black Giant’s adaptation felt eerily similar to that technology.
The battle between the endlessly devouring Black Giant and the endlessly corroding webs was reaching its conclusion.
The webs intensified their assault.
Not just overwhelming numbers—now complex patterns, probing for weaknesses.
Sotis sharp like spears, sotis sprawling like nets, they struck.
But it was pointless.
I accepted every attack, chewed them apart, digested them.
With every strike, I adapted further.
And then... it happened.
The balance completely collapsed.
The webs’ assault visibly weakened.
The seemingly infinite quantity of threads was running dry.
The blue ocean that had engulfed all of Babel was receding.
It was only a matter of ti now.
I kept devouring the webs.
Bite after bite.
But as I consud them, sothing about the webs shifted.
The faint sensation of the Color Universe grew stronger.
As though the Color Universe itself was now within arm’s reach.
****
Deep underground beneath Jinlong Technologies headquarters.
Once-human figures hung upside down from the ceiling.
Their consciousnesses, fused with the webs long ago, had lost all individuality—but as a collective intelligence, they still reasoned clearly.
And they were terrified.
[Impossible...]
[A being that resists the Apocalypse...?]
The colossal black figure was devouring the webs relentlessly.
But it wasn’t rely eliminating threads—it was consuming the essence of the webs themselves.
It was devouring the very concept of Corrosion.
More shocking still was the Black Giant’s adaptive ability.
At first, the webs wounded it, but in ti, they failed to affect it altogether.
As though it had been vaccinated—no, on a deeper, more fundantal level, it was neutralizing the webs entirely.
At this rate, the Black Giant would devour every last strand.
And that was an outco the Jinlong operatives could not accept.
After all... those webs were their own flesh.
[The descent of the Apocalypse is near.]
[We just need more ti.]
[A true unification.]
But the Outer God couldn’t yet descend onto Babel.
Whether by MK Corporation’s design or due to the spatial distortions from the Great Convergence, the twisted structure of space itself impeded the Outer God's arrival.
Like a labyrinth, deliberately complex.
The Jinlong operatives had been guiding the Outer God to this world's anchor-point, but even so, the descent took imnse ti.
anwhile, the Black Giant’s devouring accelerated.
More than half the webs covering Babel were already gone.
A critical, desperate mont.
The signal the Jinlong operatives had awaited arrived.
From the cosmos yawning open in the ceiling, from the sea of colors, an imnse will descended.
It was not words—but raw, unfiltered will.
[Now... beco one.]
A simple, absolute command.
Irresistible—a temptation they had no desire to resist.
The Jinlong operatives' bodies began to change.
Their forms, already rged with the webs, transford on an even more fundantal level.
[Ah... at last...]
One by one, they dissolved into blue webs.
And with each sacrifice, the Color Universe and Babel drew closer together at an accelerating pace.
They were offerings.
Beacons guiding the Outer God to this world. Bridges across dinsions.
[Ah...]
But then, they realized sothing was wrong.
The unification—the promised oneness—was not the warm transcendence they had hoped for.
[This is...]
But it was too late.
The fusion could not be undone.
The will of the Outer God was absolute.
Their bodies and minds were already becoming part of the Outer God.
One by one, they lted, vanished.
The final Jinlong operative looked up toward the cosmic abyss above.
The Color Universe was now so close, he could almost touch it.
And beyond it... sothing vast was approaching Babel.
An Outer God of blue mist and webs.
Overwhelming in scale and presence.
An incomprehensible form, spanning impossible dinsions.
Beautiful—and horrific.
[No way...]
The last operative finally understood.
The true nature of the Outer God.
Not a being incapable of distinguishing good from evil—but a being for whom such concepts never existed.
Not ignorance of importance—but the belief that all things were equally aningless.
To beco one with such an existence... was utter foolishness.
[...]
But those words of regret were never spoken.
The last Jinlong operative vanished completely—and then, it happened.
BOOM!
With a colossal impact, the sky over Babel shattered.
Like a titanic gate thrown wide, reality’s veil tore apart, revealing the world beyond.
The Color Universe.
A place where physics did not exist.
Where ti and space had no aning.
And from that place—it descended.
The Outer God of blue mist and webs.
Vaster than the ocean.
More sprawling than mountain ranges.
A form incomprehensible—thousands of eyes, tens of thousands of writhing tendrils.
It filled the entirety of Babel’s sky, slowly descending.
Jinlong Technologies’ headquarters had long since ceased to exist.
Obliterated under the overwhelming presence of the Outer God.
The sky was no longer the sky.
A grotesque scene where the Color Universe and reality lded into one.
Physics warped.
Causality unraveled.
The boundaries between existence and nothingness dissolved.
Thus, the end ca to Babel.
The beginning of the foretold apocalypse—ever since MK Corporation created self-evolving AI.
But it wasn’t over yet.
The Black Giant still stood, towering above Babel.
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