[70%... 80%... 90%... 99%... 100%. Congratulations, Host. Sign-in complete at Broadway. Cybertron Overlord System has been successfully activated.]
[From this moment forward, you are the Supreme God of Cybertron. Your ultimate mission: to construct Cybertron from the ground up and forge a new race of Transformers capable of waging war across the infinite multiverse.]
[First-time sign-in reward unlocked:
[Unique Artifact: The AllSpark (Activating...)
[Global Mastery of All Terrestrial Machinery.]
[Achievement unlocked:
[Title: The Walking Mechaclysm
[Permanently bound. Any machine brought to life through the AllSpark receives a 20% boost to all attributes.]
Martin let out a deep breath as the shimmering notifications faded from his vision. He was behind the wheel of an old, beat-up yellow Beetle, slowly cruising down Broadway. After pacing this stretch of the city for over an hour, the system had finally activated.
"Well, that finally did it," he muttered. "One hour of circling Broadway, getting eyeballed by NYPD... but it was worth it. The Cybertron Overlord System is online."
He glanced in the rearview mirror at a suspicious police cruiser, its officers clearly wary of his repeated loops. Still, that didn't matter now. He had something far more powerful.
The system. The title. The Walking Mechaclysm.
In a universe overflowing with planet-punching titans and cosmic threats, this was his insurance, his power to survive.
Martin raised his hand, and in his palm materialized a dark, otherworldly cube—the AllSpark, pulsing with primordial energy. It thrummed with the laws of life and creation, intimately bonded to his very soul.
One glance, one breath, and he understood: this relic was now his alone. No one could take it.
With a mere thought, he could activate the artifact, expanding it into a massive construct capable of commanding all nearby machines.
"This… this connection, this absolute perception of every machine around me… it's unreal."
Martin's eyes widened in awe. Phones, cars, computers, even industrial machinery, were laid bare before his mind. Nothing mechanical could hide from him. With the AllSpark, he could transform any machine into a weapon of war within seconds.
Now he truly grasped the meaning of his title: The Walking Mechaclysm.
New York City alone was teeming with machinery. But what about the entire world? The entire universe? Every civilization relied on machines, and all of them now fell under his dominion.
Not just civilian tech. Weapons too.
Guns. Tanks. Aircraft. Carriers. Spacecraft.
If it was mechanical, he could control it. If it ran on gears, wires, or processors, it obeyed him. He didn't just control machines, he ruled them.
This… this was what it meant to be the Master of Cybertron.
Martin clenched his fist, eyes alight with determination.
"With this power, I can finally stand firm in the Marvel Universe. And one day, I'll forge Cybertron with my own hands, and create a new race of Transformers capable of dominating the multiverse!"
His heart thundered with ambition. Acting on a thought, the AllSpark emitted a ray of light, striking the cheap digital watch on his wrist.
A flurry of rapid mechanical shifts followed, gears spinning and metal plates reshaping, and in the blink of an eye, a miniature Transformer stood crouched on his steering wheel.
Its tiny arms morphed seamlessly, one moment a laser blaster, the next a drill or welding torch. It was barely the size of a squirrel, yet already a lethal weapon.
Just then—
A loud explosion echoed down the street.
BOOM!
Several cars flew into the air like toys, tossed aside by something massive.
Towering over the wreckage stood a grotesque creature, nearly five meters tall, skin a mottled, sickly gray. It reveled in the chaos, its face twisted in a grin as it absorbed the screams around it.
With a bestial roar, it slammed its fists into the ground, crushing another car, passengers and all.
Panic erupted instantly.
"Help! There's a monster!"
"Don't kill me! Please, I've got money! I'll give you everything!"
The creature sneered, kicking a man like a rag doll into a building.
"I am the GOD of this world!" it bellowed. "This infinite power, it's MINE!"
Martin watched from afar, eyebrows raised.
"That thing... is that Abomination?"
He tilted his head. "Yikes. He's even uglier in real life."
At that moment, the system chimed in again:
[Alert: Sinful Soul Detected.
[Absorbing this soul will activate the AllSpark's Decepticon Protocol and unlock Decepticon Leader: Megatron.]