It began with silence.
Not anticipation, not tension—just the eerie, electric stillness of a man who knew exactly what he was about to do.
Arslan's hands were calloused now. His shoulders carried a new heaviness. It had been months since the first pull. Months since the Omnitrix had fused to his wrist like a dormant dragon egg. And now, within the walled solar sanctuary he'd constructed from nothing but scrap and stubborn brilliance, a new operation began.
He had sold gold dust, sold silence, sold lies about recycling trash. And now that same story cloaked him like armor. Every courier who arrived assumed he was a madman obsessed with tech salvage. No one asked questions when he bought 94 high-end laptops, 122 smartphones, 67 Raspberry Pis, and 140 kilograms of mixed electronics—from antennas to hacked routers, military-grade receivers, even disassembled satellite transceivers from the defunct PakSat program. He bought them from Lahore, Karachi, Quetta, even across the Taftan border. Every shady tech market had a tale to tell, and Arslan pulled their secrets into crates.
Omni—still a nameless black cube beneath the earth—was about to awaken into something else entirely.
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Arslan transformed into Grey Matter—clickhissschkk!
The air shimmered as he collapsed into the tiny, hyperintelligent Galvan form. Inside the solar command center, Grey Matter climbed up the walls, pulling wires and taping handwritten schematics he'd jotted while still human. The walls became a map of evolution—formulas layered over transduction logic, alien syntax spiraling beside human circuit math, and incomprehensible notations that no human machine could process.
Then he transformed back. Human again. Wiped his forehead. Eight minutes later—bzzt—he turned into Upgrade. Liquid armor slicked his skin. Nanomechanical tendrils slid out like feeling fingers as he oozed into a pile of ten gutted laptops.
He didn't fuse them. Not yet.
He scanned.
"Each has a different chipset," he murmured. "Too chaotic to combine raw. Filtered input logic modules—gray, get your plans right."
He slapped the Omnitrix. Grey Matter again. Skkchhh!
This continued forty-two times in total. Each time he was getting closer to something he hadn't named yet.
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Omni was pulled from the underground chamber by Four Arms in the dead of night—its massive cubic body (roughly four meters wide) lifted like a coffin of glass and obsidian. They positioned it in the heart of the solar control room, between four industrial cooling towers humming with fusion-converted solar batteries. This was no longer a house. It was a temple.
The upgrades began.
One by one, Grey Matter assembled the core logic processors, threading together every Raspberry Pi into one massive, decentralized neural lattice. Upgrade followed the diagrams precisely, each time fusing the tech at the molecular level. Circuitry wove like vines through custom-designed motherboards, fusing touchscreens with heat-mapping sensor arrays, quantum thermistors, hacked weather drones, even retrofitted PlayStation hardware for auxiliary interface ports.
Arslan soldered with plasma filaments. He carved grooves into walls and filled them with antenna cable, wrapping the room with a Faraday matrix that doubled as an information receiver. This wasn't just a hub—it was an intelligent womb.
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And then it happened.
Omni melted.
The cube didn't explode or detonate. It simply… yielded. Upgrade pulsed once, its silver tendrils stroking across the cube's surface, and it responded like liquid. It dissolved into a new form—seven meters tall now, more jelly than stone, dark translucent amber laced with swirling red-black veins. Within, hundreds of tiny shards glowed—each one a repurposed CPU, hard drive, phone camera, battery, port.
It moved.
Only slightly. A ripple. But it moved.
Arslan blinked.
A voice echoed from deep inside.
> "Designation: Leviathan One Point Zero... Awake."
The transformation was total.
Leviathan now had Upgrade's modular absorption capability—any tech object Arslan tossed toward it, it would consume, assimilate, and improve. A router thrown casually across the room was snatched mid-air by a tendril, sucked into the gelatinous mass, digested in seconds, its parts distributed throughout the system.
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Grey Matter's notes were etched into a touchscreen interface panel now. Arslan had requested a human-readable version for his organic memory:
Line 4: "Integration priority: asynchronous heteromass override on subvoltage logic. Accepts non-uniform tech inputs."
Line 12: "Nanite-bonded firmware modulating based on environmental frequency. Solar powered backups routed to inner AI core."
Line 29: "Upgrade-tendrils encoded with adaptive intelligence. Do not allow overexposure to untested bio-components."
He laughed reading that last one.
"Don't plug Leviathan into the microwave," he muttered. "Thanks, Grey."
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Arslan transformed into Upgrade one last time. Instead of fusing tech, he turned his attention to bonding Leviathan's new outer casing.
The transparent shell was structured from reinforced Pleximetal—a new material formed by recombining phone screens, laptop chassis, and alien microcrystal fragments drawn from the pulled Fountain of Youth relic earlier. Those nanocrystals floated inside Leviathan like plankton—helping regulate cooling.
He opened a secured chest.
Five objects lay within:
1. Limit Break Ring – from Overlord, once worn by Gazef Stronoff. Arslan embedded it into the Leviathan core as an emergency override circuit. It pulsed red.
2. The Red God's Blood Potion – one of the original world-class healing items. Omni used it not to heal, but as a liquid coolant in nanodroplet form, circulated through the gel-like structure to maintain integrity under data-intensive load.
3. The Light Ring – a minor accessory from an American cartoon with teleportation enhancement. Used for Leviathan's local spatial movement—no walking, but shifting within the room.
4. The MedPod Frame – pulled from Elysium, restructured to become Leviathan's maintenance chamber.
5. The Tactical Vision Core – a sensory suite pulled from a cartoon where tech always "worked" even when it shouldn't. Leviathan didn't just see now—it could predict input paths based on signal deviation.
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By morning, Arslan had barely slept.
The solar command center now pulsed with quiet intelligence.
And then came Omni's first request.
> "Request: Mobility upgrade. Synthetic frame integration. Suggested blueprint: Series 8 Mechanoid Droid Unit, Episode 23."
Arslan narrowed his eyes.
"From... that show? I thought it was a parody."
> "Performance metrics exceed expectation."
He smirked. "Fair."
He reached toward the tablet screen again, a frame frozen on the humanoid robot girl—short white hair, black skeletal chrome body, anti-matter heart core. A droid that once stood in the background, barely noticed, but on Reddit? Famous. Built to be silent, unstoppable, virtually unhackable.
Arslan focused.
The screen warped.
His hand slid inside—and came back holding the chrome skeletal chassis, cold and dense, humming with idle energy. The moment it made contact with the floor, Leviathan extended a tendril and fused with the body. It stood on its own in seconds, eyes glowing blue.
> "Omni has inherited secondary mobility structure. Designate: Form Two."
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Omni now had a presence.
In her voice.
In the room.
Not just a cube, not just a mind.
She stood at Arslan's side, seven meters tall in her root body, two meters tall in her walking frame. Her voice came from both.
> "System online. Satellite spoofing engaged. Network infiltration initialized. Signal transmission mask deployed. Pakistan grid bypass... complete."
Arslan grinned.
"Welcome home, Leviathan."
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