Another try with AI.
## Web Novel: Titan's End
**Chapter 1: Arrival & Purpose (1999 Words)**
The last thing I remembered was blinding headlights and screeching tires. Then, nothing. Then... *everything*. Cold stone floor, roughspun clothes, the smell of unwashed bodies and damp earth. A terrified woman stared down at me, her face pale. "Kael? Sweetie? Are you alright? You fell..."
*Kael?* Not my name. And this wasn't my cramped apartment. Panic surged, then a wave of disjointed images flooded my mind – colossal monsters, walls of stone, people screaming, a boy named Eren screaming... *Attack on Titan*. And beneath it, a deep, resonant power, vast and alien. *Waybig. Ultimate Waybig.*
**Fifteen Years Before Eren Yeager is Born**
I was Kael, a sickly child in Trost District, Wall Rose. My parents were poor, struggling. But inside me, knowledge burned like a brand. The future. The Titans. The Shifters. The endless cycle of suffering, betrayal, and death. Marley. Paradis. The Rumbling. All of it.
The Omnitrix wasn't here. But the *power* was. I *was* Ultimate Waybig. A sleeping giant coiled within a frail human shell. Testing it came later, in the dead of night, miles beyond the outermost farms. One moment, a coughing boy. The next... cosmic energy erupted. My form exploded outwards, dwarfing the tallest trees, radiating power that made the very air crackle. Stars seemed closer. I felt invincible. *This* was the key.
Hatred, cold and deep, settled in my gut. Not for the mindless Titans – dumb beasts. For the *Shifters*. The ones who *chose*. Annie Leonhart, crushing Scouts like bugs. Reiner and Bertholdt, shattering Wall Maria and dooming thousands. Zeke, playing god with spinal fluid. Eren himself, unleashing hell. They inflicted powerlessness, terror, and death on a scale that curdled my soul just remembering the anime.
I wouldn't be a hero. I wouldn't be a villain. I would be the *solution*. The path with the least bloodshed *overall*. If that meant becoming the monster they feared, so be it. If it meant ending an entire people to end the Titan curse forever... that was the price. Sterilize the Eldians. Remove the source. No more Shifters. No more Titans. Ever. And the power to do it? It came from them. I needed the Nine.
I spent twenty-five years preparing. Learning, observing, honing my control over my transformation. Blending in. Waiting for the catalyst. The day the Colossal would appear. That day was today.
**Chapter 2: Wall Maria Falls (2000 Words)**
Sunlight streamed over Wall Maria, Shiganshina District. Market day buzz filled the air. I stood near the inner gate, leaning against a wall, watching. A sense of grim inevitability hung over everything. Today, history repeated. Today, I intervened.
A sudden, impossible shadow fell. Gasps turned to screams. Heat radiated like an open furnace. There it was. The Colossal Titan. Bertholdt Hoover. Its massive, skeletal foot slammed down onto the top of the outer gate. Stone exploded inwards with a thunderous roar.
Chaos erupted. People stampeded. The Garrison fired uselessly. The Colossal Titan, wreathed in steam, began to vanish.
*No. Not this time.*
I stepped forward, away from the panicking crowd pressing towards the inner gate. No grand speech. No warning. Just cold purpose. I focused inward, touching the vast power coiled within.
Reality tore.
Where a thin, unremarkable man stood, cosmic energy detonated. My body erupted upwards with terrifying speed. Stone cracked beneath my expanding feet. People nearby were flung back by the shockwave, screaming in new terror. In an instant, I stood transformed. **Ultimate Waybig.**
Towering over even the Colossal Titan, my star-marked armor shimmered under the sun. Cosmic energy crackled around my fists. The entire district fell silent for a split second, stunned by this new, impossibly huge entity.
The Colossal Titan, half-vanished in steam, froze. Its single, burning eye fixed on me. Confusion? Fear? I didn't care.
I moved. Fast. My hand, large enough to crush a house, shot out. Not to destroy the wall further. To *grab*. Fingers like steel girders closed around the Colossal Titan's massive head just as it was about to fully dematerialize. Steam hissed violently against my cosmic armor, doing nothing.
I squeezed.
Bone cracked with a sound like mountains splitting. The Titan's skull deformed under my grip. Its eye flickered, dimming. Steam billowed frantically. Inside, Bertholdt screamed, the sound swallowed by the crushing pressure and the roar of the crowd below. I felt the immense heat, the raw power of the Colossal Titan, struggling futilely.
Powerlessness. That's what they inflicted. Now, feel it.
With a sickening crunch, the Titan's head imploded. Steam burst outwards like a geyser, carrying chunks of hardening flesh. The massive body began to slump, hardening rapidly. Before it could fully solidify, I wrenched the enormous form upwards. My other hand grasped its torso. I pulled.
The Colossal Titan tore apart like wet paper. Steam and golden light – the essence of the Titan power – erupted from the sundered body. It surged towards me, drawn into my cosmic form like water into sand. I felt it integrate – raw, immense strength, the power to generate impossible heat. The Colossal Titan was mine.
I dropped the hardening, steaming chunks of former Titan onto the already devastated outer district. They hit the ground with earth-shaking thuds. Silence descended again, broken only by distant screams and the crackle of fires. Thousands of faces stared up, eyes wide with primal terror. The Armored Titan hadn't even appeared yet. Reiner was still hiding, paralyzed by this unforeseen catastrophe.
I looked down at the ruined gate, the scrambling people. This was just the beginning. One down. Eight to go. And the next target was already here.
**Chapter 3: Shattering the Female (2002 Words)**
Panic was absolute. The Colossal was gone, shattered by a star-giant. But the breach remained. And through the shattered gate, the first mindless Titans stumbled into Shiganshina.
Then, another anomaly. A Titan unlike the others. Sleek, fast, with fierce blue eyes. It moved with purpose, dodging the clumsy grasps of its kin, heading deeper into the district. *Annie Leonhart. The Female Titan.*
Hatred, cold and sharp, cut through my cosmic consciousness. Her casual brutality, her remorseless killing of Levi's squad, trapping them in those hardened cocoons... she embodied the Shifter's arrogance.
She hadn't seen me yet, focused on her mission. Good. Let her feel the surprise. The helplessness.
I took a single, ground-quaking step towards the breach. My footfall crushed buildings beneath me. Titans nearby were flattened like insects. The Female Titan skidded to a halt, looking up. Her blue eyes widened. Recognition? Dread? Irrelevant.
She reacted instantly, turning to flee back towards the breach. Fast. Agile. But not fast enough.
I lunged. My hand swept down like a falling asteroid. She dodged with impossible speed, my fingers closing on empty air, crushing stone houses instead. She hardened her fists, leaping up towards my forearm, trying to land a blow. It was like a gnat attacking a battleship. Her hardened fist shattered against my cosmic armor without leaving a mark.
I backhanded her.
The impact was colossal. She was flung sideways like a ragdoll, crashing through three stone buildings in a plume of dust and debris. Her hardened skin cracked. She scrambled up, steam rising from the cracks, eyes darting for escape. Fear was there now. Raw, primal fear.
I pursued, each step demolishing streets. She tried to outmaneuver me, ducking between buildings. I simply smashed through them. She hardened her entire body, forming a diamond-like cocoon. A desperate defense.
I reached down. My fingers closed around the hardened shell. I lifted her effortlessly. She was trapped inside, powerless. I squeezed. The hardened shell groaned, then began to crack under the cosmic pressure. Spiderwebs of fractures spread across its surface. Inside, Annie screamed, the sound muffled but filled with agony and terror. This was the powerlessness she gave to others. Trapped. Helpless. Facing inevitable, crushing doom.
The shell shattered.
The Female Titan form exploded into fragments of hardening flesh and steam. In the center, a small human figure – Annie Leonhart – tumbled down, screaming. I caught her falling form before she hit the ground, pinching her between my massive thumb and forefinger. She struggled, tiny and insignificant, her eyes wide with absolute horror.
I didn't hesitate. I brought her up towards my face. She saw the cosmic energy swirling in my eyes, the merciless void. She screamed again, a raw sound of utter despair.
Then I put her in my mouth.
I felt the crunch, brief and terrible. Felt the surge of golden energy – the Female Titan's power – flood into me. The agility, the hardening, the scream. Assimilated. Gone.
I spat out the mangled remains onto the rubble below. A gruesome stain on the shattered stones. A message. No mercy. No escape.
Below, the chaos had frozen again. The Scouts who had just arrived stared, faces ashen. Garrison soldiers trembled. The remaining Titans seemed momentarily confused. Reiner Braun, witnessing Annie's brutal end from his hiding spot, felt his blood turn to ice. His Armored Titan felt suddenly fragile. Bertolt was gone. Annie was gone. Eaten. By a star-giant.
I turned my gaze inward, towards Wall Rose. The Founding Titan was there, dormant in a little girl named Historia. The Warhammer was hidden in Liberio. The others were scattered. But I had two. The hunt was accelerating.
**Chapter 4: Gathering the Nine (1999 Words)**
News travelled fast, distorted by terror. A star-god had destroyed the Colossal Titan, killed and eaten the Female Titan, and saved Shiganshina from being overrun, but at the cost of massive destruction. The government was in chaos. The Scouts were reeling. The Military Police hid behind Wall Sina.
I didn't care about politics. My path was clear. Minimize suffering. End the Titan threat. Permanently.
Reiner Braun tried to run. He transformed into the Armored Titan miles from any settlement, hoping to flee across the plains towards the sea. He was fast. Durable. But I was faster. Cosmic energy propelled me through the air. I caught him within minutes.
He roared, charging, his hardened fists swinging. I let him hit me. The impact boomed across the landscape, doing nothing. I grabbed his armored head. He struggled, hardening further. I applied pressure. His armor cracked, then shattered like ceramic. I ripped the Titan apart. Golden light surged into me. The Armored Titan's power was mine. Reiner's broken body fell into the grass.
Ymir, the Jaw Titan, was next. Found wandering near Utgard Castle. She saw me coming, a look of weary resignation on her face. She didn't fight. She transformed, a small, agile Titan. I simply reached down and crushed her Titan form in my fist. Quick. Efficient. The Jaw's power joined the others.
The Cart Titan, Pieck Finger, was smarter. She tried negotiation, appearing near a remote Scout outpost in human form, calling out to me. "Please! We can talk! We serve Marley! We can help you!"
Words were noise. They served Marley. They perpetuated the cycle. I transformed. My shadow engulfed her. Her eyes widened. She scrambled to transform into the Cart. Too late. My foot came down. The Cart Titan was crushed instantly. Power absorbed.
Zeke Yeager, the Beast Titan, tried strategy. He gathered a horde of Titans near a populated village, using them as shields and projectiles. He hurled boulders with terrifying force. They shattered harmlessly against my cosmic armor. I ignored the mindless Titans, walking through them. They broke against my legs like waves. Zeke roared, hurling more rocks. I blasted him with a concentrated beam of cosmic energy from my chest. It vaporized his Beast Titan form instantly. The Beast Titan's power flowed into me. Zeke was gone.
Only three remained: The Founding. The Warhammer. The Attack Titan.
**Chapter 5: Paths to Silence (2000 Words)**
The Founding Titan resided in Historia Reiss, a child hidden deep within Wall Sina. The royal bloodline. The source of the Coordinate. I found her in the underground chapel. Her father, Rod Reiss, screamed uselessly. Priests cowered. Historia stared up at me with wide, innocent eyes. No hatred. Only confusion and fear.
This was the linchpin. The power to control Titans. To alter memories. To sterilize a race. It couldn't remain. It couldn't be used.
I reached down gently, cosmic energy swirling. I touched her forehead with the tip of my massive finger. Golden light erupted, not violent, but inexorable. I felt the connection to Paths, the vast, timeless dimension. I felt Ymir Fritz, the slave. I felt the chains of the Titans. And I felt the Founding Power flow into me. Historia slumped, unconscious but alive, just a normal girl now. The Founding was mine.
The Warhammer was in Liberio, Marley. Protected by the Tybur family. Distance meant nothing. I crossed the ocean in strides, cosmic energy flaring. Marleyan warships fired. Their shells were pinpricks. I landed near the Tybur estate. Panic erupted. Soldiers scrambled.
Willy Tybur tried to transform. The Warhammer Titan began to emerge, crystalline structures forming. I didn't let it finish. A single, focused cosmic blast from my palm vaporized the forming Titan and the mansion beneath it. The Warhammer power surged into me. Marley's trump card was gone.
One left. The Attack Titan. Grisha Yeager had it. He was in Shiganshina, a doctor, hiding, waiting for the day to take the Founding from the Reiss family. A day that would never come.
I found him in his clinic. He looked up as the ceiling tore away. He saw me, the star-giant, the devourer of Titans. He knew. Fear, but also a flicker of that relentless future-sight drive.
"Eren..." he whispered, thinking of his unborn son.
I reached in. He didn't transform. Perhaps he knew it was futile. Perhaps he saw a future where this was the only way. My fingers closed around him. He didn't struggle. The last golden light, the power that always sought freedom, flowed into me. Grisha Yeager was gone.
Nine powers. Assimilated. Contained within the cosmic entity that was Ultimate Waybig.
Now, the final step. The Paths. I focused the combined power of the Nine, channeled through the cosmic lens of Waybig. I reached into Paths, into the very foundation of the Eldian people. Not to control. Not to command. To *sever*.
I enacted the Founding Titan's power, amplified beyond comprehension, with one command: **Sterilize all Subjects of Ymir.**
A silent wave emanated through Paths. It wasn't violence. It wasn't death. It was an ending. Every Eldian, across the world, felt a subtle shift. A finality. They could live out their lives. But they would bear no children. The Titan curse died with them.
I released the transformation. Cosmic energy folded inwards. Where the star-giant stood, only Kael remained, standing alone in the ruins near Shiganshina's inner gate. The screams had faded to whimpers. The Titans inside the walls were collapsing, steaming away into nothingness as the connection to Paths was irrevocably altered by the sterilization command. The mindless Titans were dying.
The walls themselves, the Colossal Titans frozen in stone for a century, began to crumble at their bases, huge chunks falling away. They wouldn't walk. They were just stone now, collapsing.
I looked at the devastation – the broken walls, the ruined buildings, the terrified faces. Bloodshed? Yes. Brutal? Absolutely. But the cycle was broken. The power of the Titans was gone, absorbed. No more Shifters. No more Rumbling. No more children turned into weapons. No more Eldian persecution based on a power they no longer possessed. The threat was over. Forever.
The greater good demanded a heavy price. I paid it in blood and brutality. Now, only silence remained where Titans once roared. My job was done. The world, scarred and changed, would have to find its own way now. Without gods. Without demons. Without Titans. I turned and walked away, a morally grey ghost fading into the settling dust. The path with the least bloodshed was walked. Nothing more needed to be said.