"He's losing."
"He's quieting."
"He's learning."
No. He's remembering.
And every bruise…
Every slap…
Every insult from the gods, the League, the children who mock him…
He stores them like weapons.
Because Elias wasn't born to kneel.
He was built to conquer.
Location: Justice League Training Deck – Day 17 of Nerf Protocol
Elias stands in the middle of the combat chamber.
No drones. No opponent. No audience.
Just him and his inner storm.
"System," he says under his breath. "Give me something."
[System Locked – Trial Period Active]
Estimated Time Remaining: 13 Days
Manual Override: Not Possible
He spits blood from his gums.
"Figures."
Then he moves.
Even without powers, Elias strikes.
Not with rage, but with precision.
Fists fly like forged iron, honed through a hundred failures.
He isn't faster than Flash.
He isn't stronger than Clark.
He isn't tactical like Bruce.
But he's hungrier than all of them.
League Surveillance Room
Wonder Woman watches the feed.
"His form has improved," she mutters.
Martian Manhunter nods. "He has discipline now. Pain has tempered the wild fire."
Batman speaks without looking away.
"He's becoming more dangerous without his powers than he was with them."
Superman frowns. "Then the nerf worked."
Batman: "No… the nerf taught him how to become something else."
Location: Earth – Gotham Underground (Flashback)
Elias, before powers, was already ruthless.
A street fighter.
A survivor.
A ghost in alleys.
A man who crushed gang lords with his bare hands.
A memory flickers:
"You're a monster, Elias," a gang leader choked before Elias snapped his wrist like a twig.
"You think I'm a monster now?" Elias growled.
"Wait till I have godhood. Then I'll wear that word like a crown."
Location: Watchtower Cafeteria – Day 18
A young Titan named Blitz walks up, chuckling.
"Yo, Omega-man, table's taken. Go lick your wounds somewhere else."
Elias doesn't flinch.
Doesn't speak.
Just stares.
Blitz leans in. "Lost your tongue with your powers?"
Elias leans forward, grinning slightly.
"No, I'm just choosing not to waste breath on insects."
Blitz rolls his eyes and turns away.
Elias's smile drops.
But in his mind?
He's already shattered Blitz's legs thirteen different ways.
System Internal Whisper Mode – Hidden Log
[Memory Stored – Target: Blitz]
Vengeance Level: Moderate
Suggested Delay: Wait until power restore
Mood Tracker: Arrogant, calculating, dangerously quiet
Celestial Council Realm
The gods remain silent.
Even Spectre watches from the void, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
But someone else steps forward.
A new throne activates.
A flickering figure of mobius equations and dimensional code appears: Metron.
"This mortal's growth pattern is… unnatural. He adapts with each defeat, learns from every blow, and reprograms his behavior without external force."
Trigon chuckles in the shadows.
"He's not a god."
"He's a weapon."
Perpetua's eyes narrow.
"No… he's worse."
Justice League Meeting – Day 20
Superman: "We release the lockdown in 10 days. Is everyone prepared?"
Flash: "For what?"
Batman: "To deal with the man we've forged. Not the boy we silenced."
Diana: "And if the leash doesn't hold?"
No one answers.
But they all think the same thing.
We might've created something even Darkseid won't control.
Final Scene – Elias, Alone in His Quarters
He stares at the countdown:
[10 Days Remaining]
System Status: Offline
Revenge Index: Updated
Current Threat Level (Est. by League): Suppressed – High Risk
Elias sits back, arms behind his head, grinning at the stars.
"The throne was never meant to be inherited."
"It was meant to be taken."
His voice lowers.
"And I'll take it from every god, every Kryptonian, every smug coward who thought they could leash me."
He pulls a broken Omega sigil from his drawer — melted from Darkseid's Maze.
Looks at it.
"Uncrowned for now…"
He crushes the symbol in his hand.
"…but not for long."