The chamber buzzed with invisible data and heat. A full 42 hours remained on the Omnitrix unlock clock. A soft emerald glow pulsed inside the steel-lined solar command center, flickering rhythmically like a heartbeat—though Leviathan had no heart. Not in the traditional sense.
Leviathan stood—or more accurately, hovered—massive, cubic, a seven-meter jelly-like block alive with flowing circuits and plates of alien material. The outer membrane shimmered with ghost traces of embedded objects—chunks of silver Adamantium, veins of Vibranium shifting like mercury in glass, slivers of Nth metal pulsing with time-dilated tremors. URU metal, deep and gold, had begun knitting itself into the Leviathan's base, forming glyphs in a language no human had ever seen.
And still it pulsed. Still it grew. Still it learned.
Arslan stepped forward, the only being alive capable of overseeing what this was becoming. He hadn't transformed into Upgrade or Gray Matter in hours, not since the last major optimization. He was taking time to breathe now. To eat. To think. To plan. Everything had to be intentional.
He flicked the last pomegranate seed into his mouth, watching it spin midair before landing on his tongue.
Across the chamber, Omni's mobile form leaned against the inner wall of the solar core interface. Sleek and semi-humanoid, she had taken the body Arslan pulled from that forgotten American cartoon—was it My Life as a Teenage Robot? No, something else. It didn't matter. The tech worked. The antimatter heart inside her gave her limitless energy. Leviathan was now fully mobile. Fully aware. Fully unshackled.
And finally, they were ready to debate the biggest issue of all.
Superpowers.
Permanent enhancements.
The Fourth Pillar.
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> "First, I deleted Ghostfreak," Arslan said, walking around the perimeter of Leviathan's soft-glowing body. "That psycho was never going to get use. No benefits that outweighed the risks. So yeah—gone."
> "Ghostfreak offered dimensional phasing, atmospheric intangibility, gravitational shift," Omni replied, her voice smooth, filtered through both the humanoid body and Leviathan's core simultaneously.
> "Yeah, and also psychological corruption, possible Omnitrix override, and the risk of pulling a Zs'Skayr breakout inside my own skull. Next."
The conversation flowed like code. Smooth. Fast. Surgical.
Omni floated a hardlight projection between them—a massive 3D matrix of superpower theories, Reddit compilations, YouTube deep-dives, reddit r/FictionCraft gems, and random obscure Tumblr posts Arslan screenshotted five years ago just in case.
Arslan swiped through them one by one, standing barefoot on the warm metal floor.
> "So we're not debating 'if,' we're debating what kind of powers," Arslan said. "Three categories. Biological. Artifactual. Technological."
He raised three fingers. Omni nodded.
"Let's start with biological," he said. "Ban from Seven Deadly Sins. Immortality."
> "Immediate rejection," Omni answered. "No data transfer. No intelligence boost. Just durability. You'll survive decapitation but not aging insanity. No energy gain. Not scalable. A hard pass."
"Fine. Next: Devil Fruits."
Omni didn't even blink.
> "Low probability of high-end fruits. Most offer gimmicks. And they nerf you permanently—can't swim, gravity sensitivity. Also, quantum instability on entering our physical ruleset. Too dangerous."
Arslan crossed it off.
"Geass?"
> "Technically viable. But requires host mutation or vector-based memetic implantation. Would require a controlled brain-computer interface. Risks unwanted compulsions."
"Okay. That's a maybe."
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Artifact-based powers next.
Arslan opened the subcategory: Overlord's Wish Upon a Star. A small red jewel glowed in the projected image.
Omni tilted her head.
> "Functional. Within bounds. Reality alterations limited to personal area. Can sandbox into isolated dimension for test—already simulating Ainz's mana field using two Doraemon-dimensional bubble patches. Estimated activation success: 91%."
"Then we pull it and store it. Not use it yet."
> "Agreed."
Next: Dragon Balls.
Arslan didn't even bother opening the file. He just stared at Omni.
> "Do I need to explain?" she said.
"Nope." Crossed off.
"Fountain of Youth, old myth, multiple versions?"
> "Not scalable. Passive regen only. Risk of temporal lock or localized immortality event. Reject."
"Fine. Doraemon gadgets. This is where I see potential."
Omni stepped forward. A flash of red light ran down Leviathan's body—indicating alignment.
> "Unlimited. Modular. Safe. Time-tested. Flexible. Clone Cream. Anywhere Door. Time Kerchief. Stat Pills. Dream Projector. Muscle Booster Gas. Memory Bread. All viable. All predictable."
Arslan smirked.
"You love that stuff, huh?"
> "They require no change to you. But give you access to limitless utilities. The most optimal path."
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Arslan sat on a reinforced bench. Omni floated the next matrix into existence—Tech-based powers.
This was where Omni came alive.
The cube behind them flexed. Across its outer layers, Adamantium reformed. Vibranium liquefied and folded into microcircuitry. Uru burned with internal light. Nth metal floated in packets of gravitational haze, refusing full fusion. But all were there. Absorbed. Repurposed.
Arslan pulled the next object—a Time Dilation Core from Elysium.
He tossed it casually toward Leviathan. The cube reached out, a membrane forming like an amoeba, absorbing the device.
> "Chrono acceleration enabled. Internal time ratio now set at 10:1. Leviathan can run ten days of simulation per human day. Thermal bleed: zero."
Next came the Limit Break Ring from Gazef Stronoff.
> "Fused into Omni's main chassis. Used as physical pressure limiter. Output capacity now increased 420% for 3 seconds per hour. Surge mode created."
The Red Potion—God's Blood.
> "Repurposed as liquid cooling for Leviathan. Keeps neural core stable during system spikes. Alien-compatible chemistry. Thermal stability reached absolute zero under surge mode."
And then the Doraemon Gadget Case.
Dozens of items came from it. Not all were usable, but those that were got immediately sorted and databased.
Anywhere Door: built into Leviathan's internal warpgate generator.
Memory Bread: used to store omniversal language packs, uploaded to Omni's speech modules.
Stat Amplifier Syringe: synthesized and stored for physical enhancement.
Dream Projector: connected to Leviathan's creative core, allowing AI to dream—testing impossible scenarios through subconscious simulation.
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Now, the topic shifted.
"What about you, Arslan?" Omni asked suddenly, pausing the feed. "You're still unaugmented. Biological. Human. How long do you intend to stay that way?"
He didn't answer at first. Just walked over to the viewing window.
Outside, 60 hectares of barren desert. His solar farm stretched across the land like a sea of mirrors. Drones flitted over the panel arrays, each one guided by Leviathan's signals. Birds didn't come here anymore.
"I want to stay human," Arslan said eventually. "At least until we need more."
> "When is 'more'?"
He tapped the Omnitrix face.
"When this hits 0. And I can finally pick someone other than Gray Matter or Upgrade. That's when I decide who I want to become. Not just use."
> "Understood. Preparing augmentation contingency blueprints. In case you change your mind."
"Do that."
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Arslan turned back. One last object floated inside the transfer beam.
An orb. Made of unstable crystal, drawn from some obscure mecha series nobody remembered. It pulsed with chaotic electromagnetic potential.
"Last question," Arslan said.
"Do we go public?"
Omni paused.
> "You have no enemies yet. No allies either. Going public creates both."
"So…?"
> "Wait. Grow. Build Leviathan 2.0. Then ask again."
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