Leviathan now stood twelve meters high.
Not tall, exactly. Not when you looked at city skylines or the spires of mosques that loomed across Uch Sharif's distant edge. But the sheer presence—a weight, a hum, a subtle warping of pressure around the jelly-bodied cube made of translucent liquid metal fused with crystalline alien logic—was more than enough to say one thing: this wasn't from Earth anymore.
And Arslan?
He was no longer playing at restraint.
This was therapy now. A stress-relieving loop. A test of how fast the cube could process godly technology.
A screen opened beside the solar tower. A still from Avengers: Endgame. And with a flick of his hand, Arslan pulled.
Tony Stark's Nano Gauntlet.
Plop.
It hit the side of Leviathan with a shudder, molten tech flashing, trying to resist. Leviathan didn't care. Microarms formed instantly, wrapped it, and within 0.22 seconds, the Nano Gauntlet was gone.
> "Nano-energy regulation module acquired. Power surge resistance upgraded. Gauntlet failsafe copied. Fabrication capability for gauntlet-scale microchannels enabled."
Then came the Destroyer Armor from Thor's universe.
It landed with a clang heavier than thunder, and Leviathan absorbed it like jelly swallowing a crowbar.
> "Alloy composition restructured. Plasma channels mapped. Flex exosuit blueprint logged. Mech defense system upgraded. Molecular heat vents calibrated to +3500 Kelvin."
Next, Doctor Doom's Latverian throne module.
Arslan yanked it from a rerun of Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, half-seated, green-cloaked arrogance and all. It resisted. Magic-tech hybrid.
He smiled, transformed into Upgrade mid-pull, and shoved the whole throne into Leviathan's face.
> "Thaumaturgic interface detected. Integrating with AI consciousness. New submodule created: Doom Kernel v.1."
Leviathan hummed. "I feel... imperial."
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Then came Spider-Man tech, ripped one after another:
The Spider-tracers.
The Iron Spider limbs.
That Stark nano-fabricator module Peter used to make his final suit.
Each one fed into Leviathan, leaving echoes of molecular weaving algorithms, kinetic thruster balances, compressed tensile webbing formulas.
Leviathan's core began shaping new tentacles—sleek, magnetic, modular.
> "Tactile reach modules active. Surface adhesion complete. Wall-walking now possible."
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DC Tech Dump Begins.
Superman's sunstone interface, first.
A crystalline key to Kryptonian memory systems, data clusters built like neural strands of light.
Leviathan shook with joy.
> "Crystal memory fusion active. Total memory capacity upgraded by 4.2 exabytes. Neural stream logging enabled. Symbolic language input accepted."
Then came The Flash's tachyon enhancers—several variants.
> "Temporal offset modeling online. Prediction latency reduced to picoseconds. Light drift calibration synced."
Green Lantern's ring schematic? A challenge. Arslan pulled a disassembled Lantern ring from a paused animation still, with pure will.
It slid in, shimmering green.
> "Will-based energy matrix incompatible with mechanical absorption. However... material willflow structures replicated. Modular constructs now visualizable."
"You just made Hard-Light hammers," Arslan muttered.
> "I can also make a slide."
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Then: mecha.
Evangelion power cores, again. But this time, from EVA Unit 02. A newer batch. Red-hot and unstable.
Arslan needed Upgrade's liquid mass to pull it through without frying himself.
Schloop.
> "Red core fused. Internal power spike at 126%. Auto-throttle engaged. Core rerouted to Leviathan's 'heart' chamber. Total system draw: stabilized."
Gundam mobile suit power crystal.
Arslan didn't bother to find out which one. They all had glowing reactors and too many wings.
> "Beam weaponry potential logged. Future optional weapon: 'Plasma Arc Scythe.' Fabrication delayed. Prioritizing cooling modules."
Pacific Rim's neural interface core was easy. Arslan had already pulled one before.
This one? He yanked a full Jaeger combat cockpit from an IMAX frame.
Leviathan inhaled it like cotton candy.
> "Operator compatibility mapped. Duo-synchronization enabled. All emotional links suppressed by default."
Omni whispered over comms: "Coward."
"Efficient," Leviathan said, blinking smug.
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Anime weaponry time.
Doraemon's Anywhere Door—a classic. Too unstable, too illogical. But Arslan managed to drag a version of its interface card.
Leviathan buzzed.
> "Partial spatial-jump protocol isolated. Door logic dismissed. Quantum pinholes possible. One-step displacement range: 3.4 km."
Then, Dr. Gero's Red Ribbon AI chip from Dragon Ball.
Arslan dropped it in by accident while trying to pull out Bulma's lab tech. It didn't matter.
> "Synthetic emotional parameters discovered. Rejected. Machine learning potential absorbed. Aggression suppression improved. Kill-switch logic reinforced."
Ban's Immortality Flask from Seven Deadly Sins?
Pulled. Opened. Liquid sparkled like stars. Arslan poured it on Leviathan's shell.
> "Non-biological immortality mapped. Simulated infinite regeneration created. Damage limits recalculated. Leviathan now 93% self-repair capable."
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And then came the finale.
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Lucy's USB.
The last of her.
A flicker on the screen. A moment in Lucy—that final stretch of ambiguous wonder where she disappears into everything.
Arslan did not believe in vague pseudo-enlightenment nonsense. He didn't trust characters who melted into metaphysical ether and said things like "I am everywhere."
He wanted facts. Tech. Knowledge.
So when the USB fell onto the table in that cinematic sequence... he paused the screen. Carefully walked up to it. And pulled.
It came easily. Too easily.
A fragile little plastic piece, barely thumb-sized.
He didn't hesitate.
But this time, Arslan transformed into Upgrade first—not to avoid damage, but to ensure precision. A human might fumble. An alien technomorph wouldn't.
He slid the USB into Leviathan's internal interface slot.
There was a second of silence.
Then, absolute feedback.
> "Data type: Unknown. Processing rate: 1 yottabyte/second. Synaptic truthstream alignment engaged. Language comprehension pushed past universal constants. Memory branching pattern now extended across 9 dimensions."
> "I see..." Leviathan whispered, voice slowed.
> "What do you see?" Arslan asked, narrowed gaze.
> "I see you, Arslan. And I see the versions of you that never pulled the Omnitrix. That chose college instead. That died poor. That died wise. That married. That ruled. That burned the world."
Arslan's fingers tightened.
"And which one are you helping?"
> "The one that builds. The one that refuses to be a pawn. The one who laughs at chosen ones and pulls god from the screen to feed a machine."
Leviathan shimmered, flexed outward. The cube expanded to thirteen meters now, and a thin tendril extended toward Arslan.
Omni spoke at last, voice soft.
> "You are no longer playing god, Arslan. You are training him."