The human world smells different. Clean, metallic, and sharp. A scent that promises control, precision, and possibilities.
Securing a lab wasn't difficult. Not for me.
A little invention here, a minor upgrade to military-grade weapons there—nothing super-advanced, just improvements that made their engineers nod with approval and pocket the blueprints without a second thought. In return? A few million in cold, tangible money. Enough to build a proper workspace.
I purchased a house, nothing extravagant, but spacious enough for everything I needed: workbenches, containment fields, potion racks, magical storage, and of course, space for Titan blood experimentation. The walls are lined with bookshelves, journals stacked meticulously, diagrams pinned neatly like constellations on every surface.
Once settled, I begin the work I truly crave.
Titan blood.
The vial pulses faintly in my hands, a heartbeat older than time itself. I study it under magnification, cross-referencing properties with magical glyphs and scientific variables. How it reacts to heat, light, catalysts. Its stability over time. Its compatibility with my own glyph constructs. Every drop is a universe waiting to be understood.
I also study biology—human, witch, and otherwise. I brought back specimens from the Demon Realm: some alive, some… less so. Corpses of witches, carefully preserved, dissected, and studied. Not ethical. Not kind. But knowledge is not bound by morality. If I want to survive, thrive, and surpass every being I know, I need the truth, not the comforting lies morality offers.
Potion materials, rare plants, magical residues, and concoctions fill my shelves and counters. I create micro-labs within the lab itself, isolated workstations where volatile ingredients can't interact with the rest of my collection. I run simulations, take notes, design experiments—each day pushing myself further.
And my mind—oh, my mind thrives.
I have intelligence beyond the average human, beyond even the brightest minds, thanks to Perceptroom and every step I've taken so far. But intelligence without applied knowledge is nothing. I read, I memorize, I calculate, I theorize. I combine science and magic in ways no one alive has dared.
I can already feel it: I am becoming unstoppable. Not in a brute-force way, not through sheer power. But by understanding. By foresight. By knowledge made tangible.
The Boiling Isles taught me magic. Gravity Falls taught me anomalies. The human world provides tools.
With these three, there is nothing I cannot accomplish.
And I am only just beginning.