Capítulo 11: Part 10
The next few days felt like a blur—days filled with sterile rooms, endless tests, and the suffocating silence that came with each procedure. I was injected with substances that made my muscles burn and my mind race. Machines hummed as they monitored my heart rate, my brain activity, my every reaction. The physical enhancements were just the beginning. They pushed me further than I had ever imagined, testing my limits, building my body to withstand pain, to endure what others couldn't. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I didn't relent.
They kept me in a small, featureless room when the procedures weren't happening, a place where I could recover for a few hours before the next round of tests. But recovery never felt like a reprieve. It was merely a temporary pause in a process that was slowly changing me—shaping me into something different. Something better.
One morning, I woke to find a man standing by my door. He wasn't one of the doctors or scientists; his presence was different. His demeanor was that of someone in charge, someone who commanded respect without saying a word. He had the same cold, calculating look as the man who had first brought me here, but there was something else in his eyes. It was an intensity that burned like fire, as though he had seen and done things that most people couldn't even begin to understand.
"Psychobi," he said, his voice smooth and deep. "It's time for the next phase."
I stood up without asking any questions. I had learned long ago that questions were pointless. The only thing that mattered was my evolution. I was ready.
He led me down a hallway, my steps echoing against the concrete. We passed several doors, each one leading to something that I knew I wasn't ready to understand yet. It was a place of purpose—of control. Every movement was deliberate, every action calculated. The walls seemed to pulse with energy, as if the entire facility was alive, breathing with potential.
We reached a large steel door at the end of the hall. The man punched in a code on the keypad next to it, and the door slid open with a heavy, mechanical hiss. Beyond the door, a large, open space awaited. It was dimly lit, with rows of monitors lining the walls. At the center of the room was a chair, surrounded by instruments I couldn't identify.
"Sit," the man ordered, his tone clipped, commanding.
I obeyed without hesitation. As I lowered myself into the chair, I felt a sense of unease settle over me, but I ignored it. This was what I had been waiting for.
The room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with tension. The man attached electrodes to my head, sending a jolt of electricity through my brain. My vision blurred for a moment as I felt a strange sensation sweep over me—a mix of euphoria and discomfort, as if my mind was expanding beyond its limits. The room spun, and then the world went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the same place. I was standing in an empty, white room, completely disoriented. The air was sterile, and everything around me seemed strangely muted. But then, slowly, a figure emerged from the shadows.
It was me.
The person standing before me was identical in every way—the same height, the same features. But there was something different in his eyes. A coldness. An emptiness. He smiled, but it wasn't a smile that spoke of warmth or kindness. It was a smile that spoke of power—of control.
"You've come a long way," the figure said, his voice almost identical to mine, though more confident, more commanding. "But there's still more to do."
I felt a chill run down my spine. "What is this?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"This is the final test," the figure replied, stepping closer. "You see, there's more to you than just the body, the mind, the desires. There's a part of you that's been locked away—something buried deep inside. Something that, once unlocked, will change everything."
I tried to back away, but my feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. The figure reached out, placing his hand on my shoulder, and for a moment, I felt a surge of power rush through me. It was like I was seeing myself for the first time—not as the fragile, confused creature I had once been, but as something… stronger. Something infinite.
"You're ready," the figure whispered. "You're ready to become the ultimate version of yourself. The true Psychobi."
A flash of memory hit me—of all the people I had hurt, of the animals I had tortured, of the bodies I had left behind. It had always been about control, about power. But this… this was something else. This was the culmination of everything I had worked for.
The figure smiled again, his eyes gleaming with the same hunger that burned inside me. "Embrace it," he said. "You're not just a killer. You're a force of nature."
I looked at him, at the reflection of myself, and something inside me clicked. This wasn't just about transcending my past. This was about controlling my future, shaping the world according to my desires.
I was ready. I had become what I was meant to be.
The world was mine for the taking.
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