Chapitre 1: Armed Debut
Dying was not what I thought it was. It had given me a chance that I had not thought possible. Because of my death, which was rather gruesome, I have come to be the owner of a twelve level weapon, an Omnitrix. Well, according to the creator of the Omnitrix, it was a peace keeping device made to forge intergalactic relations with other species by changing into their best example after scanning their DNA. But, a wise robot once said men of peace create weapons of war and the Omnitrix is the ultimate weapon of war, just as Vilgax wanted to use it for.
Any way, the Omnitrix I have in my possession is the ultimate form, created by ROB just for me. It has an infinite source of energy with no possible drawback of my DNA regressing to become an alien's DNA. The master protocol has also been activated together with all the security protocols to avoid it been stolen from me.
While others would have left it at that, I had the foresight of including two more wishes. One of them was having Bang's, from the One Punch Man verse, martial arts prowess and the next is to have Atomic Samurai's, also from the same verse, sword expertise. With those two, I was ready to face the world.
But, I was wrong. The ROB had decided to fuck me royally by sending me to the DC universe. Well, sure it wasn't the 40K universe and I was glad for it, DC came with its own problems which were too many nigh omnipotent beings in every nooks and crevices! Fuck! I was intruding in their well placed chess pieces and I knew it was only a matter of time before they obliterate me, not even Alien X can bring me back. So, I decided to be the perfect pawn and what better way than to become a hero.
Being a villain meant I was defiant and being an anti hero meant I did not respect authority. Heroes in this verse are common to being well liked and more soft hearted than in other verses and if those beings would associate me to them, I would be safe for the time being. So, this brings me to the present, a bank robbery was taking place and I was about to debut in my superhero career.
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I watched the robbery from the rooftop of an adjecent building as I contemplated on what to do. I knew this was real life, if those robbers were to see me burst through into the bank, they would start firing at me and it would end in a bloody way. So, I either had to change into a smaller form or wait for them to get out.
The problem with a smaller form was that I had smaller chances of winning if one of the robbers was a metahuman. Metahumans are the mutants of DC universe without the possibility of horrible inhuman like mutations. Just as I was debating on what to do, the robbers finally came out of the bank in a hurry, carrying bags filled with cash. At least they were smart for they had brought an upgraded muscle car. While it limited the amount they could carry, it was good for a quick get away.
"Four arms it is then," I said to myself as I dialed on the Omnitrix. A silhouette with four arms appeared on the screen and I pressed on it. Don't wanna break my spanking new Omnitrix because I wanna look like a certain idiot.
This was my first time changing and it felt...strange. I could feel I became bigger in musculature, skeletal frame and organs. I expected it to hurt but it just happened and in the next second, I was a eleven foot tall, red skinned, bald, four green eyed, four armed, well jacked alien.
"Whoa," I exclaimed trippily as I clenched and unclenched my four fists at the same time. One would expect to feel a certain uncoordinated due to turning from a two armed human to a four armed alien, but it was all natural. I didn't even feel a lag in response! "Fucking cool!" I was however awoken from myself inspection when I heard tires screeching further away. Looking down, I could see the muscle car speeding away, bringing me back to the matter at hand.
"Right, I have criminals to catch, I will check if my dick is bigger later," I said to myself.
Four Arms, the alien I changed into, was from an alien warrior race bred just for wars. His entire body was a weapon and mixed with my, well not exactly mine, martial prowess, became even more deadly. I jumped off the roof, soaring across the sky before free falling. I knew how to land just right, while also leaping off at my pace. Though I grimaced a little when I saw the crater I left behind, making me adjust the strength I leapt off the ground the next time that instead of a crater, what was left was a few cracks.
Even though the leap was not powerful, it was still much faster than running, which brought me right in front of the muscle car at the fourth jump.
I could see the shock and fright of the robbers when they saw me, which was what I wanted. First impressions are what that matters and nothing like a four armed jacked alien to scare the crap out of criminals. The car slammed into my outstretched arms, making me realize just how large the arms were if I could hook into one front tire to the other. To mitigate the kinetic energy, I allowed myself to be pushed back, just enough to stop the car.
"Holy shit! What the fuck is that!" I heard one of the robbers exclaim in fright.
'Rude little shit,' I cursed back at him.
"What are you doing, drive him over!" another panickly advised the driver and he complied, pressing on the gas pedal. But, I already had my footing and they were not going anywhere.
"You boys ever heard of an alley-oop?" I asked, noting my voice was deeper.
"What?" one of them asked in confusion. I proceeded to lift the car from the front bender, thanking my lick stars it did not snap off. The men inside started panicking, even more so when I swung the car like it was a discus and they resorted to screaming their lungs out when I threw them to the sky.
"Huh, nice throw," I said to myself as I watched the car fly higher than any building nearby, before it came to a standstill and started barrelling down. The screams became even louder that I could hear them from all the way up there. I leaped up to them, got hold of the car and landed back down. Sure, I t wasn't graceful but I'm sure the car's occupants were more than scared. I set the car down and glared at them as I proceeded to rip out the entire hood compartment , watching as they shuddered and flinched backwards.
"This is my first and final warning to you guys. Next time you decide to commit a crime, I will not catch car," I warned them, watching them nod so hard their heads almost bounced off. I could hear the police sirens which meant it was my time to go. Cops hate vigilantes, more so an alien vigilante or rather one that could turn into aliens. Giving me a final glare, I leapt to a nearby building's roof as the police cars approaches the wrecked vehicle.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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