The training regimen they put me through was beyond anything I had ever imagined-brutal, relentless, and utterly inhuman. It wasn't just about pushing my body to its limits; it was about breaking me down completely and reshaping me into something else, something more. Every day was a new kind of hell, designed to test the full extent of the One Above All and force me to master it, no matter the cost.
The first part of the training focused on raw strength. They locked me in a reinforced chamber, walls lined with dense, unbreakable metal. My task was simple: destroy everything in the room. But the catch was that the walls were constantly closing in on me, the ceiling slowly descending. I had to punch, kick, and smash my way out before I was crushed. The Void Smash became my lifeline. Every punch I threw sent shockwaves reverberating through the room, shattering the walls, but it wasn't enough to stop the relentless advance of the chamber. I had to hit harder, faster, pushing the energy within me to its absolute limit until I could finally break free. My knuckles were torn and bleeding, but I kept going, the dark energy from the One Above All flooding my veins, driving me to keep fighting.
Next came speed. They strapped me into a suit lined with sensors, then dropped me into a labyrinth filled with automated turrets, lasers, and all manner of traps. The goal was to make it to the center in the shortest amount of time. But the moment I stepped inside, the walls shifted, the floor gave way, and the traps activated. It was a death maze, designed to kill anyone who wasn't fast enough. That's when I developed the Shadow Step. The first time I used it, it felt like my body was tearing apart, the speed was too much for my muscles to handle. But I had no choice. I had to keep moving, faster and faster, until I became nothing but a blur, slipping past the traps, dodging the lasers, and outrunning the turrets. By the time I reached the center, I was barely standing, my muscles screaming in agony, but I had done it. I had survived.
But speed and strength were just the beginning. They wanted to test my control over the dark energy coursing through me. They put me in an arena, surrounded by robotic enemies, each one programmed to attack relentlessly. That's when I created the Dark Whip. The energy whips lashed out from my hands, crackling with power as they tore through the robots, slicing them apart, ensnaring them, and immobilizing them. But the robots kept coming, wave after wave, faster and stronger each time. I had to keep fighting, keep controlling the whips, mastering the energy so that it obeyed my will without hesitation.
The Eclipse Beam came next. They placed me in a chamber with a single, towering target-a massive robot designed to withstand even the strongest attacks. My task was to destroy it. I focused all the energy within me, channeling it into a single, concentrated beam. The first time I fired it, the recoil nearly knocked me off my feet, but the beam pierced straight through the robot's armor, leaving a smoking hole in its chest. But they weren't satisfied with just one target. They kept sending more, each one tougher than the last, until I could fire the beam at will, controlling its power and intensity, making it stronger, more destructive.
For defense, they introduced the Dark Aegis. They pitted me against enemies that were faster, stronger, and more vicious than anything I had faced before. My only chance was to protect myself. The first time I activated the Aegis, the dark energy formed a barrier around me, absorbing the blows, deflecting the attacks. But they kept pushing, kept attacking, forcing me to strengthen the shield, to make it impenetrable. Every hit made it stronger, every attack fueled the energy within the shield, until nothing could break through it.
But they weren't done. They wanted to see how far I could push my combat abilities. That's when the Phantom Strike was born. They made me fight multiple opponents at once, each one skilled, each one deadly. I had to be faster than them, strike before they could react. The Phantom Strike allowed me to deliver rapid, high-speed attacks in quick succession, each one infused with energy, each one more powerful than the last. It became a dance of death, a blur of motion, until my enemies were nothing but shattered remains.
The Oblivion Wave came next, designed for crowd control. They dropped me into a pit filled with enemies, all coming at me from every direction. I focused, drawing the energy from within, and released it in a wide-area wave that knocked them all back, sending them flying, damaging everything within its radius. But the enemies kept coming, wave after wave, and I had to keep releasing the Oblivion Wave, over and over, until it became second nature, until I could control the intensity, the direction, the force of it.
Then came the Nightmare Grasp. They placed me in scenarios where I had to manipulate objects from a distance, or crush enemies with sheer force. The dark energy extended from my hands, forming large claws that could slash, crush, and manipulate anything in their path. It became an extension of my will, allowing me to reach out and destroy anything in my way.
But the most brutal part of the training was the Chaos Burst. They placed me in situations where my enemies had abilities that could disrupt mine. I had to find a way to break through, to disrupt their powers before they could disrupt mine. The Chaos Burst became my answer, a powerful burst of energy that radiated from me, disrupting their abilities, shattering their defenses, and causing significant damage. It was a desperate move, a last-ditch effort to survive, but it worked.
Finally, there was the Fallen Star. They made me face off against enemies that were too strong, too powerful to defeat with conventional means. That's when I developed the Fallen Star, a move that allowed me to leap into the air and come crashing down with immense force, creating a massive shockwave upon impact. It was devastating, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
But even as I mastered these abilities, even as I became the weapon they wanted me to be, I noticed something. The pills they were giving me-they weren't working like they used to. At first, they had been my lifeline, the thing that kept me going, that kept me sane. But now...now the effects were becoming dull. It was like my body was adapting to them, building a resistance.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized what was happening. My body was adapting to the pills, just like it had adapted to the experiments, to the pain, to the power of the One Above All. I was changing, evolving, becoming something else-something more than just their puppet.
If I bided my time, if I played along, pretended to be their obedient little weapon, I could turn this to my advantage. I could wait until the right moment, until I had complete control over the One Above All, until I had adapted fully to the pills, until they no longer had any hold over me.
And when that moment came...I would destroy this place. I would tear it apart, brick by brick, and make sure that everyone in this place will pay for what they have done to me
Every day, the training grew more intense, more brutal, as if they were trying to push me to the breaking point. But something had changed. Where once I struggled, now I excelled. Where once I feared, now I dominated. The power of the One Above All was no longer a burden or a curse-it was mine. I could feel it coursing through my veins, resonating with every fiber of my being. It was no longer an external force trying to break free; it had become an extension of myself.
The first signs of my adaptation came during one of the usual combat sessions. They pitted me against one of their newest creations-an enhanced combat droid designed specifically to counter my abilities. It was faster, stronger, more agile than anything I had faced before, and it was programmed to exploit my weaknesses. But as the fight began, something inside me clicked. My movements became fluid, instinctive. I didn't just react to the droid's attacks; I anticipated them. I dodged with precision, countered with devastating force, and unleashed a Phantom Strike so fast that the droid couldn't even register the attacks before it was in pieces on the ground.
The technicians watching from above seemed stunned, their expressions hidden behind reflective visors, but I could feel their shock. They had expected me to struggle, to be overwhelmed. Instead, I had dismantled their creation in seconds.
The next test involved endurance-a marathon of torture disguised as a training session. They activated the chamber's gravity field, increasing it to five times the normal level. The pressure was immense, crushing, but instead of being overwhelmed, I stood tall. The weight that should have forced me to my knees felt like a minor inconvenience. With each step, I grew more accustomed to the pressure, my muscles adapting, my bones reinforcing themselves. They sent in waves of drones to attack me, but they were nothing. With each punch, each kick, I sent them flying, Void Smashes tearing through their ranks as if they were made of paper.
As the gravity continued to increase, I felt my body adjusting in real time, compensating for the added stress. My bones hardened, my muscles strengthened, and the energy within me surged, fueling me, pushing me beyond any limits they had tried to impose. By the time the gravity had reached ten times normal, I was still moving, still fighting, while the drones fell one after another, unable to keep up with my relentless assault.
The most telling moment came when they decided to test the limits of my energy manipulation. They placed me in a chamber surrounded by reflective panels, each one designed to redirect energy attacks back at the source. They ordered me to unleash the Eclipse Beam, knowing full well that it would bounce back and hit me from all sides. But as I channeled the dark energy into my hands, I could feel the difference. The energy was no longer a chaotic force to be tamed-it was a tool, a weapon that responded to my will.
I released the Eclipse Beam, but instead of letting it scatter, I controlled it, guiding the beam through the maze of panels, directing it with pinpoint precision. The energy bent to my will, avoiding the reflective surfaces, twisting and turning until it found the target at the center of the chamber. The explosion was spectacular, the target obliterated in a burst of light and dark energy. And when the technicians came to inspect the chamber, they found not a single scratch on the panels. I had controlled the energy so perfectly that it had passed through without leaving a trace.
From that point on, the changes became more and more apparent. The pills they forced on me, the ones laced with mind-control elixirs, had almost no effect now. I could feel my body filtering out the toxins, neutralizing them before they could take hold. The small doses that had once bent my will were now nothing more than a nuisance. I could play their game, pretend to be under their control, while slowly but surely regaining my autonomy.
My speed reached new heights. Shadow Step became more than just a burst of speed-it was a way of moving through space itself. I could feel the fabric of reality bending as I moved, allowing me to traverse distances in the blink of an eye. The drones they sent after me couldn't keep up; even the most advanced models were left flailing as I appeared behind them, striking with lethal precision before they could react.
The Dark Whip evolved as well. The energy whips I used to control were now extensions of myself, responsive to my thoughts and emotions. I could manipulate their length, their shape, even their density. They could become solid, slicing through steel, or intangible, passing through obstacles before striking their target. I used them to snare enemies, to pull them apart, to destroy everything in my path.
And then there was the Chaos Burst. What had once been a desperate move became a tactical advantage. I could feel the energy building within me, a storm waiting to be unleashed. When I released it, the burst disrupted everything around me-machines short-circuited, drones fell from the sky, even the air seemed to crackle with energy. The technicians scrambled to find new ways to counter it, but nothing worked. I had mastered the Chaos Burst, and with it, I could disrupt any attack, any defense, leaving my enemies vulnerable and exposed.
But perhaps the most significant change was in my control over the One Above All. The dark energy that had once threatened to consume me was now fully integrated into my being. I could feel its power at all times, a steady, endless source of strength that I could draw upon at will. I no longer feared losing control; I was in control. The energy responded to my every command, allowing me to channel it into my attacks, my defenses, even into my very body.
Void Smash became an extension of that control. The shockwaves I created were no longer random bursts of power-they were precise, targeted, capable of tearing through anything in their path. I could focus the energy into a single point, creating an explosion of force that could level entire structures. The impact of my punches sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the very earth beneath my feet.
The more I trained, the more I realized that my body was changing in ways they hadn't anticipated. The pills, the experiments, the brutal training-they had all been designed to break me down, to mold me into their weapon. But instead, they had made me stronger, more resilient. My body wasn't just adapting-it was evolving. Every challenge they threw at me only made me more powerful, more dangerous.
But I couldn't let them know that. I had to keep up the act, had to let them think they were still in control. I took the pills when they offered them, played the obedient puppet during the training sessions, and kept my true strength hidden from them. I knew that if they realized how far I had come, they would try to take drastic measures. They would see me as a threat, something to be neutralized rather than controlled.
So I bided my time, waiting for the right moment. Every day I grew stronger, every day I honed my skills, perfecting the abilities that they had forced upon me. I had become everything they wanted-no, more than they wanted. I had surpassed their expectations, exceeded their designs.
And soon, when the time was right, I would use that strength to destroy them all. Dr. Kurokiri, the technicians, the guards-they would all pay for what they had done to me. I would tear this place apart, brick by brick, until there was nothing left but ruins. And then, I would find my way back to the surface, back to the world they had taken me from.
But not as the same person who had been captured all those months ago. No, I was something else now, something more.
I was the One Above All.
And nothing, nothing, would stand in my way.