Its a remake of my story ben 10 the sentinel of peace with improved grammar and story

Chapter 1: The Rise of Hero

In the vast expanse of the universe, home to countless intelligent beings and species, lies the Milky Way Galaxy—home to the most brilliant mind in existence. His name is Azmuth, a member of the Galvan species, a race of 4-inch-tall, bipedal, amphibian-like beings. His face is triangular, his eyes sharp and calculating, and his mind unmatched.

For years, Azmuth had distanced himself from his homeworld, isolating himself on the dangerous wasteland planet of Xenon. In the depths of this desolate world, he built a secret laboratory, dedicating himself to a project that could change the course of the universe: the Omnitrix—a device of unimaginable potential.

In the right hands, it could be a beacon of peace. In the wrong hands, it could become the most dangerous weapon ever created.

Azmuth knew all too well how power could corrupt. Even the Plumbers, the galaxy's intergalactic peacekeepers, were not immune to greed and deception. Though they claimed to uphold justice, corruption had already begun to take root within their ranks.

That was why he had to be careful. He needed a wielder who was incorruptible—someone who would use the Omnitrix for the right reasons. And after combing through the Plumbers' records, he found only one name that truly stood above the rest.

Max Tennyson.

A human. But not just any human. In Azmuth's eyes—and in the eyes of many within the Plumbers—Max was the greatest of them all. He had stopped wars, defeated warlords, and even faced down Vilgax, the most feared tyrant in the universe.

Most importantly, Max always made the right choice in the end.

Azmuth made his decision. He programmed Max's DNA into the Omnitrix, ensuring that no one else could use it. With the final modifications nearly complete, he prepared to send the device to its destined wielder.

Then, a voice interrupted him.

"Are you sure this is a wise decision, Azmuth?"

Azmuth didn't turn. He knew that voice well.

Professor Paradox.

A mysterious, time-traveling human, his presence alone meant that something important was about to unfold. Dressed in a long white lab coat and wearing green-tinted goggles, Paradox always spoke in riddles, yet his words carried weight.

Azmuth finally turned to face him, narrowing his eyes. "Are you suggesting Max is not a good choice?"

Paradox shook his head. "Not at all. Max is an excellent choice. If he accepts, he could wield the Omnitrix for perhaps thirty years in human time." He paused, his expression unreadable. "But for many species, that's the blink of an eye."

Azmuth sighed. "I know that. But right now, he is the only one I trust with it. When the time comes, I will find another."

Paradox's smile was cryptic, as always. "That's where I come in. I've already found someone—someone who fits your criteria. The perfect wielder. The Peace Maker."

Azmuth arched a brow. "Oh? And who is this so-called Peace Maker? I highly doubt he could be better than Max."

Paradox chuckled. "For once, Azmuth, you're wrong. This boy will surpass all your expectations. He will become the greatest hero of his world and beyond. He will make choices that even I cannot predict."

Azmuth's curiosity piqued. "Greatest hero? Unpredictable? You have my attention, Time Walker. Who is this remarkable individual you speak of?"

Paradox raised his hand, and a glowing hologram flickered into existence.

A nine-year-old boy stood before them, grinning with untamed energy, his messy brown hair and wide green eyes full of youthful mischief.

Azmuth stared in silence.

Azmuth's eyes narrowed as he stared at the hologram of the young boy. His voice rose in frustration.

"Are you kidding me? This is not a child's play! How can you suggest that a mere child—a human child, no less—could bear the responsibility of bringing peace to the universe?"

Paradox, unfazed by Azmuth's outburst, adjusted his green-tinted goggles. "This is no ordinary human child. He is the grandson of Max Tennyson."

Azmuth scoffed. "I don't care if he's the grandson of Max! He's still a child! A child who depends on his parents for everything. I cannot entrust the weight of the universe onto his shoulders."

Paradox sighed, shaking his head. "I understand your concerns, but have you considered what will happen if you give the Omnitrix to Max instead? It will cause a stir among the Plumbers. Many will try to take it for themselves. And worst of all…" He paused for effect. "Vilgax will come for it."

Azmuth stiffened. "The Plumbers, I understand. But how could Vilgax possibly know about the Omnitrix? Not even the high-ranking Plumber officials are aware of its existence."

Paradox's expression darkened. "Unfortunately, he knows. He has been searching for it for over three centuries."

Azmuth's eyes widened. "That's impossible! How?"

Paradox folded his arms. "A rogue Chronosapien named Maltruant. But don't expect me to explain further."

Azmuth gritted his teeth. If Vilgax had known about the Omnitrix for so long, then time was no longer on his side.

Paradox continued. "Trust me, Azmuth. I have seen Ben's future, across countless timelines. Of all his multiversal counterparts, this one—this Ben Tennyson—will be the greatest of them all."

Azmuth exhaled sharply. "So I have no choice but to take your word for it."

Paradox smirked. "More or less."

Azmuth crossed his arms. "If I am to trust you, then hear this—I will not simply throw this child into battle. He must be trained, both in combat and diplomacy. He must learn to wield the Omnitrix properly. And until the time is right, no one must know of his existence."

Paradox nodded approvingly. "I expected nothing less. Train him on Primus. Keep him hidden from prying eyes."

Azmuth scowled. "You're suggesting I kidnap a child from his family, train him, and babysit him?"

Paradox simply smiled and said nothing.

Azmuth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. I will take him to Primus. I still need time to complete the Omnitrix, at least a year."

Paradox reached into his coat and tossed a small device toward Azmuth.

Azmuth caught it, inspecting the strange mechanism. "What is this?"

"Something useful," Paradox replied cryptically.

Azmuth activated the device, and the Omnitrix suddenly lit up.

"DNA Sample Acquired: Celestialsapien."

Azmuth's eyes widened in shock. "You… you went to the Forge of Creation?!"

Paradox merely nodded.

Azmuth stood in stunned silence before shaking his head. "You truly are a troublesome being, Time Walker."

Paradox chuckled. "I hear that a lot." He then adjusted his coat. "Well, my business here is done. The Omnitrix will reach its rightful owner when the time comes."

Azmuth hesitated before asking, "What is his name?"

Paradox smiled. "Ben Tennyson."

And with that, he vanished, leaving Azmuth alone in his lab, staring at the glowing Omnitrix—the device that would one day shape the fate of the universe.

One Year Later

A ten-year-old Ben Tennyson stood outside his house, excitement bubbling in his chest. His emerald-green eyes gleamed with anticipation as he eagerly awaited the arrival of his Grandpa Max. This summer was going to be awesome—a cross-country road trip filled with adventure, junk food, and freedom!

At last, his wait ended. In the distance, the familiar Rust Bucket rumbled down the road, its old engine humming as it came to a stop in front of him. The door creaked open, and without hesitation, Ben hopped inside.

"Grandpa!" he greeted enthusiastically.

"Hey there, Ben," Max chuckled, patting his grandson's shoulder.

Before Ben could settle in, his gaze fell on a girl sitting across from him—a girl with fiery ginger hair and piercing green eyes, his age. His stomach dropped.

"What are you doing here?" Ben blurted out, his excitement immediately souring.

The girl folded her arms, her tone dripping with annoyance. "I'm here to spend my summer vacation with Grandpa."

Ben's eye twitched. "Grandpa… don't tell me you planned this."

Max smiled warmly. "Ben, I thought this would be a great opportunity for you two to bond. You might even learn something from Gwen."

The words hit Ben harder than he expected. His summer excitement drained away, leaving behind only disappointment. Out of all people, he hadn't expected Grandpa Max to say something like that.

Ben knew he wasn't a top student—unlike Gwen, who excelled at everything. It had never bothered him before. But the constant comparisons, the nagging from his parents and relatives, that had worn him down. And now, his only escape from all that was ruined.

Still, he forced a response. "Okay, Grandpa." His voice lacked enthusiasm.

He slumped into his seat, staring out the window. The Rust Bucket rumbled down the highway, and before long, the sun had set.

That Night – The Campsite

They parked near a quiet forest clearing, where Max began preparing dinner. Gwen sat nearby, working on her laptop, while Ben sat in silence, replaying Max's words in his mind.

"Maybe Grandpa doesn't believe in me either…"

His thoughts were interrupted when a bowl was placed in front of him.

"Dinner's ready!" Max declared.

Ben blinked at the sight. His stomach twisted. "What… is this?"

"Marinated mealworms," Max replied cheerfully before popping a handful into his mouth.

Ben gagged. "Ugh! Grandpa, that's disgusting!"

"You don't know what you're missing, sport!" Max said between bites.

Ben pushed the bowl away. "I'm not hungry. I'm going for a walk." Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his jacket and stepped into the forest.

Ben wandered through the woods, hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind still clouded by frustration.

"Man, I didn't expect Grandpa to say something like that…" he muttered.

"Well, he's right."

Ben flinched and spun around. Gwen stood behind him, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

His frustration flared instantly. "What are you doing here? And what do you mean, 'he's right'?"

Gwen shrugged. "I came to make sure you don't get lost."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks for the concern."

Gwen ignored his sarcasm. "And I meant what Grandpa said. He wasn't trying to upset you—he just wants you to push yourself, to improve."

Ben clenched his fists. "That doesn't mean he has to say stuff like that! I came on this trip to get away from all the nagging, but it just followed me here!"

Gwen sighed. "Ben, they're just trying to help. Why can't you understand that?"

Ben scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe I don't want their help. Maybe I'm fine the way I am!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Fine? You barely pass your classes, you slack off whenever you can, and the only thing you put effort into is video games! Yeah, real fine, Ben."

Ben's jaw tightened. "Excuse me, Miss Perfect, but not everyone wants to be a know-it-all nerd like you."

That struck a nerve. Gwen's brows furrowed. "At least I actually try! You just expect everything to come easy. Newsflash, Ben: The world doesn't work like that!"

Ben groaned, turning away. "Oh, give it a rest, Gwen!"

"No, I won't! Because you don't listen to anyone! Maybe if you actually worked at something for once, people wouldn't have to keep telling you to do better!"

Ben whipped around, his face red with frustration. "Maybe if people stopped acting like I'm some kind of failure, I wouldn't have to hear it all the time!"

Gwen's glare softened for a second—but only for a second.

"Ben, no one thinks you're a failure. But you have to stop acting like a lazy little kid who doesn't care about anything."

Ben threw his hands up. "Maybe I don't care! Maybe I just want to have fun for once without someone breathing down my neck!"

Gwen scoffed. "Oh, right. Because life is just one big video game for you, huh?"

Ben gritted his teeth. "You know what? I'd rather have fun than be a stuck-up teacher's pet who thinks she's better than everyone!"

Gwen's fists clenched. "And I'd rather be smart than be a stubborn brat who throws a tantrum every time someone tells him the truth!"

Ben was about to fire back when something in the sky caught his eye.

A bright streak of light shot across the sky—headed straight for them.

"Uh… Gwen?" His voice shook. "That's not a shooting star… IT'S COMING RIGHT AT US!"

Gwen followed his gaze and her breath caught in her throat.

A massive fiery object blazed toward them, tearing through the sky like a comet.

Ben's survival instincts kicked in.

"RUN!"

And with that, both cousins sprinted for their lives as the object crashed toward them.

The fiery object crashed into the forest with a thunderous boom, shaking the ground violently. The shockwave sent Ben and Gwen tumbling backward, dirt and leaves flying everywhere.

Ben groaned, rubbing his head. "Okay… definitely not a shooting star."

Gwen coughed, pushing herself up. "No kidding. That thing hit like a meteor!"

The two of them cautiously approached the smoking crater, their eyes widening at what they saw.

Instead of a burning rock, a sleek metallic pod lay embedded in the ground, its surface pulsing with faint green energy.

Ben's curiosity spiked immediately. "Whoa, that is so cool!" He leaned closer, peering into the depths of the crater.

Gwen, on the other hand, took a few steps back. "Ben, we just saw something literally fall from space. Maybe—and hear me out here—we shouldn't get close to it!"

Ben smirked. "Where's your sense of adventure, Gwen? Don't you want to know what's inside?"

Gwen scoffed. "No, because I'm not an idiot!"

Before Ben could argue, the pod suddenly hissed, steam venting from its sides as it began to open on its own.

Both of them instinctively stepped back as the top of the pod peeled away, revealing a strange, hovering device inside. It was a smooth, spherical container, its surface rippling with alien symbols.

Ben's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Okay, now I really wanna check it out!"

Gwen grabbed his wrist. "Are you insane?! You have no idea what that thing is! It could be dangerous!"

Ben shrugged her off. "Or it could be the coolest thing ever!"

He took a step forward, but the ground crumbled beneath his feet, sending him tumbling into the crater.

"BEN!" Gwen rushed to the edge, her heart pounding. "Are you okay?!"

Ben groaned, pushing himself up. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He dusted himself off and looked up at the floating sphere, which now seemed to be reacting to his presence.

Gwen's voice was firm. "Ben, I'm serious. Don't touch it!"

Ben grinned. "Come on, aren't you even a little curious?"

"Not in the slightest!" Gwen huffed. "For all we know, it could explode, or mind-control you, or turn you into an alien zombie!"

Ben laughed. "You watch way too many sci-fi movies."

Before Gwen could argue further, the sphere opened with a soft hum, revealing something completely unexpected.

Inside was… a watch.

Ben blinked. "Wait. A watch? That's it?"

Gwen crossed her arms. "Huh. That's weirdly disappointing."

Ben reached out instinctively. "I mean, if it's just a watch, then—"

The moment his fingers brushed against it, the watch sprang to life.

"WARNING: DNA MATCH DETECTED."

Ben barely had time to react before the device lunged at him, latching onto his left wrist.

"GAH! WHAT THE—?!"

He stumbled backward, frantically trying to pry it off.

"Ben?! What did you do?!" Gwen shouted.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! IT ATTACKED ME!" Ben yelled, twisting and pulling at the watch, but it wouldn't budge.

Then, the device activated, emitting a calm but authoritative voice.

"DNA MATCH CONFIRMED. WELCOME, MAGISTER MAX TENNYSON."

Both Ben and Gwen froze.

Ben blinked. "Wait… did that thing just say Grandpa's name?!"

Gwen's eyes widened. "And what the heck is a 'Magister'?"

The voice continued. "PRIMUS ACCESS REQUIRED. INITIATING TELEPORTATION SEQUENCE."

Ben's heart dropped. "Wait, hold on—Teleportation?! NO, NO, NO, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"

A green energy field surrounded him, his body starting to dissolve into light.

Panic surged through him. "GWEN! GRANDPA! HELP ME!"

Gwen lunged forward, trying to grab him—but before her fingers could reach, Ben vanished in a blinding flash of green light.

The forest fell silent.

Gwen stood there, stunned, her outstretched hand trembling.

Ben was gone.

A flash of green light illuminated the dark chamber, and as it faded, Ben Tennyson found himself in a completely different environment. His eyes widened in shock.

Metallic walls surrounded him, sleek and futuristic, while a large window on the far side revealed a view of endless space. In the center of the room, resting on a metallic table, was a green cylindrical device, pulsating with glowing circuit lines.

Ben cautiously stepped forward, noticing a familiar hourglass symbol on top—the same as the one on his wrist.

His curiosity got the better of him. "What is this thing…?" he muttered, reaching out and pressing the symbol.

The cylinder hummed to life, releasing a sudden burst of green energy. Ben instinctively shielded his eyes as the entire room flashed brightly.

When the light died down, Ben blinked in surprise.

Standing before him was a girl.

She appeared to be about his age, with blonde hair and striking green eyes—similar to his, though with a slightly darker tint.

For a moment, Ben just stared.

"Whoa…" he thought, feeling a sudden warmth rush to his face. "She's… kind of cute."

The girl noticed him, then her eyes flickered to the Omnitrix on his wrist. Her expression turned serious as she spoke.

"Who are you?"

Ben snapped out of his daze. "Uh—Ben! Ben Tennyson. And you?"

The girl hesitated for a second before replying. "My name is Unitrix"

Ben frowned. "What kind of name is that?"

"I don't know. My creator named it," she said with a small shrug.

Ben scoffed. "Well, he clearly doesn't have a good taste in names."

Unitrix tilted her head again. "What do you mean?"

Ben's face turned slightly red as he realized what he had just implied. He quickly tried to recover. "I mean... well, look at you! You're, uh… beautiful, and yet you have this weird, robotic name. If I were the one who created you, I definitely wouldn't have called you something as strange as Unitrix."

Unitrix—no, the girl—seemed to process his words for a moment before asking, "Then… what name would you give me?"

Ben pondered for a few seconds before a name came to mind. "How about… Eunice?"

"Eunice?" she echoed, tilting her head again. "What does it mean?"

Ben struggled to come up with an answer. The truth was, he had blurted out the name on instinct. Panicking slightly, he grasped at the first thing that came to mind. "Uh… Eunice means joyful!"

Eunice smiled, her expression lighting up. "Eunice… I like it. It sounds nice. Thank you."

Ben scratched the back of his head, grinning awkwardly. "No problem."

Ben crossed his arms. "Okay, Eunice, do you have any idea where we are?"

Eunice gave a nod. "We're on a planet called Primus. It was created by Azmuth."

Ben frowned. "Okay… and why am I here?"

Eunice tilted her head. "You're here to train as a peacemaker of the universe."

Ben blinked. "Wait—what? Peacemaker? What does that even mean?"

Eunice glanced at his Omnitrix. "That device on your wrist is called the Omnitrix. It allows the wielder to transform into various alien species. It was meant to be given to Max Tennyson for this mission, but…" She trailed off.

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Max Tennyson? You mean my grandpa?"

Eunice nodded. "Yes. According to my records, Max Tennyson should be here instead of you. I don't understand why the Omnitrix chose you."

Ben scratched the back of his head. "Huh. So this was meant for Grandpa?"

"Yes."

Ben exhaled. "Okay, that's nice and all, but I'm not staying on some random planet to train. No way."

Eunice shrugged. "You don't have a choice. I can't send you back."

Ben's shoulders slumped as disappointment sank in. "Great. Just great."

Noticing his reaction, Eunice hesitated before speaking again. "How much do you know about your grandfather?"

Ben sighed. "I mean, I know he's a plumber."

Eunice shook her head. "Not that kind of plumber. He was part of an intergalactic peacekeeping force called the Plumbers. He wasn't just a repairman—he was one of the greatest heroes in the galaxy. His name is known across countless worlds."

Ben's eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait. Grandpa Max? A galactic hero? No way! He never told me anything about that!"

Before Eunice could respond, a sudden burst of green-white light filled the room.

When it faded, a small, frog-like alien with a triangular head stood before them.

Eunice immediately stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Azmuth."

Ben, meanwhile, stared in disbelief. "Wait… YOU'RE Azmuth? The guy who made the Omnitrix?"

Azmuth folded his tiny arms. "Yes, I am Azmuth, the First Thinker, the smartest being in the universe, and the creator of the Omnitrix."

Ben snickered. "Pfft. No offense, but I was expecting someone… taller."

Azmuth narrowed his eyes. "And I was expecting someone wiser to inherit my greatest creation, yet here we are."

Ben smirked. "Man, you remind me of Gwen. She also won't stop bragging about how smart she is."

Eunice let out a small giggle, while Azmuth shot her an annoyed look.

Ben crossed his arms. "Okay, smart guy, I've got questions. Why am I here? And who is she?" He gestured toward Eunice. "She popped out of some sci-fi tube and told me I'm supposed to be a 'peacemaker' or whatever."

Azmuth sighed. "She is Unitrix, a prototype of the Omnitrix. A living database capable of absorbing and adapting to different DNA structures."

Ben frowned. "Okay, first of all, you might be a genius, but you seriously lack naming skills."

Azmuth raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Ben scoffed. "You named her like some boring science project! She's not just a machine—you created her, so she's basically a person now. You can't just slap some robotic-sounding name on her like 'Unitrix' and call it a day. What's next? Naming someone 'Experiment 42' just because you made them? That's just lazy!"

He crossed his arms, huffing. "Look, I don't care how smart you are, but I really don't like it when people treat others like objects. Just because she started as some fancy tech project doesn't mean she's not real now."

Azmuth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. I will reconsider and assign her a proper name later." He clearly didn't want to drag the argument further.

Ben smirked. "No need. I already named her."

Azmuth raised a curious brow. "Oh? And what name did you come up with?"

Before Ben could answer, Eunice stepped forward with a bright smile. "Eunice."

Azmuth glanced at her. "And what does it mean?"

Eunice tilted her head slightly before answering. "Joyful."

For a moment, Azmuth was silent. Then, with a small huff, he muttered, "Hmph. Acceptable."

Ben grinned. "Glad you approve, Mr. Frog Genius."

Azmuth shot him an unimpressed look. "Don't push your luck, Tennyson."

Eunice giggled, and Ben couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.

Azmuth sighed. "Eunice is the Unitrix—a prototype version of the Omnitrix. Unlike your device, she does not transform but instead absorbs abilities from anything she touches. When you activated her, she took a humanoid form because of your DNA."

Ben blinked. "Wait, my DNA? Then why is she a girl?"

Azmuth huffed. "For your comfort. I designed her to be your opposite gender because your species has an attraction-based social structure. It's meant to help you trust her more easily."

Ben turned red. "Wait—so you made her a girl just because—?!"

Eunice blinked. "Does that bother you?"

Ben flailed his arms. "N-NO! Not at all! Just—y'know—unexpected!"

Azmuth rolled his eyes. "Moving on."

Ben sighed. "Alright, so if my grandpa was supposed to get this thing, why am I here?"

Azmuth's expression darkened for a moment before he answered. "The Omnitrix is designed to match specific DNA. Since you are Max Tennyson's grandson, you share enough genetic similarities for the Omnitrix to recognize you as a viable wielder."

Ben frowned. "So… I wasn't actually chosen—I was just close enough?"

Azmuth didn't respond.

Ben groaned. "Well, whatever. I don't want to be here. I want to go home! I miss Earth! I miss Sumo Slammers! I miss chili fries!"

Azmuth sighed. "If you truly wish to leave, I will send you back. But before you decide, listen to me carefully."

Ben hesitated. "Fine. I'm listening."

Azmuth looked him in the eye. "This is your chance to become something greater. Not many in the universe get an opportunity like this. The Omnitrix is one of the most powerful devices in existence, and many would kill to have it. If you leave, others will come looking for it. You may not want to be a hero, but you are already involved, whether you like it or not."

Ben clenched his fists as Azmuth continued.

"You've always struggled with feeling underestimated, haven't you? Always hearing complaints and nagging from your family? This is your chance to prove yourself. Your grandfather was one of the greatest heroes in the galaxy—his legacy is legendary. And now, you have the opportunity to continue that legacy."

Ben's mind raced. He thought about Gwen's constant nagging, how his family always treated him like a kid. He thought about Grandpa Max—the man he had always admired.

Slowly, his uncertainty faded, replaced by something else.

Determination.

Ben crossed his arms. "Alright, I'm in. When do we start?"

"Rest for today. We'll begin training tomorrow," Azmuth replied. "Eunice will show you to your room."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "And how long am I supposed to stay here? When do I get to go back to Earth?"

Azmuth turned away. "Until the time is right. Now go and rest."

With a sigh, Ben followed Eunice through the corridors. As they walked, he glanced at her. "So, do you know what kind of training I'm in for?"

"For now, you'll focus on physical fitness, combat skills, negotiation tactics, and mastering your alien transformations to their full extent," Eunice explained.

Ben whistled. "That's... a lot."

Eunice simply smiled, and the rest of the walk was silent.

When they arrived, Ben stepped into his room. It was spacious, with a large bed, a shelf for clothes, and a sleek screen embedded in the wall. He flopped onto the bed and, within minutes, drifted off to sleep.

Later…

Eunice returned to Azmuth, who was waiting for her.

"Did everything go smoothly?" Azmuth asked.

"Yes," Eunice replied. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Azmuth studied her for a moment before speaking. "You know how to send him back… but you didn't tell him why he's really here."

Eunice hesitated. "I figured you could convince him."

Azmuth smirked. "Or maybe… you've taken a liking to him?"

Eunice's face turned red. "N-No! That's not it at all!"

Azmuth chuckled. "Well, I'm leaving."

With a flash of green and white light, he vanished.

Galvan Prime

Azmuth sat in his lab, deep in thought about his decision. Was this truly the right path for Ben? Could he handle it?

Suddenly, a blue portal swirled open, and Professor Paradox stepped through.

"Did you meet him?" Paradox asked, adjusting his cuffs.

Azmuth frowned. "Why ask me when you already know the answer?"

Paradox smiled knowingly. "I'd rather hear it from you."

Azmuth sighed. "Yes. But tell me, do you truly believe this is the right decision? If a mistake is made, there may be no way to undo it."

Paradox chuckled. "You've already seen it, Azmuth. He argued with you over Eunice's name because he saw her as more than just a machine. If he can recognize a creation of yours as a sentient being, imagine how much more he'll fight for those who truly need him when the time comes."

Azmuth remained silent for a moment, then let out a small huff. "I hope you're right."

Paradox placed his hands behind his back. "There's no need to worry. He may not always seem intelligent, but when it matters most, he always comes through. You saw it yourself—how he kept his composure when he entered Primus. And besides… you did well with Eunice."

Azmuth merely grumbled in response.

Paradox gave him one last amused glance before stepping back into his portal. With a swirl of blue energy, he vanished.

18/3/2025