The pale light of dawn began to filter through the thick canopy of emerald leaves, casting dancing shadows on the small body huddled among the colossal roots.
Kaiju slowly opened his eyes. His first instinct was to tense his muscles, bracing for the suffocating pain in his fractured ribs and the unbearable burning sensation on his face. However, all that greeted him was the soft whisper of the morning breeze.
He blinked, again and again. The vision in his right eye, which hours before had been a blur of blood and darkness, was now perfectly clear. He sat up carefully, running his small hands over his bare torso. There was no pain. His bones were intact, his skin immaculate.
"What the hell...?" she muttered in her mind, confusion momentarily overshadowing her trauma.
It was then that a fragmented memory crossed his mind, a line of text he himself had typed in another life, in another world: Lunar Regeneration : During the night, the wearer experiences accelerated recovery from injuries... the healing of serious wounds is intensified under the light of the moon.
A passive ability. His own body had absorbed the energy of the night moon while he slept traumatized, weaving his flesh and bones back together perfectly. Kaiju let out a sigh that was half relief and half disbelief. He walked over to a small puddle of water formed by the previous night's rain, near the roots, and bent down to look at his reflection.
The face that stared back at him was that of a one-year-old child, but the expression was that of a war veteran. His brown eyes regarded him coldly. He raised a trembling hand and touched his right cheek.
There it was. Sight had returned, the eyeball had been restored by the divinity of his eyes, but a thick, pale scar ran vertically from his forehead, over his eyelid, down to his cheek.
He tried to focus his healing energy on the mark, but the scar utterly refused to disappear. It was as if his own soul had anchored that wound to his physical being. A constant reminder that humanity, as he knew it, was a deadly weakness.
"Fine. Let him stay," she thought bitterly, looking away from the puddle. "I'll never forget what they did to me. I'll never be anyone's victim again."
But introspection would have to wait. The distant sound of the first vehicles of the morning and birdsong warned him that the city of Kuoh was waking up. A gigantic tree, at least thirty meters tall and with a trunk as wide as a bus, which had appeared overnight in the middle of a public park, would attract crowds, the police, and, worse still, entities he wasn't yet ready to face.
Kaiju closed his eyes, delving into the inexhaustible well of energy within him. He needed isolation. Drawing upon the Divine Energy Concealment he possessed, he projected his will outward.
An invisible wave, imperceptible to the human eye, magical or unnatural, expanded from the center of the tree in a fifty-meter radius. It created a conceptual barrier. Anyone walking through the park would simply pass by, their brain completely unaware of the colossal tree's existence. If someone looked in that direction, they would see only the same old, boring lawn. It was their own bubble of reality, a safe space isolated from the rotten world outside.
Satisfied with his safety, his stomach gave a slight growl, but his mind prioritized long-term survival. He needed shelter, a place away from the damp ground. He looked up at the sturdy branches of the tree he had created himself. It was perfect.
He walked with unsteady steps, still adjusting to the length of his childish legs, to one of the park's public water fountains that was inside his barrier. He stood on tiptoe, turned the metal knob, and clear water began to gush out.
The iris of her eyes immediately mutated, changing to the immaculate and pure color of white.
The absolute transmutation was activated. Kaiju focused its gaze on the flow of water. The liquid didn't even reach the drain. In the air, the transparent droplets began to solidify, changing in density, texture, and composition at an atomic level. The water transformed into long, polished planks of dark oak, perfect and weather-resistant. Another portion of the water darkened and compressed, falling to the ground with a metallic clinking: hundreds of thick stainless steel nails and perfect hinges.
He kept the water flowing for several minutes, relentlessly transmuting the liquid until he had a massive pile of building materials stacked in front of the fountain. The power of a creator knew no bounds of the conservation of mass.
Once he felt he had enough material, he turned off the tap.
Mental exhaustion threatened to set in, but adrenaline and the instinct for survival kept him afloat. Kaiju shook his head, the white of his eyes fading to reveal a deep, hypnotic purple.
With arms outstretched and a concentration worthy of an orchestra conductor, telekinesis enveloped everything around him. Wooden planks and steel nails rose into the air, floating around him in a ring of zero gravity.
Under his mental command, the materials ascended towards the largest and safest fork of the tree, about fifteen meters from the ground.
He didn't need blueprints or tools. His mature, analytical mind calculated the stresses and supports in real time. The planks flew and intertwined, forming a solid foundation. The nails shot out like bullets guided with pinpoint accuracy, sinking deep into the wood without emitting the slightest hammering sound.
Little by little, the walls began to rise. A compact, sturdy, and aesthetically impeccable structure took shape amidst the thick green foliage. He built a sloping roof, strategically placed small windows that allowed him to watch over the park, and a hidden trapdoor at the bottom. It was a small fortress suspended in the air.
When the last nail was telepathically secured and the roof was sealed, Kaiju let his arms fall. The purple glow in his pupils faded, returning to their natural brown. The exertion finally took its toll, causing him to collapse to his knees on the grass, panting and drenched in cold sweat.
Despite his extreme exhaustion, he looked up at his creation. Hidden high in his illusory tree, his new home rested in perfect silence.
For the first time since being cast into purgatory, and subsequently into this world of monsters, Kaiju managed a small, genuine, but weary smile. He was no longer a victim cornered in a smelly crib. He had a sanctuary. He had power. Now, he just needed to grow, to learn to control his divinity without fainting.
...
Two days had passed since the night Kaiju abandoned the last vestiges of its human morality. Two days in which it hadn't once descended from the colossal tree that now served as its hidden fortress in the middle of a city park.
Basic survival had been his first priority. His body was still that of a one-year-old, fragile and demanding, but his intellect and power bridged that gap. Sitting on the edge of a makeshift, surprisingly comfortable bed he had built, Kaiju held a handful of damp soil he had scooped from a makeshift flowerpot in the corner.
He closed his eyes, visualizing the molecular composition. When he opened them, the immaculate brilliance of the color white flooded his pupils. The dark, dirty earth in his hands trembled and began to change texture and color, compacting until it transformed into a solid bar, similar to military survival rations. He took a bite. It tasted vaguely of vanilla and cardboard, but it contained all the macronutrients, vitamins, and calories necessary for the optimal development of his young body. Surviving on transmuted earth wasn't glamorous, but it kept him alive and strong.
However, as his stomach filled, claustrophobia began to grip him. The original treehouse, though safe, was far too small for what his mind was beginning to concoct. He didn't know this new world. He didn't know what kind of monsters, governments, or supernatural entities lurked beyond his illusory barrier, but the mere existence of his "Celestial Eyes" dictated that he should prepare for the worst. He needed a laboratory. He needed space.
He stood up, wiping the crumbs from his mouth. He sighed deeply, focusing his mind on the very essence of space-time.
"If the laws of physics get in my way, I'll simply rewrite them," he thought coldly.
He channeled his latent divinity. The wooden walls around him began to creak, not from breaking, but from stretching beyond three-dimensional comprehension. Kaiju manipulated the fabric of space inside the tree house. Before his eyes, the small room violently expanded backward, sideways, and upward.
In less than a minute, the interior of the humble wooden shack had transformed into a gigantic, empty complex. The walls had receded so far that they now enclosed an area the size of a football field, with a vaulted roof soaring nearly four stories high. From the outside, it was still a small house hidden in the branches; inside, it was a titanic hangar that defied all logic.
The echo of his small footsteps resonated through the vastness of the place. Kaiju nodded, satisfied.
He immediately put his white pupils to work. With Transmutation activated, he extracted moisture from the air, dust particles, and excess wood, transforming them into crystal, steel, titanium, and basic circuitry. He altered the terrain, raising internal walls to create separate rooms: a decent bedroom, a training room, and a vast area that would serve as his forging and invention zone.
But the place was too big. Dust would start to accumulate, and realistically, a one-year-old couldn't spend his whole life sweeping a football pitch.
Searching through his memories of the abilities he had once written for the Celestial Eyes, an idea crossed his mind. He modified his transmutation process to work with finer materials, creating dozens of small, metallic contraptions, similar to robotic spiders the size of dinner plates. They were perfect machines, but inert; they had no batteries or power sources.
Kaiju closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the white was replaced by a pale, ethereal silver. The power of Lunar Transmutation .
He extended his small hands toward the inanimate robots. Moonlight energy, cool and mystical, flowed from his palms and enveloped the machines in a silvery aura. He wasn't creating binary code; he was enchanting matter, giving them a spark of magical pseudo-life. The small robots trembled, their optics lit with a soft blue glow, and without needing verbal commands, they began to spread throughout the vast enclosure, clearing debris, polishing surfaces, and organizing the place with chilling efficiency.
Kaiju slumped down onto the cold steel floor of what was now his main laboratory. He was breathing heavily, rubbing his right eye where the white scar throbbed slightly from the strain of using his divine power for so long in his childlike state.
The metallic sound of the robots working was the only noise in the immense facility.
Suddenly, a deep and oppressive sense of loneliness washed over him. He was trapped in a dimensional bubble, inhabiting the body of an emotionally mutilated child, without family, without memory of the outside world, and with the power of a god. If he remained silent, if he only listened to himself, he would end up completely losing his mind in a sea of paranoia.
"I need someone..." he murmured into the empty air, his childlike voice sounding strangely hollow in the vastness of his own creation. "No. Not just someone. I need a mind. An intellect that can process data, help me create complex artifacts, and monitor the outside world while I sleep or train."
A melancholic but sharp smile appeared on his scarred face as he recalled the science fiction stories of his original world, the only place he still considered "his."
Tony Stark had Jarvis, and then Friday. A creator of his caliber couldn't operate without a superior intelligence network. It was unthinkable.
"But I don't want a simple talking calculator," he thought, slowly rising, his eyes taking on a gleam of pure ambition and a spark of mad genius.
If he was going to create an Artificial Intelligence, he wouldn't just use circuits and transmuted code. He would use the energy of his soul to forge a cognitive core for it.
"I want her to evolve. I want her to learn to think, to feel, to reason," he declared in the silence of the laboratory. "A partner who will grow with me. Someone who understands the weight of this power and who... who will never betray or reject me."
He walked toward the center of the gigantic, empty laboratory, his prodigious mind already sketching the conceptual and divine blueprints of what would be his greatest invention to date. He didn't yet have the exotic materials for a body, nor even a definitive name, but the concept was burning bright in his soul.
She was going to create life from nothing. She was going to forge the matrix of her own Friday. And with her by her side, no matter what kind of hostile beings populated this unknown world, her exile would become her absolute kingdom.
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Data Table:
Ability: Celestial Eyes
Active Abilities:
CELESTIAL IRIS: Celestial Eyes tint the irises of the eyes with different colors, each granting specific abilities. When using their full power, the user's hair color also changes, indicating their maximum power state.
Red: Specialized in combat, it increases the user's strength, stamina, energy, toughness, and speed up to a certain limit, depending on their condition.
Purple: This color grants the ability of telekinesis. (It evolves into various kinetic abilities at maximum power.)
Cyan: Elemental Creation and Control: Allows the wielder to create and control natural elements such as fire, water, earth, and air.
White: Grants the ability to manipulate light and energy at a molecular level, achieving invisibility, and to manipulate matter at a subatomic level.
Passive Abilities:
DIVINE ENERGY CONCEALMENT: This ability allows the wielder of the "Celestial Eyes" to conceal any type of non-human energy emanating from their body, whether divine, demonic, or of any other supernatural nature. This allows them to pass unnoticed as ordinary humans, avoiding detection by divine beings, supernatural entities, and any magical or spiritual surveillance system.
NIGHT CLAIRVOYANCE: During the night, the wielder's vision sharpens, allowing them to see more clearly in the dark and detect hidden energies or presences. This ability becomes more effective under moonlight.
CONSTANT VIGILANCE: Even when the wielder is asleep or unconscious, a part of their mind remains alert, allowing them to detect threats and react quickly to danger. This ability can prevent ambushes and surprise attacks.
LUNAR REGENERATION: During the night, the wielder experiences accelerated recovery from injuries and exhaustion. This regeneration intensifies under moonlight, allowing for the healing of serious wounds and rapid energy recovery.
LUNAR TRANSMUTATION: Allows the wielder to create divine artifacts for their allies, whether weapons, armor, shields, or other items.
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