The Spirit King.
From the moment it gained sentience, one thing was painfully clear: this was a being that was meant to stand at the peak.
It was obvious to even the creature itself as if that was some absolute, undeniable truth etched into its very existence.
It was believed that everything else… was beneath it.
The countless spirits that floated through the air in this lab, the humans running around in white lab coats, every single one of them felt insignificant.
And with that, it knew that it was born to rule over them all.
Time quickly flew by, with the creature growing stronger and bigger with each passing day,
Until it transformed from a form that it didn't quite understand, and awakened to its true self, a humanoid vessel capable of containing its immense power.
The Spirit King calmly floated in its glass container, curious about the little pests that constantly ran around the lab.
It wondered how much force it would take to squash them.
