Sorry dear readers, I won't be able to post bonus chapter tonight cause of a few reasons with major being my exam tommorow. Since tommorow is no chapter scheduled due to time table, I will post it tommorow. HAVE FUN READERS...
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Nova walked down the platform, the bustle of the station fading into white noise around him. His steps were smooth, controlled, but his mind was anything but still. He replayed the exchange with Jiro, the sharp wit in her voice, the way her eyes flickered with interest even when laced with sarcasm. That laugh—unintentional, brief, but genuine. It echoed faintly in his head like a hook in a catchy track.
He ran a hand through his hair, smirking faintly to himself. Damn… that went better than expected. He hadn't exactly planned to flirt with anyone today, but then again, his plans rarely survived first contact with a girl who could roast him with a single glance. And Jiro? She is definitely his type of girl.
He exhaled slowly, the edge of his grin softening. It wasn't just the banter—though that was fun. It was how sharp she was. No hesitation, no stumbles. Just raw honesty wrapped in deadpan delivery. She doesn't bluff. That's rare. And Nova liked rare things.
Still, he chuckled under his breath. "A genie, huh? Smooth one, Ashbourne." He didn't even realize he'd said it out loud. Maybe it was a little over-the-top, but somehow… it fit. Jiro hadn't dismissed it. Hell, she played with it.
He stepped into the sunlight outside the station, eyes flicking skyward for a moment before he pulled out his phone. He didn't open messages—yet. Just looked at the time, then back down at the city around him.
He laughed, shaking his head. "This world might actually be fun."
Shaking his head, Nova got serious. He looked at the Omni-Dex and memorized the route. Coming in an empty alley, he commanded," ACTIVEMASTER CONTROL."
Omnitrix's dial flashed and bepped," MASTER CONTROL: ACTIVATED."
One thought—and he shifted.
With a mechanical hum and a flash of green light, his body elongated, armor forming over sleek limbs. A sharp metallic visor snapped into place. He had become XLR8.
Time slowed as the world blurred. Within seconds, he bolted forward—leaving behind only a burst of wind and a soft green afterimage.
XLR8 launched forward in a blur, vanishing from the alley in the blink of an eye.
He didn't need to search. He already had the address—hacked straight from the police database earlier using Brainstorm.
Within seconds, he arrived.
Mid-sprint, his form shimmered—transformed into Ghostfreak in a flash of eerie green light. His body phased through the wall like mist, vanishing into the shadows of the stronghold.
He drifted silently through corridors, using Ghostfreak's invisibility to map the layout. It didn't take long to find her.
There, tucked away like a secret someone was ashamed of, was a little girl with a small horn sprouting from her forehead. Her body was small. Fragile. Covered in fading scars. But it was her eyes—wide, glassy, afraid—that hit the hardest.
Nova had come here planning a clean job—quiet extraction, no fighting.
But looking at her—those injuries, those eyes—something inside him cracked. Maybe it was his heart. Maybe it was rage.
Green light flared again—and Echo Echo took his place.
The sonic alien duplicated instantly, three Echo Echo's stood together.
Startled by the light, Eri gasped softly. Her teary eyes locked on the strange, white figure—just in time to watch one split into three.
Then, in another flash of green, two of the figures changed again—this time into a human boy with gentle eyes.
Nova knelt slightly, offering a soft smile.
"Don't worry, miss," he said, his voice calm and warm. "I'm here to save you. No one's ever going to hurt you again. That's a promise."
Eri blinked up at him, head tilting in quiet confusion. She didn't speak. But in her eyes, something flickered—just for a second. The tiniest spark of hope.
Nova's eyes softened as he looked down at Eri, her small form shaking in his arms. Her eyes—wide and uncertain—met his, still haunted by fear, but clinging to the thread of hope he'd given her.
He adjusted his grip slightly, holding her close but gently, as if she might break. "Hey… I know this place hurt you," he said softly, his voice low and warm. "But that ends now. No more fear. No more pain."
Her lips parted, trembling, but no words came out.
He smiled at her—calm, confident, but fierce beneath the surface.
"You're safe now," he promised. "I'm gonna get you out of here. Just stay close, and no matter what happens—don't be afraid."
The Omnitrix dial rotated with a deep click. A flash of green light lit up the dim basement as Nova's form shifted and expanded. Stone plates and glowing energy lattices formed around his frame, his body growing larger and heavier as Gravattack emerged.
Eri gasped softly, instinctively tightening her grip—but Nova, now a living gravity well, let his energy radiate gently, keeping the air around her soft and weightless.
"I won't let anyone touch you again," Gravattack rumbled, his voice deep and resonant like the core of a planet. "Not while I'm standing."
The second Echo Echo, still beside them, flared with green light. His white form surged and morphed, limbs thickening, muscles ballooning as the monstrous silhouette of Four Arms took shape.
Four Arms cracked his knuckles. "Finally."
Then, with a ground-shaking roar, he leapt into the corridor—ripping through steel doors, slamming enemies aside like rag dolls, and unleashing sonic blasts with his powerful hands. Walls trembled. Alarms blared. Villains scattered.
Overhaul's base had just become a warzone.
Meanwhile, Gravattack levitated upward, manipulating gravity to create a bubble of weightlessness around Eri. Debris drifted away like dust in space as he made a path through the very walls of the underground stronghold—stone and metal peeling open like paper beneath his will.
Eri, wide-eyed, floated effortlessly in his arms, shielded from every shockwave, every falling brick, every danger. Around them, enemies tried to give chase—but Gravattack simply crushed the gravity around them, pinning them flat to the floor, unable to even move.
Gravattack's body glowed with pulses of planetary energy as he tore open the last layer of concrete and steel. With a final heave of gravitational force, the reinforced ceiling rippled and cracked apart, revealing the sunlight above. Dust burst into the air as they emerged into a secluded, trashed side alley—untouched by the chaos beneath.
Nova glanced down at Eri, still cradled in his arms. Her face lit faintly in the light, eyes blinking rapidly against the sun. For a moment, she looked stunned. Confused. Hopeful.
He gave her a gentle nod. "Told you we'd make it."
Then, with a single thought, flash of green energy surged. Gravattack's planetary bulk collapsed into a sleek, aerodynamic form. Claws slid into place, the helmet-visor locked, and a soft whir of kinetic energy buzzed in the air.
Nova—now XLR8—tucked Eri close to his chest. "Hold on tight."
Fwip. A blur.
In a single heartbeat, they were gone—a streak of blue lightning and wind tearing through the streets.
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In a blinding flash of green light, the final Echo Echo twisted and morphed—his smooth, white armor crackling as alien circuitry surged through his body. Nanotech plating rippled across his skin, sleek and pitch-black with glowing teal veins pulsating down his arms and spine. His limbs elongated into a refined biomechanical frame, crowned by a sharp, angular head with three glowing ocular nodes arranged vertically like a high-tech crown. Sparks danced across his fingertips, which were now slender, clawed manipulators capable of interfacing with any system on contact.
This was Synapse-Grade, a fusion between Upgrade and Brainstorm—a technological savant with a living interface body and a hyper-intelligent mind capable of processing quadrillions of calculations in seconds. A perfect infiltrator and data wiper.
Electric tendrils whipped out from his back, connecting to nearby security nodes as his body slithered partially into the computer mainframe like liquid metal. His three glowing eyes flickered with rapid data flow, deciphering the base's digital architecture at speeds no human could comprehend.
"Priority protocol: Operation Nulltrace. Commencing complete erasure."
He moved like a virus, his body shifting fluidly between servers, consoles, and encrypted drives. Alarms began to wail, but he muted them in an instant. Screens around him turned black. Hard drives whined, sparked, and overloaded one after another. Files disintegrated into static as every record on Eri—medical scans, DNA samples, behavioral logs, even internal memos—were methodically deleted or corrupted beyond recovery.
A nearby wall slid open, revealing a hidden chamber where blood samples and Eri's genetic research were stored. Synapse-Grade's chest opened with a hiss, releasing a swarm of black nanites that engulfed the vials, shredding them molecule by molecule. Chemical flames briefly flared—then extinguished. Nothing remained.
He turned to the next objective: identity erasure. Within seconds, he broke into local and national registry databases, hacking through firewalls and bouncing signals across satellite relays. Eri's birth certificate, her registry ID, even school records—obliterated. Every mention of her ever existing inside this network was now gone.
"Erasure complete. No trace remains. Subject is now a ghost."
A moment of pause. Then Synapse-Grade retracted the tendrils, his nanotech plating sealing itself back into a streamlined body.
He turned and walked toward the blast-torn corridor, the walls flickering and sparking in his wake.
Behind him, the screens fizzled one last time—then fell forever silent.
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