When 19-year-old firefighting prodigy, Ryan, dies in the line of duty, he expects his time on earth to be over. But in a twist of fate, his soul is chosen for reincarnation, and he's given a chance to resurrect in a world where the characters of Ben...
A/N: That's Right My Dear Fans I have Returned!, To celebrate this joyous occasion I will be cooking a 5-Star + chapter. Tell me how I did or no more updates (Lol)
A few Days Earlier
The landscape was a vast emptiness where only coarse grass struggled to survive. It wasn't just barren-it was a battlefield, marked by scattered craters of varying sizes. Some were shallow hollows, while others seemed like deep scars etched into the land. Among this desolation stood pillars of crystal, their colors a mix of blue and green, shimmering in the sunlight.
"Come on Ben is that all you've got?" a feminine voice intoned.
Laying in one of the many craters was our hero Benjamin Tennyson his body battered and bruised, clothes stained with dirt and the familiar glow of the Omnitrix pulsing in vibrant red.
"You really don't pull your punches do you Gwen?"
"Whaaat.. i hold back plenty" Taking a sit next to him she looks into the distance "You do know if i wanted i could have used my telekinesis and slammed you into everything till i got bored right?"
"Eh i would've found a way out, Our spar ended in a draw remember?" Ben grinned.
Looking towards him she rose a finger pointing at him in an accusatory manner "I'll have you know that only happened cause i stopped when you timed out."
"Oh i know, but still you fight so viciously its almost like you become a whole different person." He smiled.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Gwen replied, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Hey, Ben, there's something I've gotta tell you," Gwen began, her face flushing with a sudden tinge of red.
"Heyya, kids! Bout time we got back on the road, don't you think?" Grandpa Max's familiar voice cut in, interrupting the moment.
Present Day
The serial villain knelt, shock etched across his face, one hand futilely trying to stem the blood from the dismembered stump where his other appendage once was. His eyes, wide with a whirlwind of emotions, revealed his fear for survival and the uncertainty of his future should these adversaries conquer him.
Anger surged through him, not at being bested, but at the thought of being outsmarted and overpowered by mere children-amateurs in his eyes. His desire for revenge burned fiercely, especially towards her, the audacious youngster who had taken his arm.
His skin writhed and squirmed, a grotesque dance of transformation unfolding. His back trembled, expanding like a bubbling cauldron, and a pair of dark grey wings erupted outward, showering the surroundings in a grotesque display of his own blood.
His horn elongated, widening to massive proportions, yet it didn't cease there. His entire body took on a dark grey hue as it bulked up, bones contorting and jutting out like jagged spikes from his head, back, and forearms. Claws and scales emerged, teeth turning into monstrous fangs with each passing second. Finally his hips birthed a long, spiky tail completing the nightmarish metamorphosis.
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