Blackwatch did not panic as would be expected of military trained personnel .
Panic was for civilians and failed containment teams.
What followed Mercer's erasure was something more mathematical, procedural terror , buried beneath protocol and corporate denial.
The satellite feed replayed the moment of consumption on loop, slowed frame by frame, analysts watching a mountain swallow a hill and remain unchanged.
Then the feeds went dark from an unseen electronic interference.
The man shaped mountain arrived at the Blackwatch research complex without triggering a single alarm, luckily it was still early in the plot, the biometric scanners are not that advanced.
Cameras showed him walking through blast doors already unlocked, biometric scanners approving him using credentials stolen from men who were no longer alive.
Inside, the air smelled of disinfectant and human dread.
Scientists screamed when they saw him. Some tried to run. Others froze, intellect crushed beneath the weight of understanding.
He moved among them with clinical grace, still wearing a human face, still speaking calmly.
"Please," one stammered, backing away from a holographic projection of a ring-shaped machine. "It's not finished. We don't even know if.. if....
His hand touched the scientist's shoulder.
Consumption was instant.
Not violent like the game anymore but more precise and silent, he was improving his absorption ability for stealth purposes in the future.
Knowledge flooded him in a controlled manner unlike the game's more painful violent way.
Mathematics folded in on themselves, spacetime curvature equations written in desperation and arrogance.
The wormhole was not a portable weapon but an escape hatch, born from fear of something that could not be killed.
He ate them all, the remaining blackwatch personnel .
Dozens of minds collapsed into him, their theories layered atop Mercer's stolen genius.
The machine resolved itself in his thoughts instantly. Crude. Inelegant. Functional.
ProjectWormhole.
A forced spatial severance device, basically to tear a hole in reality, shove the problem through it, collapse the door behind it.
No fixed destination, No return vectors .
Exile masquerading as victory.
The remaining Blackwatch personnel who managed to escape through a different exit, remotely activated the system from an external bunker, hands shaking as power surged into the ring.
Reality screamed as the air inside the chamber folded, space knotting into a churning void rimmed with violent blue-black light.
The man stepped onto the platform willingly.
"Sir," a technician whispered over comms, barely audible. "It's reacting to him, the energy readings are spiking rapidly ".
"Fire it," the general snapped. "Now."
The wormhole bloomed.
Gravity inverted. The chamber tore itself apart, steel peeling like skin, concrete unraveling into dust and memory. The pull was absolute, hungry, final.
The man did not resist at all .
Why would he?
As the void wrapped around him, he smiled, not with triumph, but curiosity. His mass anchored him briefly, reality bending around his outline like fabric stretched over a blade.
"New variables," he murmured, voice already distorting across dimensions. "New biomass and most of all new paths of evolution."
Then he let go with a slite jump, He fell into a sky that was wrong.
Blue too bright. Clouds too clean. The air lacked the familiar taste of infection, grim dark atmosphere and gunpowder.
He struck the ground outside a sprawling city, the impact registering as a localized earthquake on a small scale, cars swerved, buildings rattled, alarms howled.
People screamed in surprise," it's a villain attack", one civilian shouted in confusion and fear.
The police were first on the scene then the Heroes arrived.
He rose from the crater slowly, reshaping himself downward, compressing mass, smoothing his monstrosity he called bio armor into a silhouette that could pass for human.
His senses drank in the world, biology unlike his own, genetics warped by something crude and fascinating.
Unknown abilities, for now.....
Power without infection. Mutation without cohesion.
A world ripe with inefficiency.
He smiled as sirens closed in and costumed figures gathered at a distance, eyes wide with awe and fear.
"This reality," he said softly, feeling its laws settle around him,
"will do nicely."
Far behind him, the wormhole collapsed.
Blackwatch marked him as lost.
They had no idea what they had just fed to another universe.
End of the chapter