Ben stood on a boulder floating in the dead center of a black void.
A sword was gripped in his right hand, and his silver armor gave off a low, steady glow against the darkness.
Then, the silence broke.
All around him, thousands upon thousands of red portals began to tear open.
The crimson light from the gateways bled into the abyss, surrounding him on every side.
A hideous alien army began to pour from every portal.
Their bodies were jagged and twisted, with eyes that burned like crimson fire.
The horde stretched out into infinity; there seemed to be no end to the line of monsters.
Ben raised his sword into the air, his armor clinking tum-tum with the movement.
A silver glow surged outward from his chest, wrapping him in a halo of light.
Then, the monsters charged.
Claws and blades swung from every direction as they closed in on him from all sides.
Ben leaped from the boulder, sword gripped tight as he soared toward the alien army.
Mid-flight, he banked hard, flapping back to catch the air before hurling himself forward like a meteor.
As he closed the gap, the glow from his armor supercharged.
He let out a burst of raw energy, a massive shockwave that rippled outward through the void.
Dozens of enemies were hurled back into the darkness, their bodies turning to ash before they even hit the ground.
But the army was never-ending.
They charged again with a deafening roar that shook the void.
Ben spun in midair, channeling every ounce of energy into his blade until the steel extended, becoming a beam of pure light.
With a single, massive sweep, he cleaved through an entire line of warriors, watching as their forms dissolved into ash.
Despite the carnage, the portals pulsed.
They seemed to vomit even more of the hideous aliens into the abyss. Ben closed his eyes for a heartbeat, centering himself.
He reached into the dimension itself, his fingers catching and pulling at threads of raw energy hidden within the darkness.
The black void itself bent to his will.
Ben thrust his hand skyward, releasing a burst of energy that halted the next wave of attackers in their tracks.
With a sharp twist of his wrist, he shattered the energy barrier into thousands of jagged shards.
They flew outward like glass, impaling the aliens where they stood.
Another surge of monsters dropped from above, but Ben was ready.
He raised his sword toward the abyss, channeling his power into a swirling vortex.
Streams of silver lightning spiraled upward, striking both the soldiers and the portals themselves.
Under the pressure of the silver light, several gateways buckled and collapsed, sealing shut with a thunderous crack.
Within miles, every alien caught in the blast disintegrated into ash.
But it wasn't enough to close them all.
thousands and more portals tore open, and even more hideous creatures began to pour through.
The army was merciless—pressing harder and resurrounding Ben from every side.
As the circle closed in, his armor flared even brighter, feeding on the raw energy of his determination.
This is a massive, "all-out" moment for Ben.
Ben crouched low in the air, then exploded upward, releasing a massive dome of energy.
The blast vaporized the alien army for hundreds of thousands of miles, leaving nothing but scorched fragments drifting through the void.
His sword now glowed silver-hot, humming with dimensional energy.
Instead of just fighting the portals, he reached out and began siphoning their power directly.
His armor blazed like a miniature sun, and the void itself began to tremble under the strain.
With a roar, Ben unleashed everything.
An energy storm tore across the dimension, white-hot and unstoppable.
Waves of silver energy ripped through the alien army, collapsing portals and shattering weapons in an instant.
The monsters didn't even have time to roar before the light reduced them to nothing but drifting ash.
When the storm finally faded, Ben floated alone in the void once more.
The portals were gone, and the absolute silence of the abyss returned.
His armor dimmed, the silver glow receding as the battlefield fell still.
Ben exhaled slowly, then raised his hand.
The air shimmered as he bent the dimension's raw energy to his will.
Threads of light and shadow twisted together, spinning and condensing until they took a physical form.
A massive boulder materialized beneath his feet.
With another flick of his hand, he shaped the energy again, manifesting a chair and a table right there on the surface of the rock.
With everything ready, Ben landed on the boulder. His sword dissolved into a cloud of tiny particles, vanishing from his grip, while his silver armor followed suit, flaking away from his body until it was gone.
Now standing there with shoulder-length brown hair and deep green eyes, a look of total boredom settled on his face.
He slumped into the chair, a water bottle appearing in his hand as if it had been there all along.
He popped the cap and took a long, tired drink.
After drinking water from the bottle, he threw the bottle, and as he threw the bottle, it dissolved into itself.
After that, Ben closed his eyes.
Inside Ben's mindscape, there was only a vast, empty blackness—an echo of the void where he had just fought the army.
Ben appeared in the center of the dark expanse.
As he stood there, two towering, celestial faces materialized out of the gloom: Bellicus and Serena.
Ben stood in the endless darkness of his mindscape, arms folded as he stared up at the two colossal faces floating above him.
One glowed with a burning, crimson fury. The other shimmered with a calm, emerald light.
They spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a strange harmony.
Bellicus's voice roared, echoing through the void like a clap of thunder.
"BEN TENNYSON! YOU DARE SUMMON US AGAIN AFTER INTERRUPTING OUR LAST DEBATE?!"
Serena spoke softly but firmly, her voice a cool breeze against the heat of Bellicus's rage.
"Ben… we were in the middle of a very important philosophical discussion."
Ben let out a long breath and rubbed his forehead, the weight of their bickering already giving him a headache.
Yeah, yeah.
The 'Is existence meaningful or meaningless?' debate, right? You've been arguing about that for, like… what, a billion years?"
Bellicus snarled, his crimson glow flaring.
"ONE BILLION, TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR MILLION YEARS! DO NOT REDUCE THE IMPORTANCE OF OUR INTELLECTUAL PURSUITS!"
Serena nodded gracefully, her green light pulsing in a steady rhythm.
"It is a deeply nuanced topic, Ben."
Ben sighed heavily, the sound echoing in the empty space.
"Right. Cool. Awesome.
Look, can you two just agree on something for once and send me home? I've been out there fighting an endless army of aliens, and I don't even know how many years I've been stuck in this place anymore."
"And you guys know what happened to my Omnitrix after that damn sword merged with it!" Ben shouted, his voice cracking with frustration.
"That was the new model Azmuth gave me. I didn't even get a chance to use the thing!"
Bellicus leaned forward, his massive face looming closer.
"We are well aware of what happened to your device, Ben Tennyson."
Serena let out a soft, melodic hum of agreement.
"You speak of the battle with Dormammu," Bellicus continued. "When you wielded Ascalon."
"Because you wouldn't give me control of Alien X!" Ben snapped back. "I had to use the sword.
Do you have any idea how much I had to beg Azmuth for that sword?"
"Shut up!" Bellicus roared.
"I am explaining.
We do not normally interfere with the trivial problems of mortals, but listen closely.
When you defeated Dormammu, he expelled you into an antimatter universe.
To save you from certain death, the Omnitrix merged with both your body and Ascalon.
That process is still ongoing—your physical form and the device are becoming one.
That is why you cannot use the watch as you once did."
Ben began to pace through the darkness of his mindscape, his brow furrowed.
"Then why can I still see the watch on my wrist?"
"Try to summon it," Serena suggested, her voice a gentle, melodic whisper.
"Go on," Bellicus added, his gravelly voice heavy with tension. "Try to call upon it, Tennyson."
Ben focused, reaching deep into his own willpower.
For a long moment, nothing happened.
Then, the air around his wrist began to shimmer.
A transparent, circular green hologram flickered into existence, projecting a rotating display of alien icons that hovered in the air.
"That's Humungousaur," Ben muttered.
Just by the mere thought, his body began to shift.
He felt his muscles bulge and his bones stretch, his frame expanding outward like a living explosion.
Ben's arms elongated, thickening into colossal limbs as his hands morphed into massive claws, each finger tipped with jagged talons.
His chest broadened, armor-like scales rippling across his skin as his human features vanished beneath a surge of reptilian power.
His legs slammed downward, growing as thick as tree trunks.
His back arched as a heavy tail burst forth, whipping through the air with crushing force.
His jaw stretched, teeth sharpening into monstrous fangs, while his eyes ignited with a primal green glow.
Ben now towered as a sixty-foot, dinosaur-like titan, his entire body armored in thick, stone-like scales.
"It only took a few seconds," Ben said, his voice now a heavy, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the mindscape.
"What else can I do?" Ben asked.
"Now," Bellicus replied, "you have full control of the Omnitrix."
With a thought, Ben's form dissolved into a flash of light. When the glow faded, his body was sleek and aerodynamic—a dark blue-black frame with teal streaks running along his limbs.
He felt the weight of a long balancing tail, and his legs shifted into a digitigrade stance, ending in sharp talons.
On his feet, wheel-like structures began to blur with speed. His head elongated into a smooth, helmet-like crest that swept backward, and a visor slid over his glowing green eyes.
The Omnitrix symbol pulsed with light on his chest.
"XLR8!" he shouted.
"This works for me," he said, shifting back into his human form with another flash. "So, now can I go back home?"
Bellicus leaned forward, his massive features darkening. "HOME?"
Serena tilted her head, her green light shimmering curiously. "Define home."
Ben blinked. "…Earth."
The two celestial faces immediately turned toward each other.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Bellicus bellowed.
"I disagree," Serena replied calmly.
Bellicus snapped his gaze back to her. "YOU ALWAYS DISAGREE!"
"You disagree with everything," Serena countered.
"THAT IS NOT TRUE!" Bellicus roared.
Serena's voice remained soft but pointed. "That statement itself is a disagreement."
Ben sighed, slowly lowering himself onto an invisible chair that materialized behind him. "…This is going to take forever, isn't it?"
Ben opened his eyes with a heavy huff, staring back out into the empty, dark void.
He did the math in his head again. It had been fifteen—no, seventeen—years since he'd been reincarnated into this universe.
Yeah, it was a messy fusion of Marvel and Ben 10, and yeah, I was Ben Tennyson.
Fucking Ben Tennyson.
and I'd been doing this hero work for seven years now, including the last two stuck in this hole.
But in my previous life, I was just a sick kid, a huge fan who died when I was only fifteen.
You guys may think I am some kind of bushbag; no, I am a good boy, and also I didn't get my memories back until the moment I first put on the Omnitrix.
You can probably imagine what a kid who spent his whole life in a hospital bed does when he suddenly becomes the most powerful shapeshifter in existence.
Yeah, I did what you guys can imagine. I didn't just play hero—I became the most famous one in the universe.
I saved worlds, stopped cosmic disasters, and apparently did it all with enough style that Azmuth actually got impressed.
He gave me the "Perfect Omnitrix" from Omniverse and Ascalon to keep the peace.
You may think I am not having an existential crisis or something like that. I had one after I got my memories back.
but resolved it.
Yes, I met the god, and he wasn't just some random dude. One above all, yes, that's from Marvel Comics, and he just gave me these buffs.
Let's just do this diction some other time.
now? I'm stuck.
in this pocket of the antimatter universe—yeah, this is Reed Richards' antimatter universe from comics, or whatever they call it—and even though I've walked away with some insane upgrades, I'm still a prisoner.
I've spent two years trying to get those two celestial statues in my head to agree on a single flight path home, and I've made zero progress.
It sucks.
But honestly? Who needs Alien X when you've got a library of other forms? I've got aliens in this watch that would make the Avengers look like children.
Enough yapping.
It's time to break out.
I reached out with my mind, feeling the pulse of the Omnitrix. It wasn't just a watch anymore; it was an encyclopedia of DNA wired directly into my brain.
I had information on every single transformation at my fingertips—no more scrolling, no more mis-transforms.
I just had to think it, and I became it.
What alien can get me out of here?
I scrolled through a mental library of thousands, searching for something that could shatter a dimensional prison.
Most of my old heavy hitters could punch a hole in a planet, but they couldn't punch a hole in reality.
Then, I found it. A silhouette I'd never seen before, pulsing with a strange, cosmic frequency.
"Perfect," I muttered.
I didn't even have to touch a dial.
I just willed the change to happen. My body didn't just grow—it began to vibrate, phasing in and out of existence as the transformation took hold.
Ben's body slowly lifted off the ground, caught in a swirling vortex of cosmic energy.
His frame stretched upward, his height rapidly increasing as his limbs grew slender and refined.
Next, his head began to expand, his skull smoothing into a bald, dignified dome that far surpassed human proportions.
His skin paled, shifting into a cold, cosmic grey.
As the transformation took hold, his pupils dissolved into a blinding, white radiance—eyes that no longer just saw matter but the very strings of reality.
Energy gathered around his shoulders, weaving itself into a long, flowing robe of deep indigo.
It looked less like fabric and more like a piece of the night sky, filled with shifting nebulae and distant stars.
The Omnitrix emblem flickered into existence, glowing with a steady green light in the center of his chest.
Finally, the energy field stabilized. Ben hovered just above the ground, a towering figure that radiated ancient power and immense knowledge.
He was no longer just a hero.
He was a Watcher.
The sheer scale of his new senses hit him instantly.
He possessed Cosmic Awareness—he could feel the heartbeat of the multiverse, the flow of every timeline, and the exact coordinates of the exit he needed.
Teleportation, portal creation, and total mastery over space-time were now his to command.
With this transformation, the universe finally made sense.
It was as if a veil had been lifted; I didn't just have data, I had understanding. I thought of a question, and the answer manifested in my mind instantly.
It felt incredible to finally transform again after two long years.
I could feel the raw, cosmic power of this alien vessel coursing through me, a hum of infinite energy that put everything else to shame.
I wasn't just a prisoner anymore—I was the master of this space.
Without a second thought, I channeled that power.
I reached out and tore a hole in the fabric of the dimension, opening a shimmering portal directly to my home universe.
A simple, satisfied smile crossed my face.
With a single step, I hopped into the glowing gateway.
The portal snapped shut behind me, leaving the void silent once again.
Ben stepped through the portal.
For a split second, there was nothing but blinding white light and the hum of absolute power.
Then, reality snapped back into place. Gravity returned with a vengeance.
His feet slammed onto solid ground with a heavy thoom that echoed across the open desert.
Dust exploded outward from the impact as the towering Watcher form steadied itself against the weight of the world.
He looked up, and for the first time in two years, the sky wasn't a dead, black abyss. It was blue—a deep, vibrant, beautiful blue.
Earth.
This is a great way to show the "overload" that comes with a Watcher's power.
It makes sense that even a seasoned hero like Ben would be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of billions of lives hitting his brain at once.
Ben slowly straightened to his full height, his robe of living starlight shifting in the desert wind.
Suddenly, his cosmic awareness exploded. It didn't just grow—it surged outward, blanketing the entire planet in an instant.
He could feel everything.
Billions of rhythmic heartbeats. Cities humming with the vibration of electricity.
Satellites cutting through the thin air of the upper atmosphere.
Massive ships carving paths across the oceans.
He could even hear the faint, distant cosmic signals bouncing through the vacuum of space.
The sheer volume of information hit him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown his consciousness.
"…Whoa."
Ben winced, quickly shutting down the sensory flood before his brain could melt under the pressure.
He dialed the awareness back, focusing only on his immediate surroundings.
"Okay… yeah," he muttered, his voice echoing in the empty desert.
"That is way too much information."
Ben looked around.
A barren stretch of desert rolled out in every direction, broken only by jagged rock formations.
Judging by the terrain, he guessed he was somewhere in the American Southwest—probably Arizona or Nevada.
"Nice landing spot," he muttered.
For the first time in two years, he was finally home. But the peace didn't last long. A sudden pressure filled the sky.
It wasn't a physical weight, but something deeper—something ancient and cosmic.
His Watcher senses recognized the presence immediately.
It was vast.
It was judging.
Above him, space itself rippled like water.
A massive construct began to manifest in the sky, its enormous triangular form dwarfing the horizon.
Cosmic energy flowed around it like a living galaxy.
Ben groaned. "…Of course."
Hovering before him was a projection of Uatu the Watcher.
When he spoke, the voice echoed across the entire desert, sounding as if the universe itself were finding its breath.
"BENJAMIN TENNYSON."
Ben didn't flinch.
He just raised a hand in a casual wave.
"Hey, big guy."
The massive construct loomed over him, its gaze fixed on the boy who had stolen the form of his people.
"YOU HAVE ASCENDED TO A STATE OF POWER THAT VIOLATES THE COSMIC OATH."
Uatu's gaze was piercing.
"We had an accord with Azmuth, yet you are currently wielding a form that defies our sacred laws, Benjamin Tennyson."
Ben reached up and scratched the back of his bald Watcher head, the cosmic energy of his skin tingling under his touch.
"Yeah… I figured that might come up."
The Watcher's presence seemed to expand, the stars within his robe pulsing with warning.
"IF YOU CONTINUE TO DEFY THE COSMIC OATHS, THE LIVING TRIBUNAL AND THE COUNCIL OF CELESTIALSAPIENS WILL SUMMON YOU, AND THEY WILL DETERMINE YOUR FATE."
Ben let out a long, low whistle. "Yeah… that sounds like a headache I definitely do not want."
The Watcher's voice became even colder, turning flat and monotone.
"THEREFORE, YOU ARE GIVEN A CHOICE: CEASE YOUR VIOLATION OF COSMIC LAW.
DO NOT FORCE OUR HAND."
As the final warning echoed across the desert, the massive construct began to shimmer and fade.
Uatu vanished from the sky, leaving Ben alone with the weight of the ultimatum.
Ben snapped his fingers.
The cosmic energy around his body collapsed inward, the robe of living stars unraveling like smoke.
His massive Watcher frame shrank rapidly, the bald, grey head compressing back into human features.
Light exploded outward in a blinding flash of green energy.
When the glow faded, Ben Tennyson stood there once more.
Shoulder-length brown hair, sharp green eyes, and his signature black shirt.
The only difference was the Omnitrix symbol—it didn't sit on his wrist but glowed faintly from the center of his chest.
He stretched his arms, his joints popping with the movement.
"Ahhh. Much better."
Ben stood alone in the vast silence of the desert.
He looked up at the empty sky and laughed quietly to himself.
"Man… I've been home for thirty seconds, and I've already been threatened by the universe." He cracked his neck, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yep. Definitely Earth."
Suddenly, his stomach growled—a long, loud, desperate sound that echoed in the quiet air.
Ben blinked, looking down at his torso.
"Okay… first priority," he muttered.
"Food."
He activated the Omnitrix mentally, and a thousand alien icons flashed through his mind like a high-speed deck of cards.
Ben decided to try something new.
Instead of a full transformation into an alien, he focused on shifting just a part of his body.
With a mental command, a pair of massive, fifteen-foot-long blue wings tore through the back of his shirt.
They were magnificent, with two primary sections flapping upward and two stabilizing flaps below, shimmering with a leathery, iridescent glow.
With the smirk of a victor, Ben tested the weight of his new limbs.
Ben gave a single, powerful stroke, and the desert floor dropped away beneath him.
He caught a thermal and took off, soaring through the sky toward Bellwood at a blistering speed.
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