A flash of green light vanished into the night, leaving Nova standing alone on a stretch of land surrounded by endless dark water. The wind carried the sharp scent of salt and earth, untouched by industry or city air. The island was silent, save for the steady rhythm of waves colliding against distant cliffs.
He took a deep breath, letting the crisp, clean air fill his lungs. It was different here — pure, isolated. No distant hum of engines, no aircraft cutting through the clouds above.
This place is off every known trade route. No heavy traffic. Far from air or naval surveillance zones. Stark Industries bought it years ago for offshore testing — but it's never been used. Stable landmass, access to geothermal energy, minimal seismic activity.
The island he got from Tony Stark.
In the distance, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, stood the mansion. Its design was bold and imposing, a mix of modern minimalism and old-world authority. Smooth black stone walls merged with reflective glass panels, the structure seeming to rise naturally from the island itself. Wide balconies circled each level, while sharp angles gave it a predatory elegance.
Nova moved toward it, boots crunching over the fine gravel of a carefully maintained path. Motion sensors detected his approach, and soft white lights illuminated his way. The mansion's front doors — tall, dark, and crafted from reinforced metal and tempered glass — slid open silently as he neared.
Inside, the air was cool and still. The entrance hall was vast, with high ceilings and polished stone floors reflecting the gentle overhead glow. Minimalist furniture, dark wood, and muted colors filled the space, balanced by wide, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the sea beyond.
Nova's gaze swept the interior — a grand staircase to the left, open lounges, and a modern kitchen to the right. Everything was spotless, automated systems keeping the place pristine despite its years of inactivity.
Crossing the main hall, Nova made his way toward a discreet doorway at the far end. A biometric scanner embedded in the wall lit up the moment it registered his presence.
ACCESS GRANTED.
The heavy door slid aside, revealing a private, high-speed elevator. Nova stepped inside, and the doors closed behind him, a faint hum signaling the start of the descent. The walls of the shaft were reinforced steel, illuminated by soft bands of light.
As the elevator carried him deep underground, the faint vibration of geothermal systems pulsed through the metal framework, drawing power directly from the earth beneath the island.
When the doors finally opened, they revealed a massive underground laboratory.
Nova stepped out.
The lab was immaculate, its layout efficient and precise. Rows of advanced workstations stood ready, equipped with tools and devices far ahead of commercial technology. Reinforced glass partitions separated sections of the lab, while overhead gantries held suspended platforms for larger projects.
But at the center of it all stood the true prize.
A towering supercomputer, sleek and imposing. Black metal casing housed a core of glowing energy, pale blue light seeping through the thin seams of its segmented frame. Cooling systems gave off a faint hiss, the temperature carefully regulated to optimal levels.
Nova approached it, each step echoing softly on the polished floor.
He rested a hand against the cool glass casing of the machine, a faint grin on his face.
"Looks good," Nova murmured. "Exactly what I needed."
He circled the machine, checking connections, servers, and backup systems. Every detail was flawless. Not a single cut corner. It was clear Tony Stark had treated this as a serious project.
Nova straightened, nodding to himself.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Let's clean it up."
The Omnitrix flared once more, its emerald light reflecting in the sleek, polished surfaces of the underground lab. Nova's finger tapped the dial, the familiar symbols of Grey Matter and Upgrade merging together into a single, intricate emblem.
A burst of green light enveloped him — when it cleared, standing in his place was a fusion alien no taller than three feet, with obsidian skin traced by shifting green circuitry. His gold-flecked eyes gleamed with sharp, predatory intellect. The fusion was a seamless blend of biological genius and adaptive technology.
Mindjack.
Nova flexed his hands, feeling the microfilament tendrils pulse just beneath his skin. A faint hum radiated around him, the perfect resonance between two of the most tech-savvy aliens in the Omnitrix's arsenal.
He turned toward the supercomputer.
Nova smirked. "Let's tighten the bolts, Stark."
Without ceremony, Mindjack extended fine tendrils from his fingertips, merging with the supercomputer's interface. His consciousness dove into the machine's systems in an instant.
A powerful, streamlined infrastructure Tony Stark had designed for him as part of their trade. It hummed like a living, digital heart.
But even in that perfection, Nova found them — small, subtle backdoors. Not malicious, not even disrespectful. Standard practice for Stark. A precaution, a failsafe. If anyone else had gotten their hands on this machine, those quiet routes would have given Stark a way back in.
Nova's grin sharpened.
"Good try, Stark. But not good enough."
In mere seconds, Mindjack neutralized them.
His tendrils severed each backdoor access, replacing them with new, adaptive, self-healing firewalls. The kind of defenses no human-built AI could even recognize, let alone breach.
The system adjusted in response, the supercomputer's core light shifting subtly as it recognized the changes.
Mindjack withdrew, the liquid-metal tendrils slithering back into his arms. The moment he disengaged, a cascade of clean, structured data scrolled across his eyes — specs, system architecture, performance readouts.
Perfect.
His enhanced intellect processed it all, and though it was already at the pinnacle of current technology, Mindjack instinctively sought improvements. Not because the machine was flawed, but because anything less than optimal was a waste of potential.
He found a few — microscopic inefficiencies in the quantum threading, potential gains in processing distribution if paired with alien tech, small upgrades he'd apply later.
But overall?
Nova gave a satisfied nod.
"Yeah… this'll do."
The Omnitrix blinked, a soft chime signaling the end of the fusion. In a swirl of green light, Nova returned to his human form, his eyes briefly flickering gold as the last of the data settled in his mind.
He cast a final glance at the machine.
"Good work, Stark. Trade well made. He is really impressed, afterall impressing Mindjack, the fusion aliens of two of the most tech savvy aleins, shows Stark's brilliance."
Smiling, Nova sat on the chair and took out his Omni-Dex and transferred important files to the supercomputer.
After half an hour of settling and organizing, Nova leaned back on his chair. Exhaling, he took the Knowledge crystal, the crystalization of three supernatural major powers— the Angels, the Fallen Angels and the Devil race.
Three different ways, the different races but common point is to change race. Transform other race creatures into their own race. This is practically a divine rank method for race with slow reproductivity.
This is the things that will become cornerstone for his power. But that is still too far away because altough this crystal looks small but it contains too much data. Afterall technology content of race transformation is too much, it's almost on par of Omnitrix.
It will take because it will take time to transfer all the data from this crystal to the supercomputer. Then he needs to understand every single thing about three various methods, only then he could create a race change method unique to him.
He will adopt the peerage system, because it suits him the most. He will be the kind and his entire peerage will be filled with beauties from all over the multiverse.
Ofcourse, he wont select members just based on beauty. Altough he is lustfull pervert but he is not a fool. Without strength, they could only be vase, which he doesn't want in his peerage. If their is a vase then she could only be a concubine, not a peerage member.
Anyway, his vision of peerage is based on Omnitrix. Based on their peerage ranking, they could access various aliens form.
His peerage evil pieces, let's call them the Omni-Pieces....No a good name but if someone dare laugh at it, author will use his authority to directly remove that person. Hahahahaha.
Well, Omni-Pieces won't permanently change their race unless they wish to. It will come with its bonus of gaining advanced regeneration, in built function similar to B-07 serum and also gain/awaken their own magic.
Suddenly Nova came out of his thoughts, as his Omni-Dex vibrated.