Shredder's head was a chaotic swirl of confusion as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. His vision was blurry at first, the sharp, white light above him stabbing at his senses. His body ached, every muscle and joint seeming to scream in protest, as if he had been through a brutal fight. The sterile smell of a hospital room assaulted his nostrils, mingling with the faint beep of a heart monitor in the background.
Where am I?
His eyes fluttered open, and his surroundings slowly began to come into focus. He was lying in a bed, hooked up to various machines. His chest tightened in a momentary panic, but as he blinked and shifted his body, the immediate shock of being confined began to dissipate.
His mind was a jumbled mess, filled with fragments of memories that didn't quite make sense. He had been watching Invincible—the brutal, blood-soaked world of Titans—and then... a shift. He couldn't remember the exact moment, but something had changed. He felt different. Powerful. What happened to me?
His hand moved to his face, and he froze. His features were familiar, but not his own. His fingers brushed against the sharp edge of his jawline, the scruff of a beard, and the unmistakable feeling of a warrior's face. A cold, detached, and unforgiving face. It wasn't his—it was Omni-Man's.
The memories flooded in, each one more violent and clear than the last. The battle. The destruction. The Guardians of the Globe. He had killed them. Coldly, mercilessly. He remembered the feel of their bodies breaking beneath his fists. He could still taste the blood in the air, still hear the sounds of their final breaths. And his son, Mark, the betrayal.
He could feel it all—the mission, the Viltrumite ideals, the unshakable belief in his cause. He was Omni-Man now. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.
No… this can't be real.
He reached for his head, feeling the sharp pain of an overwhelming migraine pulse through his temples. His breaths were ragged, but then, suddenly—another sensation, another presence. A voice, soft and metallic, filled his mind.
Ding!
Omni-Man's pulse quickened as his eyes snapped open. The voice, calm and direct, spoke again, cutting through the fog in his brain.
System activated.
System?
The words hung in the air, and Omni-Man sat up with surprising ease, his body moving with a strength and fluidity that felt instinctual. This wasn't just some fleeting dream. Whatever was happening, whatever this was, it was real.
Welcome, Omni-Man. You are now part of the Summoner System.
Omni-Man's heart skipped a beat. Summoner System? It didn't make sense. What kind of system?
The voice continued, unwavering.
You have the ability to summon powerful warriors from other worlds. These warriors will grow stronger under your guidance and will be loyal to you as sons. The more you train them and help them grow, the more you will unlock. They will fight for you, become stronger, and aid you in your quest.
Omni-Man's mind raced, the new information settling over him. Summon warriors? Loyal sons? It felt... familiar. Like a strange combination of his Viltrumite ideals and something else. Something more tangible, more personal.
He gritted his teeth, trying to make sense of it. I control them. I train them. They grow stronger for me. They are my sons.
Your first task: You may summon Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha from the world of Naruto. They will be your first sons. They will grow stronger under your tutelage.
Omni-Man paused, the weight of the task settling in. He could summon them now, immediately, if he wanted. But something about the idea of bringing them into the chaos of a hospital room didn't sit right with him. He didn't know what to expect, or how they would react. The safer option was to wait until he was back at home, in familiar surroundings, where he could control the situation.
He took a deep breath, and the voice in his mind seemed to acknowledge his decision.
You may summon them at any time. But for now, return home. It will be safer there for you to train them.
Omni-Man nodded to himself, standing up with ease. He felt the full power of his Viltrumite form coursing through him. His body, more resilient than ever, was a testament to his newfound strength. He could sense the power inside him—the kind of strength that only a few could comprehend. He needed to control this power, and these new warriors were the key to that control.
The thought of Naruto and Sasuke—their potential, their strength—appealed to him. The idea of molding them, shaping them into loyal, powerful weapons under his guidance, felt almost natural. The more he trained them, the more his own power would grow. They were tools to further his mission.
With that thought in mind, Omni-Man left the sterile hospital room, his steps confident and strong. He didn't know exactly what to expect from this new world, this new system, but he was ready to bend it to his will.
As he made his way home, he could feel the power surging within him. He had a mission now—a new path to walk. A path where he would not only conquer, but shape the very future by training warriors from different worlds.
Once he was home, he could summon Naruto and Sasuke. The idea of their loyalty, their strength, was intoxicating. They would be his. Loyal sons to carry out his will.
And soon, he would unlock even greater power.