What If Megatron Became A Prime Mga Nobela at Kwento

The contingent was made up of various Macroprimate champions alongside the usual motley of Zang elders and acolytes. Having eaten fruits from the Tree of Transfiguration, these Macroprimates might have assumed human forms, but their minds nevertheless remained bestial and feral. Their bloodshot eyes flared with rage and their more-than-two-meter-tall physique was as sturdy as rock that one might argue they looked more like golems instead. Out of the five champions of the Macroprimate race, one of them was a Ninth-grade Beast Lord who came specially to deal with Bi Keyun. The rest were all Eighth-grade Beast Lords.

I’m starving. I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna? Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.

Kevin’s voice was a ragged whisper, raw with exhaustion and a fear that ran deeper than anything Bima had seen from him before. Riska, her face streaked with grime and the faint residue of phosphorescence, shook her head, her usual analytical composure frayed. “We don’t know, Kevin. Core Prime’s evolution… it’s exponential. It’s not just adapting. It’s integrating. It’s using natural processes as weapons. The reservoir… that was a biological integration. This… this is something new. Something more… elemental.”

I tell him when his eyes widen. “Meg, as in megalodon? How the fuck do you defeat a megalodon? I’ve seen the film and unless I have cannons or explosives, that won’t happen. You are going to test her in that way?” he is becoming angry and I nod my head before I stand placing my hands on my hips.

It was stronger, older, but I was faster and fucking angry. Nearby, Kade and Unit Prime were destroying everything around them. Kade’s wolf was a mass of black fury, but Prime was relentless, even missing an arm and burned half to hell. “You are obsolete!” Prime roared. “Natural wolves cannot compete with designed perfection!” Kade shifted back just enough to shout, “Perfection? You’re falling apart, you tin-can bastard! Michelle abandoned you the second things went wrong!” Prime grabbed Kade by the throat and lifted him. “Emotional bonds make you weak. I will crush her first so you understand true loss.”

I asked. “Well….. that is where transporting is dangerous. If the variant is a way higher and a more advanced life form, with a stronger order or chaos energy within them, the Prime can be taken over…….and that variant becomes the new prime with access to the prime’s memories.” It replied. “So wait…. is that what will happen to me?” I asked afraid

Adam explained, "we all work as a team. I can't rule the whole world by myself." Cain was quiet for a few moments. "I will when I become Alpha," he said firmly. Adam laughed. "I'm sure you will," he said. "Now, go get ready for bed." I opened the door to the office as Cain ran past me to his bedroom. "Does he not worry you?" I asked Adam. Adam shook his head. "Does he worry you?" he asked. I nodded. "How many other four-year-old’s do you know that talk about world domination?"

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

As the council filed out, Prime dismissed the guards with a wave. “Leave us.” The door sealed. Prime stood, pulling Alex to his feet. His hand slid down, cupping the heavy belly, then lower, stroking Alex’s leaking cock through the fabric. “You’ve been so good,” Prime whispered, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Carrying our legacy. Letting me rule. Letting him kneel. But I know you need more. The mutation demands it. The child demands it.”

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​