Hector had no ti to react.
The mont rciless uttered those words, his mind, or rather a portion was no longer his own to see as is.
A tidal wave of mories, past scenes, and experiences all crashed into Hector's consciousness.
No, rather than a wave, it is more like a flood.
A deluge... An unstoppable torrent of mories, knowledge, experiences, and horrors, all pouring in at once with no regard for his ability to process them. His body seized up imdiately, his breath hitched in his throat, and his vision blurred into a chaotic kaleidoscope of sights he had never seen, yet now they belonged to him as if Hector had lived them himself.
"A.. my head... these visions... they are... th-THERE ALL SO REAL...
He shouted, his brain being assaulted with mories that were not his.
He saw it all.
From the knowledge, the battles, the pain... everything that was of importance over these past couple of months, all flood into Hector's mind, all at once, his senses was that of rciless in those monts.
The exams, every face rciless had encountered, every fight he had fought, every life he had taken. The Aristeus Queen, her agonized screech as she perished by his hand. David, his desperate last stand before eting an unceremonious end.
Strangers, allies, enemies...months upon months of trials, battles, planning, and even his evolution that led up to his current appearance, each mont more visceral than the last.
He saw it all played out.
He heard everything.
Feel everything.
Taste everything.
And sll everything he has ever slt.
Everything of great importance laid bare before him... and everything that was not stay with rciless himself, for example, him blowing Ana's back out when they are having sex, and the like, of course.
But he did see rciless evolution and the battle that forced him to make him evolve after beating the Aristeus Queen and taking her Lore Endgard for himself.
He saw him going from Level 4 to Level 5.
The raw, staggering increase in power.
The feeling of his body shifting, warping, transcending his prior limitations.
The endless hunger for battle that ca with it, the need for more, more blood, more strength, more power, and more woman.
He saw or rather lived through his encounter with Delilah.
He saw his eting with the goth club and everything that happened in the Primix dinsion all at once.
He was brought up to speed about Anastasia.
And more and more mories just keep coming.
Hector's body trembled as he watched her fate unfold.
Her suffering.
Her transformation.
The choices made around her, for her by that thing...an Originator.
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
It was too much, and they were not stopping, his highly sensitive senses, indirectly overload.
He felt pain, he died, over and over again and again, for a victory that seed unreachable even with all his power the tip of his hands.
He saw, no he experienced sitting an the throne, using the power of the Mothership... Motherblood's law. At this point, he can't tell if he is rciless or if he is Hector anymore.
So many tis... sososososossos........sOOOO MANY TIS...
battle after battle, loss after loss, he saw, he felt, and he experienced the many defeats at the hands of the Protector.
So many failed attempts, so many future scenarios where victory remained just out of reach.
It was frustrating, yet his pride, or was it rciless's pride, at this point he did not know... But the pride he felt would not tolerate defeat, even if it took him a trillion years, even if he died and spent countless amounts of ti, he would not back down, he would give up, he only saw one way, and that way was forward, everything else was aningless.
It was overwhelming.
It was suffocating.
Failure hurts more than death.
Losing was more of a torture than the loss of love or infliction of pain beyond asure.
Pride, Vanity, Pride, Vanity, Pride, Vanity, Pride, Vanity, Pride, Vanity....
They take up... no, he was both and none.
These emotions, intense and powerful, were madness. How can a single person be this prideful? Why is Hector so prideful?
His body buckled under the weight of knowledge that was not his own, yet now lived inside his skull. Hector clutched his head, groaning in sheer agony as his knees hit the cold, sterile floor of the lab.
"AhhhaHHAAAA.... AW.. Make it stop... My head...
His breaths ca in ragged gasps, his brain threatening to lt from the sheer volu of data. He had never experienced anything like this.
And really and truly, there was a good reason for that, rciless was steering mories he has not even shared with Anastasia yet... in a way, this mory influx, would forever change the way Hector saw the world, if anything, he would see the world in a similar light as rciless, curse by knowledge, but this was necessary, as his right hand man. They need to be open to the reality they live in. Yes, in a way, Hector was receiving a dark enlightennt of sorts.
"Don't die on now, Hector... but that's the knowledge you need to know to even make sense of the world I am about to enter."
rciless said, as he watched Hector tremble on the floor, million of millions of years of the queen's knowledge flood his being too.
But with each passing second, his mind strengthens, his will and resolve harden.
"The pain feels like countless lifetis, I bet...
He said.
"After all... I beco the queen... the queen is ... I am everything I have eaten... yet despite all that, I remain ... I know you can remain you too. Your affinity for the mind is similar to mine with so differences, of course."
rciless voice echoed at the back of Hector's mind and around the lab as he began to cry blood.
Blood also started to pour from his ears and nose, his claws sinking into his skull, as he held his head in pain.
All he could do was process the inherited information.
anwhile, the sound of the lab door opening up, in the distance.
As a familiar voice echoed, rciless looked towards the sound of the door. It was Anastasia, with a tray of what he could only presu were cookies.
As she looked at Hector and said.
"Master... what happen to the old man?"
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