Darkness.
It was the first thing he felt—an endless, suffocating abyss stretching in all directions. Memories flickered like broken film reels: a dull apartment ceiling, the glow of a laptop screen, the satisfying exhaustion after binge-reading another webnovel. His old life had been ordinary, painfully so. No power, no destiny, no danger. Just monotony.
Then came the blinding flash.
And now… this.
A deep hum echoed around him—mechanical, rhythmic, throbbing with power. Slowly, his senses snapped into focus. He smelled metal, disinfectant, and the faint hint of ozone. His eyes opened, and the world sharpened into clarity.
Gleaming walls. Alien symbols. Floating data panels.
A laboratory.
*Wait… I know this place.*
His pulse quickened. The architecture, the machinery, the eerie red lighting—he had seen it a thousand times on screen.
"This is… Vilgax's flagship."
His own voice was deeper… heavier… monstrous.
He froze. Slowly—almost fearfully—he looked down at himself.
Armored green flesh. Bio-mechanical muscles. Bladed tentacles flexing on instinct. A towering frame that radiated power.
"No way… this is real."
He wasn't just *in* the Ben 10 universe.
He was **Vilgax**.
One of the most feared warlords in the galaxy. The tyrant who hunted the Omnitrix. The villain who, in canon, lost again and again to a 10-year-old.
But this Vilgax—*him*—felt different.
Stronger. Sharper. His mind burned with clarity. His thoughts aligned like a supercomputer booting up.
A message flashed before his eyes—words stitched across his consciousness.
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### **[TRANSMIGRATION COMPLETE]**
### **Host: Vilgax (Early Classic Era)**
### **Status: Severely Injured — 63% Combat Loss**
### **Prime Objective: Obtain the Omnitrix Before Ben Tennyson**
### **Secondary Objective: Conquer the Known Universe**
### **System Note: Intelligence Amplified 300%**
---
He inhaled sharply.
*A system?*
He actually had a system.
Not a leveling system. Not an RPG menu.
More like a cold, calculating assistant feeding him data, predictions, probabilities.
Information poured into his mind:
—Galactic maps
—Omnitrix energy signatures
—Future events
—Weaknesses of every alien species
—Possible timelines
His brain processed the influx without strain. He could *feel* the difference. He could think in layers—five, ten, twenty parallel calculations at the same time.
He clenched a fist. It felt natural… powerful… unstoppable.
"This world's Vilgax failed because he underestimated humans," he muttered. "But I will not."
Because he remembered the story.
He knew the future.
He knew every twist, every battle, every alien form Ben would unlock.
He knew exactly when—and where—the Omnitrix would fall.
And this time, **Vilgax would reach it first.**
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## **A New Warlord Awakens**
His chamber doors slid open with a metallic hiss. Two drones hovered forward—spherical machines with glowing red visors.
"Lord Vilgax," they droned in monotone. "Your regeneration cycle is complete. Armory access restored."
Good. That meant the canon injury—the explosion from the rebellion—had just happened. Perfect timing. In the original timeline, Vilgax spent years recovering, letting Ben get the Omnitrix uncontested.
But *not this time*.
With his enhanced mind, he had already run 047 simulations of early action strategies. Half of them ended with him killing Ben before Ben ever transformed once.
But he wanted efficiency, not brutality. Killing Ben early would alter timelines too drastically. It could attract Chronosapien interference… and other cosmic players. No, this required finesse.
He needed the Omnitrix.
Everything else was secondary.
He strode through the metallic halls of his flagship, each step making the floor plates tremble. Soldiers stopped to bow. Drones paused mid-task. Some quivered in fear; even they sensed something new, something sharper, in their master's presence.
*Good,* he thought. *Fear is fuel. But respect is the engine.*
He marched into the central command chamber.
Holographic stars hovered in the air. A large red marker blinked over a small blue planet:
**EARTH.**
A planet brimming with resources, secrets… and the Omnitrix.
He extended a hand toward the hologram. "Activate long-range tracking. I want the Omnitrix's descent vector calculated to the nearest millisecond."
His officers exchanged quick glances. Canon Vilgax never spoke like this—calm, precise, strategic.
But they obeyed instantly.
"Tracking engaged."
Green streams of data flowed. Coordinates formed. A swirling line descended toward Earth's atmosphere.
Vilgax's enhanced mind calculated the path instantly.
"It will land in North America. Nevada region. Forest terrain."
Exactly as he remembered.
But this time, he wouldn't be late.
He wouldn't wait for crash reports.
He wouldn't let a kid name Tennyson reach it first.
He would be *there* when it fell.
---
## **The Path of Conquest Begins**
"Prepare the assault pod," he ordered. "I will depart alone."
His officers looked stunned. "Alone, my lord? The injury—"
"My weakness was yesterday," he snarled, eyes blazing. "Today, I reclaim destiny."
Truthfully, his body was still weakened. The system hadn't regenerated him—it had enhanced his mind. But his memories of every Ben 10 battle gave him the tactical edge to compensate.
He knew exactly how fast he needed to move.
He entered the assault pod—sleek, black, crafted to pierce atmospheres like a blade. As the hatch sealed, he activated the neural interface.
The system whispered inside his mind:
### **[WARNING: Early arrival may trigger timeline divergence.]**
### **[Projected Outcome: 89% probability of obtaining Omnitrix.]**
### **[Risk: High.]**
He grinned—sharp, monstrous, confident.
"High risk," he murmured, "is the privilege of those destined to win."
The pod shot forward.
Stars streaked by.
Space trembled.
Earth loomed ahead—blue, fragile, unaware of the storm approaching.
And somewhere on that planet, a rusty old RV rolled down a road. A boy with brown hair complained about summer vacation. A watch-shaped pod streaked toward them like a falling star.
But this time—
the monster chasing it
wasn't wounded, arrogant, or predictable.
This Vilgax was calculating.
Reborn.
Smarter than ever.
And he was about to rewrite the fate of the universe.
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No Fanfic About My Boy Vilgax
So Thought I should make one