Invincible: Vilgax

*Vilgax POV*

*Location: Savage Planet*

*Date: 5040th Rotation/1995*

Ten...years...ten more long years have passed since I started hunting Rognarr. I have hunted at least two more in my time here at least during the first five years, setting up traps and pinning them. Well, the first one at least, I now use its skin as a cloak, leaving its head nearly fully intact, which adorned my other shoulder. I used their ribcages as makeshift armor for my legs, amongst the other various bones. The arms and legs now make excellent spears, blades, and knives well once I whittled them down a little bit for some of them. 

The second one I fought hand to hand, well, for a little while anyway, and this fight was far more difficult than my first one. Although that would be obvious, seeing as how while the creature was nowhere near as vicious as old one-eye, it had everything working properly with no visible injury. That time I had to be a bit smarter, strike its weak spots, and keep it angry/pissed at me. That and I had to be careful, I wanted this thing as a fully intact specimen, as my ship's cryogenic chamber was now somewhat working. 

It would be useful to preserve its body until I could find a decent way to actually implant whatever genome gave it its absurd strength, which would serve as a new base for myself. Right now, my muscles are working off of my cybernetic enhancements and some very specific activated genomes in my own DNA, helping me become far stronger. 

Even then, that wasn't the only thing I was working on; I had also captured several of those snakes in the meantime, harvesting the venom of both adult and young specimens to see which one was deadlier, and see if the myth back on Earth was right about kids' venom being deadlier, although this wasn't Earth so who knows what kind of factors I would have to consider between the two. Either way, it turned out that adults were still the winners in this equation, and I made sure to gather quite a bit just in case I needed an extra kick to use in a pinch. 

Then there was my other experiment, the Sobeks, if trained properly, could prove to be excellent hunting dogs. Which was what I did, I had taken a total of five eggs from a separate nest, just in case I wanted to breed them, didn't want to have any of that purebreed bullshit like humans pulled on Dogs, most are more inbred than you could imagine. Didn't matter though once they hatched, I was greeted with five adorable, snarling faces, each eager to hunt, eat, and kill. 

They were also in great need of discipline, which was what I gave them, as while they weren't dogs, they were similar enough that with proper training, I got a decent, loyal pack of Sobeks. Well, not at first, as I first had to make sure they would listen to me and assert my position as Alpha, easy enough to do when they yapped or bit me, I made sure to discipline them properly. I also had them do a few solo hunts, drag a few lone Rognarr's out into the open into a killzone. 

Sure, they were injured sometimes, but I made sure they came out of it relatively unscathed. I then divided the meat equally amongst them, giving the best stuff to the most impressive ones, which was getting harder and harder to do over the years as they perfected their art. Yes, it was a good idea to do so, and a good idea to start a few other projects during the last five years. 

Apparently, this planet was a prime target for meteors or asteroids, or whatever it is you want to call them. From them, I gathered every bit of metal and material I could get my drones' hands on, building more and more drones to help expand my ship, giving both my new hunting dogs more room, especially after the next batch hatched, oh boy, were they vicious little monsters, a lot less coordinated than the first pack but far deadlier when it came down to it. 

So they would need their own pen separate from the first pack so that neither tore the other apart. Alongside this, I needed a bigger workspace as well, actually just a higher roof in general, as it was starting to get cramped whenever I went into the ship, alongside a makeshift freezer to store the meat in both for me and my new pets. I also had a whole new hangar built for my drones, which started as the regular worker drones to help with my cybernetics, or just building in general.

Then came the seeker drones, basically scouts armed with a plasma rifle, perfect for aerial support and finding things my hunting dogs couldn't. That and a few giants as well, using whatever leftover material I had on hand, which were tested quite regularly to see if they worked. My scouts were essentially the first robots we saw in the first Ben 10 series, a bit tougher though, and with a booster as well that can shift locations to give them extra speed. My giants, though, were more humanoid-looking and built for close-combat, made and tempered with the toughest metals I could find. 

Kept the classic black, orange, and red color scheme, alongside various gears that allowed for quick rotation in case its opponent decided to strike from the back. It was, of course, equipped with a very basic plasma rifle, in case it needed to fight from a distance, but they weren't really built for it. 

Why do you ask? Why was I building all these weapons and training a pack of Sobeks to hunt down prey for me? Well, I'm leaving this planet soon, and I've already sent a few drones out to scout the universe for Viltrumite-controlled worlds and report it to my ship, which would probably have a list now of the various worlds, seeing how they've been at this for a while. Alongside this, I sent a special drone to search for Earth. I got lucky finding this planet, but I didn't want to get lucky again and instead wanted to be sure.

I also knew that I couldn't fight the various Viltrumite slave species all by myself; it would be...annoying more than anything else. So I built them and trained my dogs to fight like a pack, like the killers and hunters they were, and seeing as how they were nearly as durable as a Rognarr, I was confident they could take a blast to the face, leaving only a scratch or slight burnt mark at best. 

I would be then left alone to tackle much stronger opponents, the Viltrumites, who numbered fifty at best right now, considering Mark wasn't born yet. That and alongside a whole lot of Viltrumite children born from Earthlings and Thraxans, or numerous other species, possibly. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few 'failures' or hybrids that didn't inherit their abilties for some reason or another, even though Viltrumite DNA was essentially alive in its own odd way. 

No matter though, as I began herding or leading my two packs of Sobeks onto the ship, which I had to reposition to actually let them in, seeing as how they weren't the best jumpers. Sure, they could leap long distances, but not great heights, unfortunately, and mostly survive the fall. Looking at the ship now, while it was essentially a far bigger version of the previous model, it also had a wide hangar and plenty of room for the Sobeks to have whatever their version of fun was, including breeding if it was time. 

Was it weird for me to think about and have a whole space for them to do so, yes, yes it was. Could I stop it? I probably could, but I also wanted more Sobeks to train and eventually form my own army of hounds for a planet-wide hunt if needed. Well, if trained properly, anyway, as even the two packs of five I had now required tremendous amounts. Anyway, I led them inside and to their little pen area, where some treats were waiting for them, specially prepared Rognarr meat, the best parts too, to help keep them calm and to chew on something as I put some of the more...useless bones inside for them to chew on. 

Once that was done, I entered a code and locked them inside, making sure they couldn't get out and knowing they were going to freak out once we took off. It was also refreshing to be able to walk around without hitting my head now, due to my added height. Opening the command room, I sat down in my modified chair and began pressing a few buttons, getting ready for takeoff as lights all over the ship began turning on, and the engines hummed to life. 

Then, for the first time in who knows how long, I began to fully relax and placed the weapons I didn't store away properly on the side of my chair. Then the countdown began, the last few seconds of my time on this planet as a list of planets revealed itself, each one a planet conquered by a Viltrumite with a possibility of having one of the fifty Viltrumites on it, or nearby at the very least.

No matter though, I was already going on a dark path, the path of an avenger, and now the path of a conqueror. Even if I didn't want to take on the path of the original Vilgax, I was going to let those monsters know that they were no longer the apex predator of the universe and that I was on the warpath.

Wearing the skin of a creature stronger than you, and the clothing of one of their many fallen people, post-battle royale at least. Honesty speaking though...I was tired beyond anything else; I had long since let go of my kindness and my hope for a peaceful life, a good life. I knew that I was becoming or was already a monster of some kind.

No matter what, this was the best path, this was the only path to truly stop the Viltrumites, to stop their senseless destruction and conquest of worlds. I think I nearly destroyed my armrest thinking that. I was angry at myself, at the universe for the constant pain I endured in this life and my last, the pain of innocents who endured so much pain, and as my ship took off, and began escaping this planet's atmosphere.

"No more, no more pain!"