Note: 1 Chapter per two or three days and 1 extra chapter per 35 power stones.
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Peter stood completely still inside the massive chamber.
The glowing hologram of his mother floated before him peacefully while countless futuristic panels illuminated the room around them.
Meanwhile, Peter’s heart still hadn’t calmed down yet.
Everything happening right now felt unreal.
His mother.
Aliens.
Viltrumites.
Ancient empires.
It honestly felt like his entire life had suddenly been ripped out of reality and thrown into some cosmic legend.
Then suddenly—
Several glowing holographic images appeared around the room.
Peter immediately looked upward.
A gigantic three-dimensional planet slowly materialized before him.
The planet looked beautiful.
Massive oceans.
Gigantic continents.
Towering futuristic cities glowing across the surface.
The atmosphere itself shimmered with silver energy.
Peter stared silently at it.
Then the holographic version of his mother spoke softly.
“Peter…”
Her eyes gently looked toward the floating planet.
“…this is our home.”
Peter’s eyes remained fixed on the hologram world.
“Your home.”
Her voice softened further.
“Viltrum.”
The planet slowly rotated beautifully before Peter’s eyes.
And somehow…
The moment he looked at it…
He felt something strange deep inside himself.
Not memory.
Not recognition.
Instinct.
Like part of him already knew this place somehow.
Peter quietly whispered:
“…Viltrum.”
The holographic woman nodded.
“The birthplace of the Viltrumite Empire.”
Suddenly—
More holographic scenes appeared around the room.
Massive armies filled the stars.
Gigantic warships crossed galaxies.
Entire worlds burned beneath enormous cosmic battles.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
The hologram of his mother continued:
“Thousands of years ago…”
Her voice became heavier now.
“…the universe was consumed by war.”
The images changed rapidly.
Alien civilizations fighting.
Destroyed planets.
Countless species clashing across space.
Then—
A massive figure appeared among the stars.
A tall armored warrior standing before endless armies.
Even as a hologram…
The man radiated terrifying authority.
Peter unconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly.
The holographic mother spoke again.
“At that time…”
The giant figure raised his hand toward the stars.
“…King Argall declared the beginning of Viltrum’s conquest.”
Instantly—
Thousands upon thousands of soldiers surged across the holograms.
Entire fleets moved behind them.
Planets surrendered.
Galaxies fell.
Peter stared silently.
Because the scale of everything was absurd.
This wasn’t war between countries.
This was war across the universe itself.
The hologram continued calmly.
“At our peak…”
Images of gigantic armies appeared around Peter.
“…the Viltrumite Empire was feared throughout countless galaxies.”
Peter looked around silently while holographic soldiers flew through space around him.
Each one looked terrifyingly powerful.
Then suddenly…
Several larger figures appeared among the armies.
Older.
Stronger.
More imposing.
The hologram spoke again.
“Among our people existed the Ancient Viltrumites.”
Peter looked toward the gigantic warriors carefully.
Even among the army…
Those figures stood out immediately.
Their presence alone felt overwhelming.
The hologram continued.
“They led our empire.”
One of the Ancient Viltrumites casually destroyed an enemy warship with a single strike during the holographic simulation.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
“…Okay that’s insane.”
The hologram ignored his comment.
Then suddenly—
The giant battlefield vanished.
Instead…
A strange cube-like object appeared floating before Peter.
The object looked ancient.
Dark silver metallic structures covered its surface while glowing symbols rotated around it constantly.
Peter frowned slightly.
“…What’s that?”
The holographic woman looked toward the object calmly.
“This…”
The cube slowly rotated.
“…is the Codex.”
The room lighting dimmed slightly around the object itself.
Almost like the ship considered it important.
The holographic mother continued:
“Millions of years ago, the Codex was created using the genetic essence of an Ancient Viltrumite.”
Peter blinked slightly.
“…Genetic essence?”
The hologram nodded.
“Viltrumite biology is unlike most species.”
The cube glowed brighter.
“The Codex allowed our civilization to create soldiers artificially.”
Peter froze slightly.
“…Artificially?”
The hologram calmly explained:
“Using powerful biological templates and ancient genetic material, new Viltrumite warriors could be produced.”
Peter stared at the floating Codex silently.
Then slowly pointed at it.
“…You’re telling me this thing basically makes superpowered aliens?”
“Correct.”
Peter rubbed his forehead weakly.
“My life officially stopped making sense hours ago.”
The hologram continued:
“However…”
The floating images shifted again.
The Ancient Viltrumites appeared once more.
“…true Ancient Viltrumites could never be replicated.”
Peter looked toward them carefully.
“Why?”
The holographic mother answered softly:
“Because their power was natural.”
The holograms showed Ancient Viltrumites fighting across galaxies.
Each movement carried terrifying destruction.
“Only true bloodlines could produce another Ancient Viltrumite.”
Peter slowly processed everything silently.
Then suddenly asked:
“So what exactly am I?”
The hologram looked directly into his eyes now.
Silence filled the room briefly.
Then she answered softly:
“You inherited the blood of an Ancient Viltrumite.”
Peter froze completely.
The room suddenly became very quiet.
“…What?”
The hologram continued calmly.
“Your mother descended directly from one of Viltrum’s oldest royal bloodlines.”
Peter stared blankly at her.
Royal bloodline?
Ancient Viltrumite?
At this point Peter genuinely felt like reality itself had become ridiculous.
Then suddenly—
The holograms changed again.
This time…
The images became darker.
Warships exploded.
Viltrumite soldiers died.
Entire armies collapsed.
Peter frowned slightly.
“What happened?”
The holographic mother sighed softly.
“King Argall desired universal conquest.”
The holograms showed endless battles across galaxies.
“But as our empire expanded…”
More destroyed armies appeared.
“…our losses slowly increased.”
Peter looked confused.
“But I thought Viltrumites were insanely strong.”
The hologram nodded.
“We were.”
Then her expression became serious.
“But even Viltrumites possessed weaknesses.”
Peter immediately looked interested.
“…Weaknesses?”
The hologram nodded slowly.
“Magic.”
Peter blinked.
“…Magic?”
“And divine forces.”
Peter stared blankly for several seconds.
Then finally said:
“…You cannot just casually say magic exists.”
The hologram almost smiled slightly.
“Yet it does.”
Peter rubbed both hands across his face.
“Okay.”
He pointed around the room.
“So aliens are real.”
He pointed upward dramatically.
“Space empires are real.”
Then pointed at the hologram.
“And now you’re telling me magic and gods are real too?”
“Correct.”
Peter stared at her silently.
“…Wow.”
The holographic mother continued calmly.
“There are many forces within existence humanity remains unaware of.”
Suddenly—
New holographic images appeared.
Gigantic golden cities floating among stars.
Massive armored beings.
Mythological-looking warriors wielding divine energy.
Peter immediately recognized one group from comic books.
“…Asgard?”
The hologram nodded.
“The Asgardians exist.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
“So Thor is real?”
“Correct.”
Peter looked mildly horrified.
“…Comic books were actually history lessons?”
The hologram ignored the joke.
“The Olympian gods also exist.”
More divine figures appeared across the holograms.
Gods.
Pantheons.
Mystical beings.
Peter slowly looked overwhelmed now.
Meanwhile, the holographic mother continued:
“Long ago, divine forces and powerful magic users resisted Viltrumite expansion.”
Peter frowned slightly.
“Magic can hurt Viltrumites?”
“Correct.”
The holograms showed battles between cosmic armies and magical entities.
“Unlike physical forces…”
Strange mystical energy pierced through powerful Viltrumite warriors.
“…magic bypasses many of our biological advantages.”
Peter slowly processed that information carefully.
So even beings as powerful as Viltrumites weren’t invincible.
The hologram continued speaking.
“Earth itself remains under ancient protections.”
Peter blinked slightly.
“…Earth?”
The hologram nodded.
“The Asgardians, Olympians, and powerful sorcerers maintain balance around this world.”
More holographic images appeared.
Hidden magical sanctuaries.
Ancient defenders.
Mystics protecting Earth secretly.
Peter stared carefully.
“So people have secretly protected Earth this whole time?”
“Correct.”
The hologram continued:
“Most humanity remains unaware.”
Peter quietly muttered:
“Of course they are.”
Then suddenly—
One final hologram appeared.
A mysterious building hidden among shadows.
Magic circles glowing around it.
Peter narrowed his eyes slightly.
The holographic mother softly finished:
“Among Earth’s greatest hidden defenders…”
The glowing magical symbol rotated slowly.
“…are the Sorcerers.”
The chamber became silent afterward.
Meanwhile Peter stood there completely overwhelmed.
Because in less than one hour…
His understanding of reality had completely shattered apart.
Aliens.
Empires.
Gods.
Magic.
Ancient wars.
And somehow…
He was connected to all of it.
The massive chamber remained silent except for the soft humming sounds of ancient alien technology.
His mind honestly struggled processing everything he had just learned.
Magic existed.
Gods existed.
Alien empires existed.
And somehow…
He belonged to one of the most powerful races in the universe.
Peter slowly rubbed his forehead.
“…I seriously need a break.”
But the holographic version of his mother didn’t stop.
Her expression became heavier now.
More sorrowful.
Without waiting for Peter to fully recover from the shock, she continued speaking calmly.
“Now…”
The holographic planet of Viltrum reappeared before them.
“…returning to the history of the Viltrumites.”
Peter quietly sighed before focusing again.
The holograms around the chamber shifted rapidly.
Massive cosmic wars appeared once more.
Gigantic fleets burning across galaxies.
Entire civilizations collapsing beneath endless warfare.
The holographic mother continued:
“Despite our weaknesses…”
Images of mystical energy piercing Viltrumite warriors appeared.
“…the Viltrumite Empire continued expanding.”
Peter watched silently.
The hologram zoomed toward ordinary Viltrumite soldiers fighting magical beings.
“Magic could cut through normal Viltrumites with terrifying efficiency.”
Peter frowned slightly.
The holograms showed mystical attacks tearing through soldiers effortlessly.
Almost like paper.
Peter quietly muttered:
“…That’s brutal.”
The holographic mother nodded softly.
“However…”
Suddenly—
The Ancient Viltrumites appeared again.
Towering warriors fighting directly against magical forces themselves.
Unlike the others…
They survived.
Some were injured.
Some weakened.
But they kept fighting.
The holographic mother explained:
“Ancient Viltrumites were fundamentally different.”
Peter looked toward the holograms carefully.
“Even though magic remained dangerous to them…”
One Ancient Viltrumite tore through an entire magical army during the simulation.
“…their bodies and power far surpassed normal Viltrumites.”
Peter narrowed his eyes slightly.
“So Ancient Viltrumites weren’t as vulnerable.”
“Correct.”
The holographic mother continued:
“Their weaknesses were significantly reduced.”
The images shifted again.
This time…
The battlefield became bloodier.
More desperate.
Viltrumite armies slowly began shrinking.
Corpses drifted across space endlessly.
Peter’s expression slowly darkened.
Then suddenly—
One figure appeared among the chaos.
A massive warrior covered in blood.
His eyes radiated terrifying brutality.
Even as a hologram…
The man’s presence alone felt oppressive.
Peter unconsciously stiffened slightly.
The holographic mother spoke his name carefully.
“Thragg.”
The giant warrior crushed enemy soldiers mercilessly during the holographic battle.
“He was born during war.”
Peter watched silently.
The hologram continued:
“Thragg believed conquest defined Viltrumite destiny.”
The images showed Thragg leading armies through galaxies.
Destroying worlds.
Slaughtering enemies.
“He inherited King Argall’s ideals completely.”
Peter frowned slightly.
“…He sounds insane.”
The holographic mother didn’t deny it.
Then suddenly—
The holograms changed again.
This time, several Ancient Viltrumites stood opposing King Argall himself.
Peter blinked slightly.
“…Wait.”
The holographic mother nodded.
“Eventually, some Ancient Viltrumites rebelled.”
Peter watched the scene carefully.
“They had grown tired of endless bloodshed.”
The rebellion exploded across the holograms.
Ancient Viltrumites fighting one another.
Entire fleets collapsing.
Civil war.
Peter slowly realized something.
The Viltrumites didn’t destroy themselves because they were weak.
They destroyed themselves because they couldn’t escape violence.
Then—
The holographic King Argall suddenly fell.
Assassinated.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
The holographic mother continued quietly.
“The king died.”
Silence filled the chamber briefly.
Then her voice became darker.
“But before his death…”
The holographic corpse of King Argall suddenly released a massive wave of dark energy across Viltrum.
Peter immediately frowned.
“…What’s that?”
The holographic mother’s expression became grim.
“As his final revenge…”
Dark clouds spread across the entire planet rapidly.
“…King Argall released the V-Virus.”
The chamber lighting itself dimmed slightly.
Almost like the ship recognized how dangerous the subject was.
Peter stared at the spreading darkness silently.
The hologram continued:
“The V-Virus was created specifically to destroy Viltrumite biology.”
Suddenly—
The holograms became horrifying.
Viltrumites collapsing.
Their bodies failing from within.
Entire cities dying.
Thousands of corpses floating lifelessly through space.
Peter’s expression slowly froze.
Because this wasn’t war anymore.
It was extinction.
The holographic mother spoke softly now.
“The virus attacked Viltrumites from the inside.”
The holographic planet itself slowly became lifeless.
Dead.
Deserted.
Peter stared silently at the floating corpses drifting across space.
“…How many died?”
The holographic mother answered quietly.
“Almost all of them.”
Silence.
The chamber suddenly felt much colder.
The hologram continued:
“The virus spread beyond Viltrum.”
Entire colonies vanished.
Armies collapsed.
Civilizations connected to the empire burned.
“It consumed galaxies.”
Peter slowly clenched his fists.
Even he could feel the tragedy behind those images.
A race that once conquered galaxies…
Reduced to almost nothing.
Then suddenly—
The holograms shifted again.
Only a few surviving Viltrumites remained now.
Broken.
Wounded.
Desperate.
The holographic mother continued:
“Only those with exceptionally powerful physiques survived initially.”
Among the survivors…
Thragg still stood.
Bloodied.
But alive.
Peter narrowed his eyes slightly.
“…Of course he survived.”
The holographic mother nodded sadly.
“However…”
The remaining Ancient Viltrumites soon turned against each other as well.”
Peter watched silently as more battles erupted.
The surviving elites fighting one another across dead worlds.
“Thragg believed mercy caused Viltrum’s downfall.”
The holograms showed him injecting weakened Ancient Viltrumites with the V-Virus personally.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
“…He infected his own people?”
“Correct.”
The holographic mother looked genuinely saddened now.
“He believed only the strongest deserved survival.”
Peter slowly muttered:
“That’s monstrous.”
The holographic battles continued.
Years passed.
Then decades.
Then centuries.
The war never stopped.
Until eventually…
Only two Ancient Viltrumites remained alive.
The holograms shifted one final time.
Peter immediately froze.
Because one of those two figures…
Was his mother.
She stood facing Thragg directly across a ruined battlefield.
Both injured.
Both exhausted.
Yet still fighting.
Peter stared silently at the image.
The holographic mother softly explained:
“The final Ancient Viltrumites were Thragg…”
The image zoomed toward her younger self.
“…and your mother.”
Peter’s breathing slowed slightly.
The holographic battle resumed.
The two warriors clashed across destroyed worlds.
Mountains shattered.
Cities vanished.
The scale of their power looked terrifying.
“They fought for years.”
Peter watched his mother standing against Thragg repeatedly despite exhaustion.
Then the holographic mother continued softly:
“Your mother wanted Viltrum to change.”
The battle slowed.
Her younger self protected civilians during the war.
“She believed our people could become better.”
Peter listened silently.
“She wanted the Viltrumites to rule through peace…”
The younger version of his mother looked toward surviving civilians compassionately.
“…through unity and protection.”
Then the hologram shifted toward Thragg again.
Violence.
Conquest.
Bloodshed.
“But Thragg only believed in domination.”
Peter quietly looked downward slightly.
It reminded him strangely of Uncle Ben’s words.
Power itself wasn’t evil.
How people used it mattered.
Then suddenly—
The holograms changed again.
This time…
His mother looked weaker.
Injured.
Blood spread across her body.
Peter immediately frowned.
The holographic mother spoke quietly now.
“Eventually…”
The scene showed Thragg forcing the V-Virus into her body.
“…your mother became infected.”
Peter’s eyes widened.
The younger holographic version of his mother collapsed painfully.
The virus spread visibly through her system.
Peter unconsciously took a step forward.
“…No.”
The holographic mother continued calmly despite the sadness.
“The V-Virus slowly consumed her strength.”
The holograms showed advanced medicines.
Suppressors.
Experimental treatments.
“Although the virus had no cure…”
His mother continued fighting anyway.
“…she delayed its effects for many years.”
Peter stared silently.
Then the holographic images slowly changed once more.
The younger version of his mother eventually abandoned the battlefield.
Alone.
Traveling endlessly through space.
“Eventually…”
The holographic mother looked toward Peter gently.
“…she realized she was dying.”
Peter’s chest tightened slightly.
The holograms showed her leaving surviving revolutionaries behind.
“She no longer wished to spend her remaining life surrounded by war.”
The image shifted again.
A small blue planet appeared.
Earth.
“Then…”
The holographic mother smiled faintly.
“…she found Earth.”
Peter slowly looked toward the hologram planet.
The holographic images softened now.
His mother meeting Richard Parker.
Talking.
Laughing.
Falling in love.
For the first time during the entire story…
The holograms became peaceful.
Warm.
Human.
The holographic mother softly finished:
Silence filled the chamber afterward.
Peter stood there motionless.
Because after hearing everything…
After learning about war, death, extinction, and suffering…
One truth remained clear.
Despite everything she experienced…
His mother still chose love in the end.
The chamber remained completely silent.
Only the soft humming of alien machinery echoed faintly through the enormous hall while holographic stars drifted around Peter slowly.
Meanwhile…
Peter himself stood frozen in place.
Because the more he learned about his parents…
The heavier everything became.
His mother looked at him gently through the holographic projection.
Even though she wasn’t truly alive…
There was still warmth in her eyes.
Pride.
Sadness.
Love.
Then slowly, she continued speaking.
“Your mother…”
The holographic images shifted once more.
Peter saw scenes of his parents together on Earth.
Small moments.
Quiet moments.
His mother smiling softly while holding him as a baby.
Richard Parker carrying him around the house.
Laughing together.
For a few brief seconds…
The darkness of the previous story disappeared.
But then—
The hologram darkened again.
The smile on Peter’s face slowly vanished.
The holographic mother spoke softly.
“Even after losing most of her power…”
Images showed his mother growing weaker slowly.
“…and even after becoming infected by the V-Virus…”
She looked toward baby Peter gently in the hologram.
“…she never stopped fighting.”
Peter quietly listened.
“Not for herself.”
The hologram zoomed toward baby Peter sleeping peacefully.
“…but for you.”
Peter’s eyes slowly widened.
Then the holographic mother said something that made Peter’s entire body freeze.
“You were also infected.”
Silence.
Peter stared blankly at her.
“…What?”
The holographic woman nodded sadly.
“The V-Virus existed inside your body from birth.”
Peter took an unconscious step backward.
“No…”
The hologram continued gently.
“Because you were biologically connected to your mother…”
Dark energy-like particles appeared within the holographic image of baby Peter.
“…the virus passed into your system during birth.”
Peter’s breathing slowed.
His mind almost stopped processing for a moment.
The virus.
The same virus that destroyed an entire civilization.
The same virus that exterminated the Viltrumites.
It existed inside him?
Since birth?
Peter quietly whispered:
“…Then why am I alive?”
The holographic mother looked directly into his eyes.
“Because you were different.”
Peter frowned slightly.
The hologram shifted again.
This time, Peter saw microscopic holographic images of cells and DNA structures.
The virus spread through the system.
But unlike before…
It wasn’t consuming him.
Instead—
His body was absorbing it.
Peter blinked slightly.
The holographic mother explained carefully:
“Unlike your mother…”
The holographic cells slowly devoured traces of the virus.
“…your body began consuming the V-Virus itself.”
Peter stared silently at the microscopic simulation.
His own cells absorbed the dark viral energy gradually.
The hologram continued:
“Your hybrid biology reacted differently.”
Peter slowly muttered:
“…Hybrid?”
“You inherited both human and Ancient Viltrumite genetics.”
The holographic mother pointed toward the DNA structures.
“The result was unstable.”
Peter continued watching quietly.
“The virus was not killing you immediately.”
The holographic cells continued absorbing the infection.
“…but your body also lacked the strength to fully contain it.”
Peter’s expression slowly changed.
“…Meaning?”
The holographic mother answered softly.
“If your body failed to adapt…”
The DNA structures began collapsing during the simulation.
“…you would eventually die.”
Silence.
Peter felt his chest tighten.
So from the very beginning…
He was dying too.
The holographic mother continued:
“Your parents knew this.”
The images shifted again.
This time…
Peter saw Richard Parker working endlessly inside laboratories.
Stacks of research.
Medical formulas.
Scientific data covering walls.
Days without sleep.
The holographic mother softly explained:
“Your father desperately searched for a solution.”
Peter stared silently at the hologram version of his father.
He looked exhausted.
Obsessed.
Desperate.
Then suddenly—
A familiar name appeared across one of the holographic screens.
OSCORP.
Peter immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.
“…Norman Osborn.”
The holographic mother nodded slowly.
“Norman Osborn approached your father years ago.”
The holographic images showed a younger Norman Osborn speaking with Richard Parker.
“He offered Richard a position developing an advanced super-soldier serum.”
Peter frowned.
“The military?”
“Correct.”
The holographic mother continued:
“The project intended to create enhanced human soldiers.”
Peter watched his father reject the offer initially during the hologram.
Then later…
Everything changed.
The holographic mother looked toward Peter sadly.
“When your father discovered your condition…”
The image showed Richard staring at baby Peter emotionally.
“…he accepted.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
Not for money.
Not for fame.
Not for the government.
For him.
The holographic mother softly explained:
“Richard Parker never created the serum for Norman Osborn.”
The hologram zoomed toward complex formulas and genetic research.
“He created it for you.”
Peter slowly looked downward.
Memories surfaced inside his mind.
His father staying late in laboratories.
Always exhausted.
Always working.
As a child, Peter never understood why.
Now he did.
His father was trying to save his life.
The holographic mother continued calmly.
“Your mother could not receive the serum.”
Peter looked up again.
“Why?”
The holographic simulation showed the V-Virus spreading violently through her weakened body.
“By that point…”
The holographic mother sighed softly.
“…the infection within her had progressed too far.”
Peter slowly clenched his fists.
“If the serum had been injected into her…”
The simulation showed catastrophic cellular collapse.
“…she would have died almost instantly.”
Silence filled the chamber.
Peter quietly looked away for several seconds.
Then finally whispered:
“So all those years…”
He remembered his father constantly working.
Researching.
Traveling.
Hiding things.
“…he wasn’t working for Osborn.”
The holographic mother softly nodded.
“He worked alongside dangerous people…”
The hologram showed shadowy laboratories and hidden organizations observing the project secretly.
“…not for them.”
Richard Parker continued researching desperately in the hologram.
“…but for you.”
Peter’s throat tightened slightly.
Because suddenly…
So many childhood memories made sense now.
The late nights.
The arguments.
The secrecy.
The fear in his parents’ eyes sometimes.
It was never about ambition.
It was survival.
Then the holographic mother’s expression darkened slightly.
“But eventually…”
The holograms around the chamber shifted again.
This time…
The atmosphere became tense.
Security footage.
Hidden surveillance.
Encrypted files being stolen.
Shadows watching laboratories secretly.
Peter frowned immediately.
“What happened?”
The holographic mother looked directly at him now.
“They found out.”
Peter stiffened slightly.
“…Who found out?”
The holographic images changed rapidly.
Hidden organizations.
Government divisions.
Secret agencies.
Dark figures observing Richard Parker’s research from the shadows.
Not one group.
Several.
Powerful people hidden behind influence and secrecy.
The holographic mother continued quietly:
“The moment your father’s research showed signs of success…”
The holograms displayed encrypted transmissions spreading rapidly.
“…certain organizations became interested.”
Peter narrowed his eyes.
“They wanted the serum.”
“Correct.”
The holographic images showed hidden operatives attempting to seize research facilities.
Military divisions.
Private organizations.
Powerful people operating from the shadows.
Everyone wanted the serum.
Because a serum capable of creating beings like Peter?
It would change the entire world forever.
The holographic mother continued:
“Your father realized the danger immediately.”
Peter watched the holograms carefully now.
Richard Parker hurried through laboratories gathering data frantically.
Destroying files.
Burning research.
Deleting systems.
“He understood that if the serum fell into the wrong hands…”
The holograms showed future possibilities.
Super soldiers.
Wars.
Governments abusing the power.
“…millions would suffer.”
Peter slowly clenched his fists.
Then the hologram showed something painful.
Richard Parker injecting young Peter with the completed serum.
Peter froze slightly.
The holographic mother spoke softly:
“After stabilizing your condition…”
Richard held young Peter gently afterward.
“…your father destroyed everything.”
The holograms exploded into flames.
Research burned.
Databases erased.
Years of work vanished overnight.
Peter watched silently.
Then the holographic mother continued:
“He and your mother intentionally drew attention toward themselves.”
The holograms showed them fleeing constantly.
Being hunted.
Watched.
Pursued.
“They wanted every organization chasing them…”
Richard Parker looked back toward young Peter one final time in the hologram.
“…instead of you.”
Silence filled the chamber completely afterward.
Peter stood motionless.
Because now…
He finally understood the truth.
His parents didn’t abandon him.
They sacrificed themselves protecting him until the very end.
Chapter End.