Chapter 24

Authors note Heads up: Sorry in the chapter is really crappy. I have had a devastating case of writer's block. I made this chapter over the entire week so it is kind of thrown together. Sorry. Thank you for reading anyways.

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The royal family was in the throne room with Sol strung up in the ceiling. He still had not woken up and no one had seen the tentacles erupt from the ground.

After a little while, the third princess had made it into the throne room with Sylvia in a cage.

The instant Sylvia saw Sol covering in what looked like dragon scales and strung from the ceiling, she started to thrash around in her cage.

"Stop thrashing, I will let you out in a little bit." The princess said.

Still, Sylvia didn't stop thrashing. She was in a metal cage. Its walls had crossing bands so she could see everything around her but were never able to get out.

"I said, STOP THRASHING!!" the princess yelled at Sylvia.

But Sylvia continued.

After a while, the mesh of the cage finally gave and a hole big enough for her to go through appeared and she took the chance. She slipped through the hole and slithered over to Sol while transforming.

"Sol, oh my beautiful Sol." She said as she checked all of his body.

She slithered up his body until his and her heads were at the same height. He seemed to have grown up a little bit. He had toned muscles all over his body. He was shirtless for some reason so Sylvia had a full view of the 6 packets he had built up in the year that they had been apart.

After everyone in the throne room was gathered, the floor started to shake again. For the second time in less than an hour, the tentacled from hell came back up but this time through the throne room.

"What in the bloody hell is going on here?!?!" the king asked and the ground started to shake.

The guards started to surround the royal family and a crevis, just like the one in the training arena appeared. The tentacled rushed out and towards Sol's body. Sylvia had to jump off because she thought that if she didn't, she would get slapped to high heaven with the tentacles.

The tentacles moved in on Sol's body with another, still unconscious ethereal Sol in their grasp. As they were about to hit Sol's body, they stopped and gently placed his ethereal body back into his physical one.

"Dear god." The Queen stuttered.

And with the placement, of his ethereal body back into his physical body, a black light seemed to come from his body. He started having a mini seizure as this black light was emitted from him.

"S ... Sol? What's going on?!?!"

Sylvia started to get worried about Sol because his body started to change. His hair seemed to be burnt away and replaced with pitch-black hair that seemed to swallow even the black light around him. His eyes became fully silver/white.

His height increased to top out at about 6'5". About 11" taller than he was before. His muscles expanded and shrunk many times over until his body decided it was perfect.

A few other changes happened externally but what was happening internally was a lot more interesting.

As Sol was ejected from hell, the demon had released all of his memories. And from that point on, all of his newly found lives started fighting in his head.

He learned that he had experiences from hundreds of different professions. The current Sol was no different. He was fighting all of these different personalities, of himself. He saw himself, or at least a version of himself, doing hundreds of different things. Memories like working in and out or things that didn't improve his evolution, intellect, or survivability were eradicated in an instant and he forgot these as they had never happened.

Then, the current Sol stood up.

"EVERYONE STOP!!" He yelled in his mindscape.

Instantly, everything stopped at the ferocity in his voice. He was the youngest version of himself but he shut everyone up with the pure monstrous powers he had. It became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"I may be the youngest but this is MY BODY!! I will NOT tolerate any of this fuss. You are all part of me. NOT the other way around!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!" Sol yelled at the top of his lungs.

All of his different versions looked at him will a 'Your an idiot' grin.

"And who says that this is your body?" one of these people said.

Sol didn't skip a beat. He dashed at the person and slammed a fist into his gut. I'm talking about one of these punches in anime where the person's gut goes a foot behind their body. With this, everyone stopped again.

After a second of looking at how far the body was thrown, everyone looked at Sol again.

"Anyone else?" He asked in a mocking tone.

Then the mental battle of the century started. Spells of thousands of different worlds come flying at him from wands, sticks, canes, and many different things. A fighter from different eras and worlds came at him at full speed. This was like the scene in Hellsing Ultimate. When Alucard was facing agest the zombie Nazies and the church people and everyone was shooting at him. But instead of letting the spells or bullets to crowns hit time, he doges everything and took down any melee fighters near him at the same time.

Left,

Right,

Spinn,

Backflip.

Repeat.

Every time he defeated a clone, he gained its memories. Since all he was fighting right now were the hand to hand fighters, his melee combat improved exponentially. It was as though his body had been practicing these fighting styles for his entire life. Other things also came into his head be he ignored the,. He was having too much fin fighting. He looked and quite early became a demon, destroying, and killing everything in his path.

And within a minute, all physical fighters were on the ground. The ranged people were still firing as fast as they could but to no avail, Sol just did one of those cool walks towards them as he made a mental construct of a sword, burning katana kind of thing. Anytime a projectile came at him, he deflected it with his sword or cut straight through it. All around him was fire coming in from all sides.

Bullets were cut, spells were broken, lasers were dogged, not that they could hurt him very much. Al all this while, Sol had grown closer and closer to the ranged.

When they were in reach of his sword, everything stopped for the third time. He pointed the tip of his sword at the closest person and grinned savagely.