The King of Formless - Arknights Fan Fiction

I am DE-001, a shapeshifter with no fixed form. In my body, the whispers of trillions of consciousness flow - the persistence of the sand scorpion, the confusion of the worm, the loneliness of the migratory locust, and the 200 million ancient memories inherited from the Lord of the Royal Court. I am the container of all sounds and all possible superpositions. But they call me the "King of Formless". I was created by Precious, a pre-civilization scientist. She wanted me to be a bridge between all consciousnesses, to assimilate all of Terra and end all strife. This is the "experiment" she has been waiting for for ten thousand years. And I chose to refuse. In the quadruple fusion of the Seed of Mercy, the Power of the Demon King, and the Precious Data, I touched a power that transcended the laws of physics. At that moment, I could become a god, erase all pain, and build a perfect collective consciousness—— But then I would never hear the wind blowing across the moor again. Traces activated the annihilation weapon "Grey Torch" to wipe Kazdel from the map. Amiya from Rhode Island held my hand and told me with her courage: Choosing not to turn around and leave is the starting point of compassion. This is not a story about conquest. This is a story about refusing to be.