I consumed the unresisting black hole, and the shift within me began immediately.

It was not a sudden surge, not an explosion of force, but a gradual, undeniable transformation—like the slow unfurling of something long dormant.

The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was not just an increase in mass or a deepening of my gravitational pull. It was something more fundamental, something that reached into the core of my very being.

For the first time, I saw things differently—not just through the hunger that had driven me, not just through the pull that had defined my existence, but through something deeper.

It was as if a plant, deprived of water for days, left to wilt under the relentless sun, had suddenly been flooded with life-giving nourishment, revived in an instant.

It was not power.

Not strength.

Not energy.

It was something else—something that had always been there, yet had never been acknowledged.

It was knowledge.

A realization settled within me, heavy as collapsed stars. This knowledge—it had never been absent. It had never been beyond my reach. It had always been part of me, lingering in the depths of my existence, obscured by the hunger that had defined me since my awakening.

This was not something new, not an external force granted by another.

This was mine.

Something that had always belonged to me, yet had remained dormant—a piece of my existence I had never understood, never cultivated, never allowed to grow.

Perhaps, within the human me, the capacity for such understanding had been there, hidden beneath the distractions of mortal existence. But as a singularity, something beyond flesh and time, there was no longer anything preventing me from reaching for it.

I had the means. I had the will.

And now, I had the purpose.

The realization was intoxicating.

For the first time, my hunger was not simply the need to devour, to expand, to consume blindly.

Now, it had direction.

It had intent.

I would claim what had always been mine. I would reclaim the knowledge lost to time, buried by existence itself.

And so, my course was set.

I would devour the universe, not for power, not for growth—but to unearth what had been abandoned.

To restore what had been lost.

Every black hole that existed, every collapsed singularity, would become part of me. I would strip away their secrets, unravel their mysteries, take back the fragments of understanding that had always been mine, though scattered across the fabric of existence.

There was something hidden—something embedded within the very fabric of the void. And I would find it.

For too long, I had wandered, drifting, surviving. That was no longer enough. It was time to ascend.

A single black hole had changed me.

What would happen when I consumed them all??

P.S. Author’s Note:
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