Everything had happened too fast, like a tornado.
Poor Reynolds had no idea what was going on. What he had experienced in just the past few hours was far too thrilling.
All he had seen was Duva talking to two strangers one after another, after which both their heads exploded. Then Duva forced a tube of strange liquid down his throat.
God above, Reynolds had only just come to terms with the Xenomorph and his new self. His mind was filled with unease and wild delight, and he had already begun imagining himself as a superhero, adored by all.
Maybe he could be like Tony Stark—wherever he flew, countless people would cheer and pull out their phones to take pictures? Oh, he didn't seem to be able to fly. But that was fine. Reynolds could hardly wait to escape the life of being ignored and despised, to become a powerful man worthy of respect.
As for pledging loyalty to Duva? Well, he meant that sincerely. Reynolds was genuinely grateful and reverent that someone like Duva had noticed him, pulled him out of the mud through such extraordinary means, and granted him special powers.
But...
Reynolds had never expected the time to prove his loyalty to come so quickly!!
It had even skipped straight past loyalty. In Duva's mouth, it had become dying in his service! I'm finished. I'm done for. Looking at how serious they are, this stuff must be terrifying. I'm going to die... That was the only thought in Reynolds's head. Despair appeared on his face, and two streams of tears rolled from the corners of his eyes.
"Stop adding so many meaningless inner monologues. You might not die."
Only after confirming that Reynolds had swallowed all the serum did Duva release him. He observed Reynolds's condition as