Awakening Kryptonian Bloodline In Marvel.

The meeting ended.

Jill remained behind in the former director's office to manage internal affairs, while Marvin and the others accompanied Malrick around the city and down to the underground research facility.

A skylight had been installed above the institute, and a new elevator now connected directly to its main entrance.

Everyone entered and descended.

"I swear, I can't eat burgers in this world ever again," Tony muttered to Malrick, lowering his voice. "This place has gone full medieval—people sleeping in the streets, the whole city smells like sewage."

"So, do you regret coming with me?" Malrick asked with a smirk.

"Regret?" Tony gave him a mock look of confusion. "Sorry, that word's not in my vocabulary."

His eyes gleamed with resolve. "I'm here, so I might as well fix something. Let's call it damage control for your sins."

"Don't start with me. How was I supposed to know world consciousness would go rogue?" Malrick shot back.

"I'm joking… mostly. But seriously, I do have to help. Did you forget who I am? I'm Iron Man." Tony crossed his arms.

"Okay, Iron Man. Planning to build a new suit here, or just sightseeing?"

"Nope. I'm studying your S-virus prototype."

"You can't be serious. Your expertise is in energy, materials, and robotics."

"Do I look like a clown to you?"

"…Fine. Let's see how deep your science knowledge goes."

Malrick threw out a few advanced questions in biochemistry, expecting Tony to stumble. But to his surprise, Tony answered each one perfectly—calmly and confidently.

"You got all of them?" Malrick blinked. "When did you secretly earn a PhD in biology?"

Tony shrugged. "Right after you said you were researching Kryptonian DNA. I studied for a few days."

"A few days? You're insane."

"You think you're the only one with a super brain?" Tony smirked. "Learning fast is just the baseline. Geniuses make it look easy."

Malrick paused.

He suddenly understood why Thanos once referred to Tony as "a man cursed with knowledge."

When they reached the lab, Tony wasted no time.

In no time at all, he was hands-on with the S-virus research—grasping complex theories before Malrick even finished explaining. Often, Tony predicted what Malrick was about to say next.

For the first time, Malrick experienced what it felt like to work with someone whose cognitive speed rivaled his own.

Their ideas sparked like lightning bolts. One's breakthrough would immediately ignite a counter-idea in the other's mind. Progress snowballed.

Bud and his assistants, who stood nearby, could only stare, dumbfounded—watching two scientific anomalies tear through virology like it was basic algebra.

Thirty minutes later, a tube of vibrant orange liquid emerged from the centrifuge.

"The vaccine for the S-virus prototype," Tony confirmed. "It generates antibodies strong enough to block infection, and it can be dispersed via air. Downside? It negates any enhancement effects."

He tapped the vial. "This'll do for now. Hey—you, test it on the mice."

Malrick, meanwhile, held a golden vial.

"The S1 virus—enhanced from the original. Mutation risk is down to 70%, and strengthening effects remain. Still not perfect, but progress."

He opened a secure case he brought with him, removing a vial of the Extremis virus and a USB.

"Tony, try fusing Extremis with the S1 strain. Let's see what happens."

Malrick peeled off his white lab coat.

"I'll go find more biological references for the next stage. Oh—and destroy a few nukes while I'm out."

Tony gave a half-laugh. "You better move fast. I have a feeling I'll have the perfect virus sitting right here in a few hours."

He stared at the golden vial, mesmerized.

After studying it in-depth, Tony understood—this virus wasn't just bioweaponry. It was evolution incarnate.

If used properly, it could change humanity forever.

And the possibility of being the one to usher in that change? It was exhilarating.

"I hope you pull it off," Malrick said. "It would be poetic if you finished the S-virus while I clean up the mess."

He wasn't worried about Tony being infected. With his altered physiology, the virus wouldn't harm him—in fact, it would only make him stronger.

With that, Malrick exited the lab and launched into the sky.

He accelerated fast—five seconds later, he was in orbit.

His black coat billowed in the vacuum of space, silent and majestic.

His super vision scanned the globe. One by one, it locked onto every super-zombie on the planet's surface.

Judgment was coming.

Two beams of scorching red heat burst from his eyes—Omega-class destruction raining down from the heavens.

To the modern world, it looked like something out of a sci-fi apocalypse. Space-based godfire.

Super-zombies below looked up, confused—until the searing beams annihilated them. Their bodies vaporized down to their most basic molecules, screaming in a silent chorus of death.

The red beams carved across the globe, slicing open the earth like hot knives through paper.

Oceans boiled.

Mountains melted.

The Great Rift Valley split further as the beams tore across East Africa.

In the Indian subcontinent, millions of super-zombies howled defiantly toward the sky.

They vanished in the next second—turned to nothing in the face of pure energy.

People around the globe watched in awe and terror.

Refugees wept and prayed.

Warlords fled into bunkers.

And for the first time in a long time—they believed in miracles.

Malrick didn't stop.

In just twenty minutes, tens of millions of super-zombies were reduced to ashes.

Next up: the nukes.

With one twist of his body, he plunged back into the atmosphere.

Humans of this world hadn't figured out how to hide things from his vision—not even nuclear warheads. They weren't encased in lead. They might as well have been glowing.

He sped through mountains, oceans, and military bases, tearing through fortified bunkers like tissue paper.

Within minutes, Malrick had gathered ten thousand nuclear warheads—most from the U.S. and Russia.

He hurled them into space.

When they reached a safe distance—hundreds of thousands of kilometers beyond the atmosphere—he raised his gaze.

Two more heat rays blazed from his eyes.

The nukes detonated in silence—brilliant fireballs bursting in the void.

Waves of radiation and electromagnetic pulses rippled through the darkness, but Earth was safe.

Satellites captured it all: a lone figure silhouetted against a curtain of cosmic fire.

Malrick hovered with his back to Earth—still, serene, divine.

Half his face glowed with nuclear light, the other bathed in sunlight.

Screens across the world broadcast his image.

His face—sharp, unyielding, and unforgettable—was burned into the hearts of everyone who saw it.

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