Kryptonians—
a race originating from the DC comic universe, renowned for both overwhelming power and terrifying potential.
Even if you know nothing about Kryptonians themselves, you have certainly heard of that tight-suited muscleman who wears his underwear on the outside, with an "S" emblazoned on his chest—
one of the most iconic IP figures in An Xora's previous life: Superman.
Superman's race is none other than Kryptonian.
Of course, this does not mean that every Kryptonian is Superman, but there is no denying that the race's bloodline possesses absurdly high potential and an equally absurd upper limit. That was precisely why An Xora had instructed Mebius to prioritize research on the Kryptonian blood sample he had purchased earlier.
And now, after nearly two months of research, Mebius had finally produced results that satisfied him.
The modified Kryptonian factor before them was the culmination of Mebius's exhaustive analysis of all known Kryptonian abilities—retaining strengths while stripping away weaknesses.
Its design preserved Kryptonians' terrifying physical attributes and their unique growth trait—becoming stronger simply by basking in sunlight—while minimizing or outright eliminating vulnerabilities that could cause power degradation in certain environments. The goal was to ensure that after undergoing fusion-warrior surgery, An Xora would gain no exploitable weaknesses whatsoever.
Even if achieving this meant slightly reducing the raw boost to his strength, An Xora found the trade-off more than acceptable.
After all, with the system backing him, he had no need to worry about long-term power growth. Avoiding inherent flaws was far more important than chasing short-term gains.
Thirty Minutes Later — Inside the Laboratory
"Next, I'll begin injecting the Kryptonian factor. The entire procedure will take approximately six hours. Please endure it as best you can."
Lying atop the operating platform, An Xora watched as Mebius manipulated the machinery, slowly injecting the factor into his body.
A warm current immediately coursed through his veins, and his body began to awaken to a brand-new source of power.
Time passed swiftly.
Under Mebius's refined techniques, the process was not painful—in fact, it felt almost euphoric.
Finally, six hours later—
A terrifying aura erupted within the laboratory.
BOOM!!!
A figure blasted through the lab ceiling—and then the entire research base—treating reinforced structures as if they were nothing. In the blink of an eye, that figure had already soared thousands of meters into the sky, arms spread wide beneath the blazing sun.
"This feeling…"
Suspended in midair, An Xora clenched his fist. Thick arcs of azure lightning crackled across his body as he vanished—only to reappear over a hundred kilometers away.
He punched downward.
RUMMMMMBLE—!!!
With a single blow, an entire mountain range was obliterated.
A ruin over a thousand meters wide and tens of kilometers long was carved straight through the terrain, rewriting the landscape itself.
The clouds above were blown apart by the shockwave. Bathed in sunlight, the energy An Xora had just expended instantly replenished—and his overall strength even continued to rise at a slow but steady pace.
"With my current strength, it's hard to accurately gauge my level without causing massive destruction. Testing raw power alone isn't reliable either. I need an actual fight."
"Since that's the case…"
Opening the system interface, An Xora accessed the shop and used the search function.
[Mirror Dimension] — Price: 3000 Points
Without hesitation, he made the purchase.
The Mirror Dimension, originating from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, was a spell mastered by the Ancient One and her disciples. It created a perfect one-to-one copy of reality—except without living beings—and no matter how much destruction occurred within it, the real world remained unaffected.
In short: the perfect battlefield.
After confirming the knowledge had been integrated into his mind, An Xora once again used the system's world-travel function—returning to Terra.
There, he summoned Jibril, deployed the Mirror Dimension, and ordered her to fight him at full strength.
Several Hours Later
Supported by Jibril, the utterly exhausted An Xora dispelled the Mirror Dimension.
The results were clear.
After completing fusion with the modified Kryptonian factor, his current power level fell somewhere between continental and surface tier.
He was not yet a match for Jibril—but neither could she defeat him easily.
Since he had lost, that meant he had not truly reached surface-level dominance yet. With a few more months of solar exposure, however, he would likely reach the point where he could rival—or even surpass—her.
Even so, An Xora was already more than satisfied.
After all, the true cost of this entire upgrade amounted to nothing more than the 2500 points spent on Kryptonian blood. Everything else—Mebius, the Grail, and other assets—were reusable investments.
"Take me back to my room in Holy Capital," An Xora said tiredly. "I'm exhausted. I need proper rest."
"With my utmost pleasure. Might my master perhaps wish for Jibril—your most loyal servant—to accompany you to bed?"
"…I'm too tired today. Another time."
Feeling Jibril's perfectly sculpted body pressed tightly against his—especially the startling softness at her chest—An Xora forcibly suppressed the fire in his gut.
Joking aside, in his current state, having just been beaten to his knees by her in combat, going back only to be beaten to his knees again in bed would be the ultimate humiliation.
Better to endure for a few more months.
Or perhaps wait for a bright, sunny day and take things outdoors—
Then he'd show Jibril exactly what a master's dignity looked like.
Chernobog — Abandoned Laboratory Ruins
After more than a day of nonstop travel, Kal'tsit finally arrived.
Cracked walls covered in moss. Dust-laden floors. Everything looked exactly as she remembered—
Except for one thing.
The sarcophagus.
Broken. Ruined. Empty.
Kal'tsit's pupils trembled violently as a bone-chilling cold washed over her from head to toe.
The Doctor…?
Where was the Doctor?!
That sarcophagus was a relic of the Precursor Civilization. Without knowing the proper activation method, no one on modern Terra should have been able to open it—let alone destroy it.
Unless…
Unless the one who took the Doctor was also tied to the Precursor Civilization—or worse, was a contingency the Doctor himself had left behind.
After all, only a Precursor artifact could destroy another Precursor artifact.
At that moment, though she stood indoors, Kal'tsit felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss.
The Doctor was gone.
Then the recent upheavals in Ursus—
Could it be…?
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