Marvel's Kryptonian Scientist Chapter 143 143

There was not much left to say after that.

As long as Drex Valen was interested in Tifa's body, everything else followed naturally.

He made her into a superstar almost overnight, the kind of superhero whose face alone could stop traffic. With Tifa's looks, charisma, and combat ability, it was no surprise she beca a cultural icon more popular than most top-tier celebrities.

Tifa, on the other hand, was shocked by just how intense this world's people could be.

Every day, ssages poured in by the thousands.

I love you.

I'd die for you.

That sort of thing, nonstop.

She stared at Drex, bewildered. "Is this world always this direct when it cos to love?"

"Mostly, yes," Drex said. "But ignore them. The Sword Bureau is an official organization. They can't reach us."

He looked at her with clear appreciation.

A few days ago, she had still felt a little like a doll, beautiful but unfinished. Now she was fully alive, fully real. If the original Tifa stood next to this one, Cloud probably would not have been able to tell the difference.

"You," Tifa said, frowning softly, "stop staring at like that."

Drex did not stop.

"Tifa."

He pulled her into his arms.

She pushed at him lightly, but the motion was so weak he barely even noticed.

Their breathing mixed together. Drex's body was hot, like a furnace, and Tifa's resistance softened under the pressure of that warmth.

"Drex…"

"Tifa…"

He answered her with a nod.

After that, the scene could only be described with a single line of poetry.

A shared cup of wine in public, soft jade held beneath lantern light, a turn of the head and a full embrace, all tenderness and ache.

The rest was pain, then surrender, then more pain.

When it was over, Tifa slept peacefully in Drex's arms, her expression utterly content.

Drex stroked her hair with unhurried fingers.

"She's the new one?"

Esdeath had walked in without warning, as if this were completely normal, and glanced at Tifa.

"Mm," Drex said.

His eyes shifted to Esdeath.

She was wearing black tights that hugged her figure tightly.

This woman was becoming more and more human by the day.

Then Esdeath, without a word of hesitation, ca straight over and pounced on him like a troublemaker looking for a fight.

Drex took the counterattack in stride.

The two Kryptonians went at it with ferocious intensity, the room filling with heat and motion.

In the end, Drex ca out on top.

Even for him, handling two Kryptonian won in one night was exhausting.

His reserves were drained. For the mont, refilling that vault was going to take ti.

"My strength is still too weak," he muttered afterward.

If he could not bring down fifty Kryptonians at once, what was the point of building a harem in the first place?

Unfortunately, Drex had entered a long growth phase.

The sun had already stopped giving him those explosive early gains. Now it took ti for his strength to rise, unless he went the Golden Superman route and slept inside a sun for centuries.

Since that was not happening, he would have to wait.

Esdeath probably kept coming back for the sa reason. She had also begun noticing that sunlight was no longer making her stronger as quickly as before.

Still, that did not matter much.

Drex Valen was not an ordinary Kryptonian anyway.

He was an abnormal one.

An electromagnetic Kryptonian.

More than that, sothing in the Marvel sun seed to have triggered a mutation in him. By his current standards, it was still a minor change, but he had noticed it.

On the surface, Drex looked like soone who never did anything useful with his ti.

In truth, he was constantly studying himself.

He had explored everything.

The possibility of implanting X-genes.

Injecting Hulk serum.

None of it had satisfied him.

X-genes were unstable, and if the wrong person got involved, they could be completely ruined by a leech-type mutant.

Drex's free public health screenings had already let him collect the gene sample of that very leech.

That was also why he had no hesitation about letting selected people awaken or receive X-genes. He had safeguards in place.

During years of long, thodical self-research, Drex finally found a path that worked.

The Super Saiyan path.

No. Not that.

The Super Kryptonian path.

Everyone knew Superman had a solar flare mode.

When pushed into despair, he could release the stored yellow sunlight inside his body in one catastrophic burst, turning himself into a living sun. In that state, he beca almost unstoppable.

The downside was brutal.

After using solar flare mode, Superman would lose all power for the next twenty-four hours.

Drex had that too.

But the suicidal, burn-yourself-out approach was too crude for his taste.

Over nearly three years of self-experintation, he had finally perfected a Super Kryptonian state.

Instead of detonating all the yellow solar energy at once, he learned how to distribute it in an organized way through every cell in his body, creating a stable and sustained transformation.

He tried it.

Blazing golden energy erupted upward.

His black hair shot straight up and turned gold, while his eyes shifted into a bright, luminous gold as well. Unlike the usual green glow associated with so transformations, his gaze burned with pure golden light.

Energy surged across his entire body.

Drex frowned.

"Too much waste."

Even so, the transformation itself was incredible.

A hundredfold increase in combat power.

And thanks to his electromagnetism, he did not have to worry about running dry. He could directly convert energy to replenish what he needed.

His energy absorption mutation ant he was not dependent on yellow sunlight the way other Kryptonians were.

Any form of energy could sustain him.

That allowed him to hold this state for long periods without issue.

What had once been an upper-tier godlike level of strength now pushed him fully into the ranks of true cosmic heavyweights. In fact, inside that tier, he was probably already the kind of monster that could casually tear Thanos apart.

That said, Drex still had one concern.

"I still don't really know how to use cosmic energy," he muttered. "That could be a problem against Thanos."

The ability to sense and manipulate cosmic energy was, in the Marvel universe, one of the real thresholds into godhood.

It was the foundation beneath so many top-tier beings that it was almost impossible to avoid. At least ninety percent of the gods and cosmic elites in this universe had so connection to it.

More importantly, anyone who touched cosmic energy, even slightly, was already sothing far beyond ordinary life.

A ruler. A terror. A being who could dominate entire regions of the universe.

Cosmic energy was different from normal energy.

It was higher grade, more refined, and possibly the key to breaking past his current ceiling entirely.

Thanos, for example, had gone from a physical body to multiversal power after absorbing vast quantities of cosmic energy in the original story. Drex had no doubt he would soar just as high, if not higher, if he did the sa.

The problem was that cosmic energy was not sothing you stumbled across like spare change on a street corner.

Compared with it, even vibranium was practically common.

Sothing that rare and powerful naturally attracted countless eyes. But the truth was simple: the purest cosmic energy had already been collected over the course of the universe's history, and the beings capable of absorbing it had mostly already taken what they could.

There was no easy place left to find it.

No easy way to get it.

Drex would have to keep looking.