"Drex…"
Wanda froze the mont she pushed open the office door.
The scene inside hit her like a truck.
Teresa, Umbrella Corporation's Number One operative, was sitting directly on Drex Valen's lap with both arms looped around his neck. Her long legs, wrapped in white thigh-high stockings, rested casually against him.
The dress she wore had a slit running scandalously high up the side, revealing enough to make the entire room feel dangerously overheated.
For a second, nobody moved.
Then Drex coughed lightly and pushed Teresa off him with practiced calm. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the bright lipstick mark off his face like nothing unusual had happened.
"What is it, Wanda?" he asked with complete seriousness.
Teresa only smiled.
Bright.
Confident.
Dangerously beautiful.
She rose from Drex's lap in elegant high heels and strolled toward the exit with the smooth grace of a hunting cat. Her narrow waist swayed slightly with every step, drawing attention to the impossible combination of white stockings, endless legs, and towering heels.
The effect was devastating.
Wanda stood there in total defeat.
Teresa was nearly 180 centiters tall, with proportions that looked surgically engineered to ruin weaker minds. Standing next to her felt less like competing with another woman and more like encountering a prehistoric apex predator.
The gap was too overwhelming.
"I… I…"
Wanda covered her face and burst into tears before running out of the office.
Drex watched her leave and shook his head helplessly.
He understood exactly what she wanted.
The girl thought growing up ant she finally had a chance with him.
Naive.
At this point, Drex's interests leaned far more toward the won he personally created than the heroines from the original tiline. Besides, plenty of Marvel's female heroes ca packaged with enough romantic history to resemble unresolved multiverse incidents.
His creations were simpler.
Beautiful.
Powerful.
Loyal.
And, perhaps most importantly, they fulfilled every impossible fantasy he'd once only been able to admire from a screen.
The office door opened again.
Ada Wong walked inside.
Then casually locked the door behind her.
Drex raised an eyebrow.
"Ada… what exactly are you planning?"
At this rate, his office was starting to feel less like a workplace and more like public transit.
Ada smiled faintly.
"You."
"…What?"
Several highly educational office-thed films later…
Drex casually set down the completely exhausted Ada Wong.
Amateur tactics.
Trying to challenge him on his own battlefield was practically suicidal.
Not even a wrinkle remained on his clothes.
The mont he stepped outside his office, however, he encountered Urd waiting nearby.
Now that Drex had finally resigned as Director of S.W.O.R.D. and returned fully to Umbrella Corporation, won like Urd, Emma Frost, Wanda, and Ada had beco noticeably more enthusiastic.
Apparently, they were all trying to compensate for lost ti.
Handling Urd took Drex less than an hour.
And afterward, he finally decided it was ti for Wanda's powers to awaken properly.
Fortunately, explaining them would be easy enough.
Compound One could conveniently take the credit.
The only real question was whether Wanda's future abilities would attract the influence of Cyttorak.
Not everyone understood Drex's resignation.
Tony Stark, for example, directly called him to ask what the hell he was thinking.
Drex ignored him.
Thor, anwhile, had beco increasingly unwilling to return to Asgard after the Dark Elf incident. Conveniently, the Bifrost still wasn't fully repaired, giving him an excuse to remain on Earth.
Odin was furious.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do about it.
First, Earth itself was a special location, especially while the Ancient One still lived.
Second…
The Kryptonian Emperor was currently on the planet.
And Odin genuinely suspected that if he descended personally and Drex developed hostile intentions, he might never leave Earth alive again.
If Drex had heard that thought process, he probably would've mocked Odin for paranoia.
After all, by intercepting the Aether himself, Drex had diverted the Dark Elves toward Earth instead of Asgard.
Which ant Frigga survived.
Loki remained imprisoned.
And countless Asgardians avoided death during the invasion that originally devastated their world.
Publicly or privately, Drex had practically saved Asgard.
Of course, the Nine Realms remained unstable.
Thor's military campaigns had suppressed the rebellions temporarily, but without the Bifrost, maintaining long-term control would beco increasingly difficult.
Worse, Odin had finally been forced into the Odin-Sleep.
No one knew when he would awaken again.
anwhile, Drex answered the endless stream of questions regarding his resignation before locking himself inside Umbrella's laboratories.
The Reality Stone truly was absurd.
Using it, Drex had already recreated things that should have remained fictional.
Ryujinmaru.
Granzort.
Super Sentai technology.
Chouseishin systems.
Entire Lantern Ring Corps.
And every creation functioned exactly as it had in the worlds he rembered.
Originally, the only price had been life force.
But now, with the Power Stone supplying energy, even that cost disappeared.
Drex turned a glowing transformation device slowly in his hand.
"A universal wish engine," he murmured.
The future direction of the Kryptonian Empire's military had finally beco clear to him.
After all…
What better soldiers for cosmic warfare than Ultran?
Gigantic bodies.
Planetary combat capability.
Minimum destructive output asured in teor-level devastation.
They were essentially humanoid super battleships.
Combined with Kryptonian physiology, the results bordered on insanity.
And thanks to the Reality Stone, even transforming beings into giants of light beca trivial. There was no need for ancient stone statues like Tiga's race had required.
Drex could simply create them directly.
Though another thought crossed his mind briefly.
"Would the tyrant route be more interesting?"
For a mont, he considered the aesthetics of the Alien Empera line.
Then dismissed the idea.
Darkness was stylish.
But light looked far more impressive.
Soon afterward, several worlds under Kryptonian Imperial control noticed sothing strange.
The standard occupation forces stationed across their planets quietly withdrew.
In their place remained only two or three soldiers.
The resistance movents imdiately beca restless.
Sure, the Kryptonian Empire was infamous across the galaxy for its biotechnology and super-soldier programs.
General Darius alone had beco a nightmare throughout multiple star systems, wielding his Black Cleaver axe like a god of slaughter.
But no matter how terrifying they were…
Two or three soldiers were still just two or three soldiers.
Right?
The three Imperial soldiers stared blankly at the approaching rebel forces.
One of the alien-looking soldiers let out a cold laugh.
"His Majesty predicted this perfectly. The rebels really did co crawling out."
Not all Kryptonians resembled humans.
To demonstrate the empire's inclusiveness, Drex had created countless unusual lifeforms among his handcrafted population. Officially, they were simply another branch of Kryptonian racial diversity.
The rebels charged, hoping to overwhelm them through sheer numbers.
Then light exploded across the battlefield.
The three soldiers transford instantly.
Three colossal giants over one hundred ters tall towered above the planet's surface.
Silver.
Blue.
Red.
The resistance fighters looked up at the enormous beings staring down at them and nearly lost control of their bladders on the spot.
One of the giants spoke calmly.
"Begin the operation."
"Eliminate all resistance forces."
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