Awakening Kryptonian Bloodline In Marvel.

Malrick had a premonition. He barely had time to open his eyes and wave to Tony before vanishing without a trace.

There was no spatial fluctuation.

No wormhole sucking him in.

No portal opening in the sky.

He disappeared as if someone had selected his image on a digital canvas and simply cut it out—gone in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

"Thanks for the generous gift!" Tony exclaimed, his eyes wide. "This is... completely unscientific!"

All the instruments around him remained still, unchanged—as if nothing had ever happened.

To Tony, Malrick's disappearance was like a drop of water evaporating from the ocean: quiet, unnoticed, without a ripple.

He sprinted to the spot where Malrick had stood and scanned the area, trying to make sense of it.

His worldview had just been shattered.

How could someone travel through worlds so silently? That defied all logic.

But what disturbed him more wasn't the science—it was the emptiness Malrick left behind.

"Malrick, you'd better come back soon!" Tony muttered. As soon as Malrick vanished, Tony felt uneasy.

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Malrick felt like he had been thrust into a void.

A force pushed him forward through the emptiness.

He couldn't open his eyes or speak—like an insect swept away by a rushing current.

But that analogy didn't quite fit. He didn't feel restrained; he simply couldn't move. It was like being in a coma, strapped to a hospital stretcher in an ambulance, speeding ahead.

The sensation didn't last long.

Suddenly, he felt himself pass through a membrane, like breaking the surface of water. He could even sense the ripple as he broke through.

Then the world spun.

Solid ground returned beneath him, and control over his body was restored.

His armor, which had powered down during the transit, restarted. The glowing eyes in his mask flickered to life.

"Is this... a war zone?"

Before him, flames devoured high-rises, licking at the night sky.

Buildings blazed around him. Fires mirrored stars, setting the darkness ablaze.

Shattered glass, crumpled road signs, and crashed cars with ripped doors and mangled frames filled the streets.

Above, helicopters with searchlights hovered, scanning the chaos below.

It looked like a city under siege—or one that had just survived a bombing.

Abandoned cars littered the road, evidence of a panicked evacuation.

Jarvis came online. "Sir Malrick, are you alright? When we were still in the garage, all armor systems suddenly shut down."

"I'm fine. We've arrived in another world, Jarvis."

Malrick surveyed the ruined streets. "The systems shut down because of the dimensional transit. No big deal. Try connecting to the local network."

Jarvis's job was simple: gather data.

Malrick closed his eyes and lifted the mental blocks on his enhanced hearing.

Instantly, sounds from every direction flooded in—wind, fire, screams—a kaleidoscope of chaos.

Each sound felt like a visual—each voice, a snapshot of this world.

He filtered the noise and found the signals he needed.

"Wesker, welcome to HCF. You're now our field commander!"

"Marvin! Hold the West Gate!"

"Chris! Jill and Brad are in danger—I have to get back to them!"

"Tell Ada Wong we must secure the G-Virus!"

Voices distilled into fragments of critical information.

Malrick opened his eyes, realization dawning.

"This... this is the Resident Evil universe. I'm in Raccoon City."

He recalled the game's plot from his past life. "This world shouldn't be too dangerous for me."

Still, something puzzled him.

"How does the world-jumping system select the next universe? Does this one really qualify?"

"Theoretically, regenerative viruses could be used to restore lost limbs. Sure, there's a risk of zombification—but the tech works."

"But will anything here actually increase my strength?"

Malrick furrowed his brow.

"T-Virus, G-Virus, bioweapons... none of these help a Kryptonian. In fact, they'd probably weaken me."

Then he paused.

"Well, maybe there is one thing."

He looked up at the fiery red sky, his eyes narrowing.

"There's a yellow sun."

Realization hit him.

"A yellow sun... So, my power's enhanced here. Great. But what's the point? Marvel Earth has a yellow sun too. Am I just here for a change in solar scenery?"

He sighed. His keyword filters clearly needed adjustment. This was a poor destination for power gains.

"Next time, I'll set the filter to 'genetic enhancement potential' or 'alternative means of power growth.'"

"Whatever. Let's just chalk this up as reconnaissance. Jarvis, forget the network scan. Let's head back—"

Just then, an invisible wave surged through the area, washing over Malrick's body.

His mind froze.

A strange coolness swept through his brain—like an unseen hand giving his cerebral cortex a luxury spa treatment.

He felt... sharper. Something in his mind had been quietly optimized.

He didn't resist—the energy was entirely beneficial. Even his armor didn't activate any defense mechanisms.

Still, he remained cautious.

"What the hell was that?"

Malrick tried to stay calm. The sensation was clearly a gift—but one with unclear intent.

And then it happened.

Through his dimensional abilities, he sensed a strange frequency.

On instinct, he activated his power.

A message—a garbled, alien signal—synced with his frequency and embedded itself into his thoughts.

Malrick touched his temple. It felt like a ghost was whispering directly into his neurons.

[Gift. Salvation. Doomsday. Evolution. Creatures.#%@*&...]

The message was cryptic. Even with his hyper-accelerated cognitive processing, he could only decipher six words.

It wasn't a conversation. It felt more like raw instinct—an echo of desire with no clear source.

He frowned.

"Could this... be the world's consciousness?"

He stroked his chin. "Is Resident Evil's world consciousness asking for help?"

It made some sense.

Malrick had pierced into this universe via dimensional travel. That pathway could serve as a two-way conduit for communication.

Maybe this wasn't a proper consciousness, but a collective instinct—born from the fears and desires of humanity here.

Still, it had given him something.

That mental boost must've been the "gift."

Malrick appreciated that. He liked it when deals started with generosity.

He hadn't asked for anything. But since the universe was literally forcing presents into his pocket...

Maybe he would help.

Besides, it was worth studying the upgrade he'd just received.

But first, he needed to understand what this strange world truly wanted from him.

After all, the message had been maddeningly vague.

BOOM!

A massive explosion rocked the rooftop above, shaking him from his thoughts.

The sky burned even brighter as debris rained down.

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