Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 215 - 216: A New Evolutionary Path

The Black Quadrant, Main Hall.

Thanos sat upon his obsidian throne, fingers steepled, his eyes deep as the silent expanse of space. Reflected in those starless depths was a stream of combat footage transmitted by the artificial intelligence, Woz.

Super Saiyan Lothar. Goddess of Death Hela.

Two reckless youths who should’ve been taught a painful lesson, yet in this footage, they dominated with overwhelming might, shattering every expectation Thanos held.

The mighty capital of the Kree Empire, brought to its knees.

Not a single soul could stand against them... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Not even the so-called God of Artificial Intelligence of the Kree, when he appeared, he too seemed utterly powerless.

An empire that had ruled the cosmos with iron fists for millennia... now flailed like a helpless child, vulnerable to Lothar and Hela’s lashings as they tore through their defenses with unrestrained fury.

Ebony Maw could only gape in disbelief.

"Incredible... Has Lothar’s power truly grown this much...?"

Beside Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight narrowed her eyes, a rare flicker of unease flashing through her usually stoic gaze.

The Kree Empire, a force even she, and Thanos himself, would usually think twice before provoking.

Yet to Lothar? It was child’s play.

"His potential... it’s terrifying."

Though his expression remained cold, Corvus’s clenched fist betrayed the storm within. His ragged cloak fluttered despite the still air, his hand tightening around a weapon that gleamed with deadly energy.

Strong. No, monstrously strong.

Much as they hated to admit it, even the combined might of Thanos’s Black Order paled in comparison to Lothar’s power and potential.

"I will become the strongest warrior in the universe! One day, you won’t even be able to withstand a flick of my finger!"

That bitter vow from Lothar’s youth, made as he lay broken after nearly being slain by Corvus, echoed once more in the warrior’s mind.

"Hey, big guy. What do you think?"

Proxima nudged Cull Obsidian, choosing to poke the giant rather than provoke her brooding husband. As always, Cull’s face was unreadable.

"Same as you," he rumbled.

Ebony Maw stepped forward, addressing Thanos respectfully.

"My lord, if I recall correctly, back on Midgard, Lothar wasn’t this powerful yet."

He remembered vividly: when Thanos, Odin, and the Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto had battled the Lord of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, Lothar had been a mere shadow of himself, his very soul on the verge of shattering.

And now? Now he was directly confronting the Kree Empire?

Even Thanos would not dare such a thing lightly.

For one who believed that "Thanos is the skies, Thanos is the earth, Thanos is the only myth", Ebony Maw struggled to accept this.

"You’re right," Thanos nodded.

The ruler of Centauri, whose expression had remained frozen in stoic coldness since learning Lothar had attacked Hala, finally thawed. A rare, proud glint shone in his eye, his lips lifting in a subtle smile.

"But this is who Lothar is."

"My successor."

To rise stronger from the brink of death, that was the essence of Lothar’s training since childhood.

His journey to repair his soul on Midgard was no exception.

And now, with that reforged soul, Lothar could bear even greater cosmic forces, including the devastating power of the Infinity Stones.

"A new path of evolution, is it..."

Thanos mused aloud, watching the footage: Lothar sweeping through Hala like a golden storm, and Hela carving a parallel path of destruction not far behind.

In his eyes was approval.

He had affirmed Hela’s worth, not only as a warrior but as a fitting daughter-in-law.

She could fight. She could kill.

Her power was immense.

And now, thanks to the Mind Stone, her divine aspect as the Goddess of Death had been awakened.

Such a woman was more than worthy to be Lothar’s queen.

"Thanos."

A transmission from Asgard arrived just then.

With a wave of his hand, the illusion of Queen Frigga materialized before him, regal as ever, but visibly distressed.

"Lothar is being reckless!"

"Hela’s body can’t handle the power of the Mind Stone!"

Frigga’s voice trembled with worry.

Hela’s strength alone was never enough to rampage across the Kree’s capital. The only reason she was managing it now was because Lothar had forcibly placed the Mind Stone in her hands.

But the Mind Stone was one of the Infinity Gems, its energy was far beyond what Hela’s Asgardian body could safely contain.

No one knew how long she could last.

"This isn’t what we agreed on, Thanos!"

Frigga had envisioned that after resolving matters on Xandar, Lothar and Hela would return to Asgard peacefully.

Instead, they had stormed the Kree heartland?

"Calm yourself, Frigga," Thanos said smoothly.

"Your daughter won’t die. In fact, she stands to gain immensely from this."

Frigga’s fluster clashed with Thanos’s calm detachment.

"Don’t forget, Lothar is also sharing the Mind Stone’s burden."

From Woz’s footage, it was clear: when Hela was on the verge of losing control to the stone’s power aboard their ship, it was Lothar who intervened, diverting and absorbing the excess energy that would have destroyed her.

"Lothar, Hela, and the Mind Stone, together, they’ve formed a delicate energy equilibrium."

"What they’re doing on Hala isn’t just about vengeance."

"It’s evolution."

"They’re using the surplus energy within to achieve the next stage of transformation."

"Do you understand now?"

Thanos stood from his throne, hands clasped behind his back, and spoke slowly, clearly.

Each word carried the weight of cosmic insight.

"My lord, the last survivor of the Cosmic Syndicate has arrived."

Frigga vanished, connection severed by a dismissive wave, as Ebony Maw leaned in to report.

"Jack Jones?"

"Yes. I believe he intends to resurrect the Syndicate under your protection."

"A remnant from a rotting era," Proxima sneered.

The so-called Cosmic Syndicate, infamous across the stars, once claimed to be the universe’s premier criminal empire, and yet one of their founding rules was "No trafficking of children."

Proxima could never understand the contradiction.

"A whore with morals?" she scoffed.

"Corvus. Handle it."

Thanos dismissed the matter entirely, tossing it to Corvus Glaive like an irrelevant pawn.

Money? He’d give it. Manpower? No problem.

Thanos had always honored his pacts; cold, transactional, and unsentimental.

But right now, he had greater matters on his mind:

Lothar’s next evolution.

There was no time to waste on petty criminals.

...

And on Hala, the slaughter had only just begun.

For the first time in nearly ten thousand years, the Kree homeworld was under siege by an outside force.

SLAM!

Lothar caught Hela mid-air as she fell, a plasma cannon having just knocked her from the sky.

"You’re still far from ready."

The words came out casually, too familiar, too blunt.

Hela scowled, brushing off his arm with a huff.

"It was just a fluke. Mind your own damn business."

Whether she was right or not didn’t matter. With Lothar, she always had to argue.

But then... her eyes narrowed.

Wait. Something’s off.

She looked at him, really looked.

His hair...

Isn’t as spiky.

Softer. Curved. Even... longer?

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