Science in a comics universe resembles magic.

Or maybe the ingredients are magic, in multiple meanings of it.

The Lazarus water was magical indeed, and synergized well with my Desert Roses.

Nth metal was even more magical, while X-kryptonite was not actually magical, but was behaving just as such.

*Ding.

You have created the All-cure formula. It can heal any disease, for any humanoid species. Safe to use in liquid form, injectable.

For this major Miracle you receive +2 INT, +2 CHA and +10 Tech Use skill points.

I glanced from my harmonic synthesizer to my Gamer screen and back. Coincidence or something else?

I saved the complicated formula to several cloud servers and a solid state disk for my Storage. This wasn't something one could use openly. The Multiverse itself was riddled with wars and plagues.

And why did the System reward me with more Charisma? It was my dump stat, most of all. Even 28 CHA was more than a man needed, since a top actor ranged up to 19.

I typed +7, and waited for the synthesizer to create 7 doses. If any deadly plague arrived on Earth, I couldn't hope to stop it, only save my people and go somewhere else.

As I Stored the priceless vials, I sighed inward. This Earth was still a deathworld, no matter what I did.

The quantum stabilizer was still calming the quantum foam, but I was a bit better at tech now. A hundred lines of code, three dials over, and the machine beeped with a green light.

*Ding.

You have created a stable (minor) X-kryptonite formula in gas form. Grants + 100 to All Attributes, except MAG. Extremely painful. Usable by any humanoid species. Under a yellow sun, user also receives +100 STR.

For this minor Miracle you receive +5 Awareness.

I didn't have words to describe what I felt. Did I feel a bit stupid?

Persuasion did give me lots of fucking pleasure, but nothing to add to my survival rate. Awareness is what I lacked.

I deserved what was coming. I had no idea what 'extremely painful' meant, but I deserved it.

"Peach, come and hold me down for this part." I asked in a sad voice, while filling an inhaler with the amber gas.

My peach-blonde assistant/mistress arrived at my side with a cup of tea in hand. "Oh? Big Brother is scared now?"

"This will be incredibly painful. I might die, for a second." I admitted with a shiver.

Peach placed her cup aside, and embraced me from behind. "Do your best, my sweet Apple. You still have some weakness to shed, but you'll be so much better for it."

I nodded and inhaled the new formula. Blinding pain threw me into a solid wall, pain that never ended. Fire and ice coursed though my veins, lightning through my nerves, acid in my eyes.

I had enough wits to laugh at my pitiful state. This pain was only 70% of what I deserved.

Stupid Pef!

I eventually pushed through, and didn't die. But most people would. At 100% pain levels, and without the training I did to myself with all these poisons. People had died from far less.

*You survived an extremely painful formula. +10 WILL.

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*The Gamer gains Pain Suppression IV. 60% pain levels.

"Pef? Still alive?" I heard Peach ask in a worried voice.

"Yeah. Barely." I muttered in a weak voice, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from my inventory. Gulp.

"Don't let yourself wallow now. Come, we should spar a little, see how much you've improved." Peach demanded and dragged me to our (reinforced) combat ring.

She punched me in the face, and while painful it was still okay.

I launched in a furious assault, using all my power.

Peach laughed and danced around me, like fighting with a child. "Nice! You are better now. Maybe twice as good than before."

I Hasted myself and sucker punched her in the nose.

"Haha. Now you're asking for a beating." she laughed even harder, and pummeled me good.

An hour later, I tapped out and fell on my back.

"So this is X-kryptonite, right? Would it work on me too?" Peach asked with no ulterior motive.

"Probably yes. But wait for the next update. Nobody deserves so much suffering." I grunted and closed my eyes.

"True. Give me the next one though. I could shed some weakness myself." Peach asked in a light voice, then flew away.

This girl! Almost as crazy as me. Then again, she was built to be much like me, after all. I didn't want a weak-ass, pansy sister, I wanted a hurricane.

And it showed, when Supergirl cracked in the Outbreak crisis, Peach was just peachy.

She stayed on the heroic side of things, because she liked to fly. But if I asked, she would do anything. Let's hope I don't have to.

Pef Wizard, Level 22. HP 24220+3633, MP 610+61, SP 462

Title: Ra's Al Ghul

+10 all attributes, +20 Athletics, +20 Intimidation.

Main profession: Gamer (+1 to all attributes, +10 all Skills)

Secondary profession: Wizard (+2 to Int, Will and Mag)

Tertiary profession: Detective (+2 to Per, +10 Awareness, + 10 Logic)

Strength: 217

Agility: 217

Endurance: 1211

Intelligence: 151

Wisdom: 150

Willpower: 231

Magic: 61

Perception: 152

Charisma: 140

Free points:0

Athletics: 43

Awareness: 41

Carouse: 33

Commerce: 23

Demolition: 22

Intimidation: 58

Logic: 42

Lore: 24

Medic: 115

Persuasion: 61

Tech use: 110

Weapons: 44

My new stats were so much better. It almost felt undeserved though.

Persuasion was enough for now. It wasn't as I lacked women.

I should focus Awareness, then Logic. I mean, I already had the Detective profession to show me what was important.

Thanks System, you're a great help. I wouldn't have noticed without you.

Funnily enough, now my Magic stat was the lowest, which made my Grey Wizard name quite the joke.

No wonder everyone was weirded out by my actions. I didn't act at all as the fragile-but-wise wizard.

Also, it was the System's fault too. Could have given me a Magic path!

The System stayed silent, but I knew my comment reached it. It always did.

*Ding

Magic path available at Level 30, under new Path.

See? I knew it.

With a happy face, I created a Dungeon and went to massacre more aliens. I needed more exp.