The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 468, 852, and 853 [Cunning]: Take it away, even a dog wouldn't drink this soup.
"Ah this?"

Icosela Johnny never expected that in such a powerful nation, the system of electing a king sounded so frivolous, and said in disbelief:
"But what if they don't keep their promise and still won't let you succeed as king after you've successfully completed the challenge?"

"Heh, then I'll most likely die there..."

Eric Steve, feigning indifference to his own life, grinned and said:
"However, just to be on the safe side, if King T'Chaka really chooses to renege on the throne and disobey the ancestral precepts by passing it on to me after I succeed in my challenge, then it will be necessary to rely on your strength to teach Wakanda a lesson from the outside..."

"But I don't think that will happen, because if King T'Chaka doesn't follow the ancestral teachings, it would be equivalent to violating the ironclad rule passed down through generations in Wakanda..."

At that time, among the 18 tribes under Wakanda, many will inevitably question his rule, and naturally, some will go after them on my behalf..."

"Therefore, this time, regardless of whether King T'Chaka accepts the challenge or not, they are already doomed to lose; only I will be the ultimate winner!!"

At this point in the conversation, Icosella Johnny suddenly felt a bit of admiration for the Murman who was so fearless in his pursuit of revenge.

However, it was merely admiration.

As a shrewd businesswoman, she's willing to 'sell' herself if the price is right!
"Tell me, Mr. Steve, how do you need our help?"

Eric Steve secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, knowing that he had managed to persuade the other party this time, and immediately said:
"It's actually quite simple. The key to my successful entry into Wakanda depends on whether you can help me capture someone."

"Who?" Icosella Johnny asked with some curiosity.

"Ulysses Crow!!"

Eric Steve was clearly prepared for this, and explained without hesitation:

"This guy is a black market arms dealer, but more than a decade ago he tried to enter Wakanda to steal vibranium, and after failing, he turned to trying to assassinate King T'Chaka... The whole of Wakanda has always wanted to capture him and hand him over to the current King T'Chaka."

"Although I had already found his hiding place, I had not been able to find a suitable opportunity to strike because he was surrounded by a large number of mercenaries every day."

Eric Steve patted his chest and assured me, "As long as you can bring me him or his body, I can handle the task of dealing with King T'Chaka and his family all by myself."

“Yes, this is a great deal.”

Before Iscolla Joni could finish speaking, Albert Wesker, who had been sitting beside her without saying a word the entire time, suddenly spoke up:
"Wait a minute, I have a condition!"

"Hmm? What are the conditions?"

Eric Steve, oblivious to the impending danger, calmly looked at the man in sunglasses opposite him and said:
"If you want vibranium weapons from Wakanda, that's no problem..."

"If you're willing to help me reclaim the throne, then once I become king, I will voluntarily open the gates of Wakanda and hand over the exclusive distribution rights for vibranium weapons to you, allowing you to make a fortune..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Albert Wesker suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a snake-like tentacle stretched across several meters and stabbed into Eric Steve's neck with a 'plop'.

goo-dong-

From an unseen perspective by Eric Steve and others, a round parasite covered in sharp teeth and tentacles burrowed into the former's neck through a cavity formed inside the tentacles.

"Ugh... what... what did you do to me?"

Eric Steve let out a scream, but his body seemed to have lost all feeling and he couldn't move an inch.

Only when Albert Wesker slowly retracted the tentacle into his mouth did he regain control of his body, collapsing to his knees with a thud, panting heavily.

"Don't worry, that was just an insurance mechanism I added for this cooperation, and it's more beneficial than harmful to you."

Albert Wesker leaned back in the sofa, crossed his legs, and ignored the angry glare from Eric Steve across from him, speaking calmly:
"First of all, I want to correct something. I have absolutely no interest in Wakanda's vibranium weapon. I simply want to get rid of that troublesome royal... who is Prince T'Challa, as you call him."

"So whether you want to be the king of Wakanda or destroy it afterward is none of our business."

Eric Steve clutched the wound on his neck, his lips trembling slightly. He wanted to explode several times, but he managed to hold back.

There was no way around it; the pressure emanating from Albert Wesker was simply too overwhelming, to the point that even someone who had killed at least a hundred people throughout his career instinctively felt the urge to back down.

He was completely unaware of this until the other party made their move.

Just assume the other person is a pretentious, brainless executive. After all, what normal person would wear sunglasses in the office?
After a moment of silence, Eric Steve asked with a grim expression:

“I can agree to help you kill Prince T’Challa, but… on the condition that you tell me what you just did to me, otherwise I will never cooperate with you, even if it means death.”

"no problem."

Albert Wesker said nonchalantly, "To ensure you don't leak our information to anyone else, I just injected you with a special parasite that I control."

"But you don't need to worry. As long as your actions don't jeopardize our plans, they will only benefit you, not harm you..."

"What...what do you mean?"

Eric Steve was quite upset after hearing that he had a parasite inside him.

After all, he had some prior knowledge of biological weapons on the black market.

Parasites don't exactly sound 'healthy'!
Albert Wesker completely ignored the venomous glare the other man was giving him. As long as the other man could complete the mission, he didn't care what he thought. So he simply explained:
"Don't worry, it usually disguises itself as your brainstem tissue and hides in your brain. At this stage, no current technology can detect its existence."

"And when you are threatened, it will provide you with additional powerful strength... Don't worry, as long as you complete the mission successfully, I will help you remove the parasite afterwards."

I believe you!
You're a really bad guy, you wearing sunglasses!

"hehe."

Eric Steve's face turned ashen; he naturally didn't believe that Albert Wesker would be so kind.

Right now, I'm at their mercy, and no matter how much they try to reason with me, it's all in vain. It's better to play along for now, use their influence to find Ulysses Klaue, and then wait until he successfully reclaims the throne of Wakanda before seeking revenge on this despicable couple.

Having made up his mind, Eric Steve forcibly suppressed the anger rising within him and said coldly:
"Alright then, I hope you'll keep your promise, otherwise... I'll show you just how terrifying the vengeful fury of Wakanda can be."

After saying that, he turned and left the office without looking back.

"Wesker, are you really going to just let him go like this?"

Having clearly guessed the wrong ending, Iscoira Johnny looked at Albert Wesker with some curiosity and asked, puzzled:

"Aren't you afraid he'll reveal that we're hiding here?"

Icosella Joni originally thought that Albert Wesker would kill Eric Steve on the spot after obtaining the key information about Wakanda.

After all, both the BSAA and Wakanda are currently searching for their whereabouts.

But who would have thought that the other party would actually let Eric Steve go?

This approach is clearly inconsistent with the ruthless and unscrupulous "Sunglasses Guy" she knows, who is willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

But based on her understanding of Albert Wesker, he would never make such a change for no reason, so there must be a reason.

"Don't worry, keeping him around still has some use..."

Albert Wesker's lips curled into a mysterious smile as he confidently reassured us, "You can rest assured, he poses no threat to us now."

"what?"

Icosella Johnny's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this, clearly having picked up on the unspoken meaning in the previous words. She quickly followed up with a fawning expression, asking:
"Let me guess... could it be related to that parasite?"

"Did you inject him with [Second Generation Subordinate Type Plaka Parasite]?"

But before Albert Wesker could speak, she shook her head in confusion and muttered to herself:
"That's not right either. If it's the [Second Generation Subordinate Type Plaka Parasite], even without testing equipment, a discerning person could tell just by looking at certain physical characteristics exhibited by the infected person..."

Although she couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard she tried, Icosella Johnny didn't believe Albert Wesker was lying.

Because she knew this talented man far better than anyone else, and he would never make up stories about such things... at least that's what she thought!

That means that, in addition to the [Second Generation Plaka Parasite] and the [Ouroboros Virus] which is currently under development, the other party has at least one other brand-new 'parasite' with powerful stealth capabilities that they haven't revealed yet.

Wesker, you're such a cunning scumbag!

I used to give you money, people, and everything else you wanted... and yet you still secretly kept things from me?
That's absolutely inhuman!

No, I have to figure this out.

Thinking of this, Icosella Johnny twisted her voluptuous body and threw herself into Albert Wesker's arms, saying in a coquettish tone:

"Tell me, besides the [Ouroboros Virus], have you secretly developed any other new species behind their backs?"

This time, Albert Wesker didn't push the other person away. Instead, he grabbed the other person's chin and said with a cold smile:

“Icosella, I advise you to quickly put away your little schemes. Even if I gave you this parasite, you wouldn’t be able to use it.”

"Why...why?" Icosella Johnny was taken aback and asked instinctively.

"Because this is a special parasite that I obtained after fusing with the power bestowed upon me by the God of Plague... No one else can control it except me."

Albert Wesker reached out and pressed down on Icosella Johnny's head, slowly pressing it downwards under the other's bewildered gaze. "And its only purpose is to reap lives... Hiss~~~"

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at the same time.

[Subspace].

In the [Nurgle Garden], which is covered with lush green vegetation.

Tzeentch adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said to Nurgle, who was stirring a long-handled ladle in front of a huge soup pot beside him:
"Boss's [God-Slaying Plan] is finally about to officially begin. If you dare to mess things up at this crucial moment, watch out, I'll burn down your garden and smother your soup pot!!"

"Don't get so worked up. Don't worry, I'll handle that [Black Panther Goddess]!"

Even when threatened to his face, Nurgle still maintained his kind and amiable expression.

He scooped some broth from the pot with a ladle, blew on it gently, and then tasted it. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face. He then turned to Tzeentch behind him and said:
"This time we're using a completely new recipe. How about it, want a bowl? It's very nourishing..."

[Tyrant] took a few steps back with a look of disgust, "Hurry up and take it further away, even dogs wouldn't drink that stuff." Then, before turning to leave, he added, "..."
"Don't be careless. Although each of those guys in the Pantheon is not much of a threat on its own, they are quite troublesome to deal with when they are gathered together."

"So next, you must ensure that your virus can weaken their strength to the greatest extent possible without being detected..."

"Only in this way can we have a chance to completely wipe out these false gods and help Boss expand the influence of [Warp]!!"

Upon hearing this, Nurgle slowly put down his ladle, gave Tzeentch an 'OK' sign, and a wicked smile crept across his kind face as he confidently said:

"Leave it to me! I've prepared a special gift for those false gods this time!!"

(End of this chapter)