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

Chapters 472, 860, and 861: The Coordinates of the Ancestral Land Revealed

"No, Father...don't die, don't leave us..."

Despite his injuries, Prince T'Challa crawled toward King T'Chaka's corpse using both hands and feet, but the next second, a large foot came down from the sky and stomped heavily on his head.

"Huh? What, is this all you've got after all that?"

Eric Steve looked at Prince T'Challa, whom he was trampling under his feet, and mocked him mercilessly: "No... with your level, you dare to accept my challenge in place of [Black Panther]?"

"You piece of trash, you think you can be the king of Wakanda? You think you're worthy of becoming the future Black Panther?!"

Eric Steve's disdain deepened, and he became increasingly animated as he spoke. Turning to the tribal chiefs watching from the opposite side, he loudly questioned them:

"You don't really want this useless piece of trash to lead you, do you?"

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look. Can someone who only knows how to use despicable means to scheme against his own people really protect your people? Can he really lead Wakanda to a stronger future?"

"No, they can't!!!"

As he spoke, Eric Steve raised the dagger in his hand again, amidst the horrified gazes of Queen Ramanda and Princess Surrey.

Without the slightest hesitation, before the others could even scream, he slashed down at Prince T'Challa, who was struggling under his foot.

puff--

Blood splattered, and a dark human head fell to the ground.

Prince T'Challa's eyes were wide open, his face frozen in the expression of his last moments before death... filled with anger and despair!

"No, no, no, my son..."

"elder brother……"

Upon seeing this, Queen Ramanda and Princess Surui collapsed to their knees in despair. Within minutes, they had lost two of their closest relatives.

A mournful wail instantly echoed throughout the entire area.

Eric Steve, however, completely ignored Queen Ramanda and the others. Holding Prince T'Challa's head in his hand, he looked at the tribal chiefs opposite him and said in an extremely forceful manner:
"Alright, now that I've completed the challenge, according to the customs of Wakanda, I should be the new king!!"

The tribal leaders exchanged glances, but none of them stepped forward to raise any objections.

Soon after, a priestess in a purple robe tremblingly placed a leopard tooth necklace, symbolizing the king's legacy, around Eric Steve's neck.

Swah——

The tribal chiefs and the members of the Dora Guard maintaining order on the perimeter all crossed their arms in front of their chests, paying homage and respect to their 'new king'... even though he had just killed their beloved old king!
As Okoye looked at Prince T'Challa's severed head, two streams of tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

Queen Ramanda and Princess Surrey were quietly taken away by several loyal subordinates, who feared that Eric Steve would kill them.

Thus, this grand challenge ceremony has officially come to an end... Wakanda has changed!
"Father, can you see? I'm about to fulfill your wish from back then..."

Eric Steve has become the new king of Wakanda, and now all that's left is to consume the Heart-Shaped Herb, and he will become the rightful Black Panther!
But only he himself knew that the reason this challenge went so smoothly was not only due to the killing skills he had honed over the years, but also because the absolute dominance he displayed in terms of strength was entirely thanks to the parasite that Albert Wesker had left in his head.

However, he naturally couldn't tell anyone else this secret.

After completing his inauguration ceremony as Black Panther, he plans to order the sale of Wakanda's weapons to the 'Black Brothers' worldwide, and then lead them to unify the entire world!
……

Somewhere in Africa.

Inside the secret laboratory of [Tressell Pharmaceuticals].

Icosella Joni looked at the head of Prince T'Challa, which had just been brought in by members of the Dora's Guard and was placed in a bag, and clicked her tongue in amazement:

"I can't believe that guy actually did it?"

Then, she turned to look at Albert Wesker, who was sitting at the lab table fiddling with the virus, her deep blue eyes darting around a few times before she said, feigning nonchalance:

"Now that he has fulfilled his promise, could you please refrain from killing him for the time being?"

However, Albert Wesker, sitting at the lab bench, seemed to ignore everything and remained silent, continuing with his work.

Seeing that she was not getting a response, Icosella Johnny gradually grew bolder and urged:
“I recently sent someone to investigate the vibranium that person mentioned before on the black market, and guess what… this rare metal from Wakanda is priced ridiculously high on the market.”

"On the black market alone, the price of vibranium has been driven up to over $2 per gram, and there has always been a situation where there is demand but no price... That's 400 times the price of gold, can you believe it?!"

Clearly, after learning about the price of vibranium, Icosella Johnny had already hatched a plan to resell vibranium weapons at high prices.

After all, even the richest person wouldn't complain about having too much money, right?
As if afraid of being rejected, Icosella Johnny quickly pointed to the dried bloodstains on Prince T'Challa's head in the bag and cautiously added before Albert Wesker could speak:

"During this period, many of our bases have been destroyed by him, resulting in heavy losses. Even if we can find reasonable reasons to report the losses each time, these figures will inevitably have a certain impact on my rating next year during the year-end assessment... Now is the perfect opportunity to make up for all the previous losses!!"

Upon hearing this, Albert Wesker did not reject her suggestion, but simply said coldly:

"I don't care what you want to do, but if your decision affects my plans, you should know what the consequences will be..."

"I...I understand."

Icosella Johnny's voluptuous body shivered involuntarily, but the fear in her heart was quickly dispelled by the continuous excitement.

Next, as long as she obtains a large amount of vibranium and weapons from Wakanda through Eric Steve, she will surely make a fortune in a short period of time and make up for all her previous losses.

However, what Icosella Joni didn't know was that her dream was destined to never come true.

Because in the near future, the entire city of Wakanda will be completely destroyed!

……

Wakanda.

The underground [holy land].

For thousands of years, all the Black Panthers of Wakanda have completed their inauguration ceremony at this altar.

At this moment, the newly appointed King Eric Steve, shirtless, with his fists clenched and arms crossed in front of his chest, slowly lay down in a sand pit filled with red sand.

Around the sandpit, a circle of priestesses dressed in white robes chanted ancient and incomprehensible songs. Soon, a priestess carrying a bowl of purple liquid walked through the crowd and slowly approached Eric Steve.

"Your Majesty, the bowl contains the juice of the sacred Heart-Shaped Grass. After consuming it, you will possess all the power of the Black Panther... and your soul will be guided by the Black Panther Goddess Buster to enter the 'Realm of the Ancients'..."

At the priestess's service, Eric Steve hesitantly downed the juice of the Heart-Shaped Grass in his bowl. The moment his eyelids closed, he felt a surge of violent power coursing through his body. Then, the scene before him abruptly changed, and he found himself outside an incredibly familiar room.

"here it is……"

Eric Steve's pupils contracted sharply, and his burly body trembled slightly, because the room in front of him was none other than his childhood home.

Didn't the priest convince the soul to go to the 'Ancestral Realm' after the [Heart-Shaped Grass] was given?

Why did I end up here?
Click——

Eric Steve pushed open the door with mixed feelings, and sure enough, the furnishings inside were exactly the same as he remembered from his childhood.

The only difference might be the view outside the window.

It was a primeval land shrouded in a purple halo, with nothing but endless forests and grasslands on its surface.

But in the shadows, Eric Steve could sense that something was watching him from among the lush trees.

But because the outside light was too dim, he couldn't see clearly at all.

click -

Looking at the familiar scene before him, Eric Steve was overcome with emotion and, following his childhood memories, rummaged through a hidden compartment on one of the walls of the room and found a diary. Inside, he discovered the vibranium ring necklace, a symbol of the Wakanda royal family.

Sure enough, it’s still here!

"Child, didn't I tell you not to touch my things?" A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly rang out in the room.

Eric Steve turned his head sharply and saw that a figure had appeared opposite him at some point. It was none other than his father, Prince Nicholas Job, who had passed away many years ago.

The other person still looks as young as ever, with no signs of aging on their face, as if time had frozen on the day they passed away.

"Child, it seems you've found your way home?"

"Yes, Dad."

Even though he knew that the father in front of him was just an illusion, Eric Steve couldn't help but nod slightly, his voice trembling slightly as he said:
"Dad, you're right, the scenery in our hometown is indeed the most beautiful in the world..."

Upon hearing this, Prince Nicholas Job smiled with satisfaction and asked softly, "Child, do they welcome you?"

"not welcome."

Prince Nicholas Job sighed with some remorse, "I'm sorry, child, I should have taken you back sooner, then they wouldn't be so hostile towards you now..."

"It's okay, Dad."

Eric Steve smiled grimly, clenching his fist as he said, "I am now the King of Wakanda, and as long as I am powerful enough, no one will dare to oppose me anymore..."

"Child, violence can never solve problems."

Prince Nicholas Job was about to give a heartfelt speech when he was interrupted by Eric Steve, who was sitting opposite him, with a cold laugh.

"If violence can't solve the problem, then I'll use violence to deal with the person who raised the problem... Father, times have changed, and Wakanda is now in my hands!!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Nicholas Job's face showed a complex expression. "Child, if you rely solely on violence to rule Wakanda, I'm afraid your soul will never receive the protection of the Black Panther Goddess."

"shelter?"

Eric Steve raised an eyebrow dismissively and asked, "When you were killed by T'Chaka, did she protect you?"

"As long as I have power, I don't need anyone's protection. Anyone who dares to block my way will be killed. This is the survival rule I've learned over the years..."

"Child, what you're doing is wrong..."

Just as Prince Nicholas Job was about to say something, unexpectedly, a green tentacle-like creature suddenly shot out of Eric Steve's mouth and bit Prince Nicholas Job's neck with a 'plop'.

It was a green, snake-like parasite, its shape remarkably similar to the parasite that Albert Wesker had spat out of his mouth when he bit Eric Steve.

"Uh...child, what...what is this?"

By the time Prince Nicholas Job reacted, the snake-like parasite had already shrunk back into Eric Steve's body.

At the same time, a kind and gentle voice suddenly rang out in this dimensional space, "I've finally found you..."

Outside the room, in the dim primeval forest, on the trunk of a giant tree, a black panther that had been resting with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes as if it had sensed something, its golden pupils bursting with uncontrollable rage.

"Damn it, what just happened? I didn't mean to... no, that thing wasn't under my control!!"

Inside the room, Eric Steve was clearly startled by what had just happened.

Because he didn't feel anything at all before the parasite launched its attack, as if at that moment the parasite had completely taken control of his body.

However, before he could even step forward to check on Prince Ni Job's condition, a furious, beast-like roar rang in his ears, "You despicable evil god, get your followers out of my dimensional space right now!!"

The next instant, Eric Steve felt as if his consciousness had been kicked hard by an invisible force, and he was awakened from the illusion and returned to the real world.

"Damn it, what just happened..."

Eric Steve sprang up from the red sand pit with a "whoosh," slapping his head repeatedly and muttering to himself:
"Why was that parasite able to follow me into the illusion? And why did it attack my father? And who made that voice that finally banished me?"

A priestess, mistakenly believing that Eric Steve had not yet fully 'awakened' from the illusion, hurriedly stepped forward with a concerned expression to comfort him:
"Your Majesty, please calm down. All the scenes you saw were merely the effects of the Heart-Shaped Grass..."

"【Heart-shaped Grass】...Is this it?"

Eric Steve turned to look at the mysterious plants emitting a bluish-purple glow growing on the ground around him, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He immediately waved his hand and said:

"Burn all the heart-shaped herbs here right now!!"

(End of this chapter)