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

Chapters 500, 916, and 917: Dividing the [Trassel Group] or the [Nurgle Garden]

As a result of the involvement of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals], two other important divisions under the [Trassell Group] have also been strongly condemned by the [UN Security Council] and high-level officials from around the world.

In an instant, the Trusel Group went from a once-renowned multinational giant to a pariah, forever branded as a disgrace in history.

But that's not all...

A multinational joint investigation team, led by the United States, also officially launched a full investigation into the Trusser Group shortly thereafter.

This 'Joint Investigation Team' is nominally led by the United States and involves multiple countries. Its aim is to thoroughly investigate whether the top management of the [Trassell Group] was involved in the crimes of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals], and to carry out a just action to legally and legitimately recover the illegal proceeds secretly transferred by [Trassell Pharmaceuticals] to its parent company.

But everyone involved was fully aware of this.

This is hardly an investigation team.

They're clearly a group of greedy, ruthless 'collaborative raiders'!

The reason is simple: everyone is trying their best to make up for the huge losses incurred in this [F Continent Biohazard Crisis].

This time, both the UN Security Council and countries around the world have invested a great deal of manpower, material resources, and financial resources in the previous military operations.

Especially those countries that possess mineral resources in [F Continent].

In order to purchase the 'universal vaccine' from [Subspace Group], they actually cut at least 15% of their own profits into long-term dividends.

Even the UN Security Council incurred a staggering $350 billion in ride-hailing fees due to its application for a ride-hailing service.

Naturally, they would try every means to "slaughter" a big client to recover their losses and make up for the deficit.

For this reason, the Trassel Group, which was involved, naturally became the 'perfect fat sheep' in everyone's eyes.

And so, a 'dismemberment' feast targeting the [Trassel Group] unfolded with astonishing efficiency.

Assets frozen, global pursuit...

Executives are arrested, put on trial, or simply disappear unexpectedly...

The core business was divested, and the valuation was deliberately understated...

'Compliance' reviews are used to find any excuse to confiscate or acquire assets at a low price...

Thus, the Trassel Group, a vast business empire founded in the early 18th century with a history of over two hundred years and possessing at least trillions of dollars, collapsed in an incredibly short time, like a giant whale being torn apart by a group of sharks.

The vast business empire quickly disintegrated and disappeared silently from the world's sight, leaving behind countless bankruptcy liquidation announcements and legal troubles.

However, soon, the most intriguing turn of events occurred during this 'feast'.

According to some rumors afterward, [Trassell Pharmaceuticals], a giant that possessed countless biochemical patents, secret research data and a global distribution network, was secretly acquired by [Subspace Group] for an outrageously low price.

Its massive laboratories, multiple overseas research teams, and matrix-style database were almost seamlessly acquired by the [Subspace Group].

Meanwhile, Strasser Line, a logistics giant with a massive fleet covering major global shipping routes and key port interests, has also fallen into the hands of Asia Space Group, with prices offered at a drastically reduced rate.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

After all, the Security Council couldn't come up with $350 billion to settle the debts of the Didi ride-hailing service in a short time, so it had to do a favor by selling the large and lucrative Truss Group to the Subspace Group at a low price. This not only saved the Security Council a huge amount of cash expenditure, but also allowed it to make a hefty profit from the auction of other assets.

This is a win-win situation, so why not do it?

What puzzled and perplexed Alexander Pierce and the others was that the Trusell Department of Natural Resources, which they had always considered their 'cash cow,' was not particularly interested in the Subspace Group and had no intention of getting involved.

What they didn't know was that this move by [Subspace Group], seemingly sacrificing huge profits, actually contained profound political wisdom.

Zemo knew that one cannot have all the benefits to oneself.

The pie of 'natural resources' is too big and too lucrative, involving the core interests of too many countries.

Especially considering that some of the countries have already distributed the 'mineral resources' of [F Continent] to [Subspace Group].

If the Subspace Corporation were to forcefully take on this huge piece of the pie, it would not only suffer from indigestion, but it might also incite public outrage under the instigation of certain individuals with ulterior motives (specifically Nick Fury)... Although neither Carl nor the Subspace Corporation cares about the anger of a bunch of weaklings.

However, Zemo chose to do a favor by letting the various forces fight and compete for it, thus allowing the [Subspace Group] to remain uninvolved and watch the tigers fight from the sidelines.

Karl had told Zemo long ago that for the [Subspace Group] at this stage, the key was to establish as many overseas relationships and business channels as possible, and he had plenty of funds at his disposal.

After all, Sokovia is already incredibly wealthy, so naturally it's not very interested in resource-based assets.

Carl values ​​channels, networks, and core technologies more.

Trusel Pharmaceuticals' global pharmaceutical distribution network and cutting-edge biological research capabilities, along with Trusel Shipping's global logistics system, are key pieces in Asia Space Group's strategy to build overseas relationships, expand global business channels, and especially pave the way for its potential future biotechnology products.

Under the influence of his boss, Zemo's vision has naturally long surpassed immediate profits, and he can see further ahead.

Thus, the Trassel Natural Resources Department, which had been deliberately abandoned by the Subspace Group, suddenly became prey fought over by various forces.

A bloody battle, concealed by legal provisions and capital operations, is unfolding fiercely within the highest power circles.

Wall Street's vulture funds, established European conglomerates, and even some well-connected private military companies... all these forces are vying for a piece of the pie, using every legal and shady means imaginable, all in an effort to grab the biggest slice of the spoils.

In this silent battle, the various forces quietly formed a tacit understanding 'consensus'.

That is, you absolutely must not make an enemy of the [Subspace Group], otherwise you will definitely not have a good ending!

This is why, after the Subspace Group acquired two multinational companies, Trusel Pharmaceuticals and Trusel Shipping, at extremely low prices, all the forces that had fought tooth and nail in the battle for the Ministry of Natural Resources, whether winners or losers, would offer the representatives of the Subspace Group the most 'sincere' smiles and congratulations, both publicly and privately.

"Congratulations on your successful acquisition; it is entirely deserved..."

"The Subspace Group has made a tremendous contribution to world peace. It is the best outcome for these two companies to continue to develop under your leadership..."

"We look forward to in-depth cooperation with [Asia Space Group] in related fields in the future..."

These forces all adopted a very humble posture, a behavior naturally stemming from their fear of Godzilla. Godzilla's devastating atomic breath and the spatial teleportation capabilities demonstrated by the Subspace Group had left a deep impression on them.

Going against the [Subspace Group]?
That would be tantamount to courting death.

Rather than angering this unfathomable business empire, it's better to acquiesce and let it take its share, and then everyone can tacitly divide up the remaining scraps.

This is the cruelest and most realistic survival rule in the highest power arena.

……

[Subspace].

On the sky, which resembled a sky dotted with stars, a flickering, struggling 'soul fire' gradually solidified.

This dark green flame was like a dying heart, beating unwillingly, each contraction releasing intense resentment and obsession—a deep unwillingness to accept failure and an overwhelming hatred for the destroyer.

"Ugh!!!"

A silent roar, existing only at the level of the soul, reverberated from that ball of 'soul fire'.

Immediately afterwards, the ball of 'soul fire' collapsed inward, as if being kneaded and shaped by a pair of invisible hands. The dark green energy began to intertwine, entwine, and solidify wildly, outlining bones, muscles, hair, and skin.

A few breaths later, a tall, muscular humanoid silhouette solidified completely.

"I am..."

Albert Wesker looked down, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at his perfectly intact, yet completely naked, muscular body. His voice trembled slightly as he murmured uncertainly, "...Dead?!"

At that moment, consciousness surged back like a tide, and fragments of memories from before death came vividly to mind—a beam of azure 'destructive light' pierced through the base's dome without warning, and unimaginable heat and energy instantly devoured everything within the base.

His prized, ultimate evolved body, blessed by the God of Plague, was instantly reduced to ashes like paper before that absolute power.

Along with his grand blueprint for purifying the old humanity and creating a new race, which was about to be completed... all vanished into nothingness.

"Damn!!"

Albert Wesker clenched his fist, his dark green veins bulging on his arm, and he let out a low, beast-like roar, "My plan is just one step away... just one last step away, and I can complete the purification and create a brand new, perfect race!!"

"It's all Godzilla's fault... that damned beast!!!"

An overwhelming sense of frustration nearly overwhelmed Albert Wesker.

Like a wild beast trapped in a cage, he futilely swung his arms and punched at an enemy that did not even exist in front of him.

But at that moment, an even stronger sense of unease made him stop.

Something's not right, it's too quiet here?
Albert Wesker looked up sharply, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, and he finally saw his environment clearly.

This is neither the hellish realm of imagination, nor the heaven bathed in holy light and paved with angels.

Instead, it was an unimaginably vast and vibrant garden!

Underfoot is a layer of soft, warm, special "soil" that seems to be covered with a thick fungal carpet; some parts will even ooze green sap when stepped on.

Countless bizarre and unsettlingly colorful plants grow rampant in this vast space.

A giant mushroom, the size of a house, with drops of strangely sweet-smelling juice dripping from the edge of its enormous cap every now and then...

There was a blood-red giant tree entwined with enormous vines, its branches laden with writhing, heart-shaped fruits...

On the ground, there are many huge flowers that shimmer with fluorescence, opening and closing rhythmically and silently, just like human breathing.

However, when you get closer, you'll discover that among those brightly colored stamens are mouthparts that are as sharp as teeth...

The air was permeated with a rich, almost overwhelming, sweet scent that blended floral fragrance with some unknown aroma.

But what truly struck Albert Wesker as odd were the local "residents" frolicking and playing among the flowers, giant trees, and mushroom houses.

They were groups of short, green "little monsters" with skin like pugolins, but covered in pustules.

They hopped and frolicked in groups on the green fungal carpet.

Some of them were playing a "catch" game, tossing their swollen, pus-filled eyeballs at each other.

Some used their sharp claws to scrape the sticky spore paste off the giant mushrooms and then sat on the ground to feast on it.

Others formed a circle, clapping happily at a small green monster with a bulging belly, who seemed to have been knocked to the ground or knocked unconscious by someone.

Their sounds were sharp and noisy, yet strangely full of "joy," giving one the feeling of being in a hellish version of kindergarten.

"Where...where am I?!"

Even though Albert Wesker prided himself on being knowledgeable and incredibly brave, he was deeply shocked by the bizarre and illogical scene before him.

An instinctive fear began to rage within him.

This doesn't mean he's timid; rather, it's that humans often fear the unknown, an instinct deeply ingrained in our DNA for thousands of years.

Just then, a deep, resonant voice, filled with an indescribable sense of kindness, surged into the depths of his consciousness like a warm tide.

The sound from the depths of the garden momentarily drowned out all the noise made by the little monsters around them.

"This is my garden!"

“Child… Failure is not terrible, just as decay and ruin are part of new life in the cycle of life.”

"So stop complaining and blaming others, because... it's pointless!!"

(End of this chapter)