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

Chapter 501, Chapters 918 and 919: A Loving Father's Reward or a Review of Gains
Albert Wesker looked up sharply in the direction of the sound and was met with a huge soup pot, as large as a hill, standing in the heart of the garden.

The enormous soup pot appeared to be cast from some kind of biomass shell with a metallic sheen, and its edges were covered with sharp spikes.

Beneath the soup pot, a chaotic fire, emitting a fluorescent green glow, burned that seemed to never go out.

Inside the soup pot was a thick soup of 'life essence' that only a tiny drop was enough to send any mortal into a frenzy of evolution or melt them into a puddle of pus. Under the scorching heat of the chaotic flames below, viscous green bubbles would occasionally rise to the surface.

A massive, green figure, its back to Albert Wesker, was slowly stirring the thick soup in the pot with a huge, long-handled ladle.

His movements carried a strange rhythm, making him look like a loving father meticulously preparing a pot of "perfect tonic soup" for his son returning from school.

Just by seeing that tall figure from behind, Albert Wesker felt an aura of benevolence emanating from him that seemed to encompass all things.

He was struck dumb, frozen in place!

His crimson pupils, exposed by the loss of his sunglasses, shrank to the size of pinpoints due to extreme shock, and even his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

However, this was not due to fear, but rather to an indescribable excitement and a sense of belonging, originating from the depths of the soul.

"It's...it's you..."

Albert Wesker's voice became somewhat hoarse, with a slight, almost pious tremor that he himself was unaware of, "The great [God of Plague]!!!"

That's right!

The figure opposite him was none other than the benevolent father who, in his most desperate and power-hungry moment, answered his call, bestowed upon him power commensurate with his ambition, and planted a 'seed' within him with greater possibilities and evolutionary directions, allowing him to fully realize his potential!

Without Nurgle's blessing and enlightenment, he could never have created such terrifying creations that defied the laws of life as the Second Generation Plaka Parasite and the Ouroboros Virus in such a short time.

All his arrogance, all his resentment... crumbled instantly when he faced the great being who had bestowed upon him extraordinary power.

Albert Wesker, the madman who once viewed all people as ants and intended to use a biochemical virus to reshape the world order, suddenly had his knees buckle and knelt down without hesitation before the enormous figure standing in front of the giant soup pot, stirring back and forth.

"Oh, my great and loving father..."

Albert Wesker's voice was filled with unprecedented humility and self-reproach, even a hint of a sob of grievance, "I...I have failed your grace, my plan to create a 'new world' has failed..."

“I failed to spread the most perfect form of life that You bestowed upon me to the entire earth… I failed to complete the great purification, I… have failed the sacred power You granted me…”

Albert Wesker lay prostrate on the ground like a child who had done something wrong and was begging his father for forgiveness.

This once arrogant and ambitious man, who never showed the slightest weakness or retreat even when wanted by the whole world and targeted by the world... now only felt the purest awe and regret before the god he believed in.

The figure in front of the giant soup pot stopped stirring.

The enormous, mountain-like body slowly turned around.

Nurgle's lips curled into a warm, gentle smile, and his deep, kind voice rang in Albert Wesker's ears again, "It's alright, my dear child... You've done very well."

"The 'seeds' you sowed have already taken root and sprouted in that world... You showed those mortals another possibility of life, another beautiful form of evolution."

"All things decay, but all living beings endure..."

[Nurgle] ​​waved his hand gently, as if to dispel the gloom that shrouded Albert Wesker's heart.

With a benevolent expression, He looked down at the chosen one who knelt devoutly before Him, the shadow cast by His massive body completely enveloping Albert Wesker.

“Besides, child…” Nurgle’s voice carried a gentle, guiding quality, “your true mission… has only just begun.”

"The real mission?"

Albert Wesker looked up, puzzled, but his expression was quickly replaced by renewed fighting spirit.

For him, the task itself was not important; what mattered was the approval from his great and loving father.

[Nurgle] ​​was very satisfied with his performance and immediately fished out a black longsword from the huge soup pot in front of him.

The sword has a very simple and ancient design, with a slender and mottled blade and a simple, undecorated handguard.

However, when Albert Wesker examined the blade closely, he discovered that the entirely black blade seemed to be forged from some kind of 'darkness' solidified by magic and a consciousness that evoked endless despair.

Every now and then, a strange face, twisted and writhing like a living thing, with its mouth wide open emitting a silent wail, would emerge from somewhere on the sword.

These eerie faces seemed like ghosts bound to the sword, desperately trying to break free, but all of them ultimately failed.

A cold, deathly aura, yet containing an overwhelming sense of destruction and corruption, emanated from the black longsword.

Just seeing it sent a jolt through Albert Wesker’s soul, as if the black sword before him was beckoning him.

However, what he didn't know was that this black longsword was none other than the All Black Death Sword, forged by the Symbiote God, Nar, a sword capable of killing even the Celestials.

After Nal was subdued by the Emperor, the Black Death Sword fell into the hands of Nurgle. After being tempered in the Cauldron of Chaos, the power of the Black Death Sword has been increased many times over.

"Go, my brave child..."

Nurgle handed the Black Death Sword to Albert Wesker, who was kneeling before him, his smile growing ever gentler, as if he were offering not a weapon of destruction, but a birthday gift filled with paternal love.

"Take it, and with this brand-new [Black Death Sword], hunt down those so-called 'false gods' that mortals speak of!!"

……

That night.

In Carl's room.

An hour and a half of erotic interaction had just come to an end. Karl glanced at the vampire queen beside him, who was too exhausted to move at all, and gently covered her with a blanket.

After a quick shower in the bathroom, he poured himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, taking stock of the substantial gains he had made from this 'new biohazard' caused by Albert Wesker. Without a doubt, the gains this time far surpassed anything he had ever experienced before!
First, there were the souls of ordinary humans; this time, nearly eight million souls were collected.

This was because the Security Council immediately sought help from the Subspace Group, and Rebecca then used the 'universal vaccine' to turn 99% of the infected back into humans.

Of the remaining less than 1% of those infected with the Ouroboros virus, a large portion have not yet been eradicated, so this number is still slowly increasing.

Even so, the number of souls harvested this time was far greater than the total number of souls Karl had harvested before.

Secondly, there's a massive amount of nearly 7 million [Reputation Points]!!

That's right, Karl gained nearly 7 million reputation points in this single incident.

It's no exaggeration to say that this is absolutely the most impressive event ever, and it was all collected in less than a week.

The reason for such enormous profits is naturally inseparable from Albert Wesker's crazy actions and Godzilla's two world-destroying atomic breaths.

To be honest, even Karl hadn't expected the profits to be this much.

After all, the Security Council deliberately concealed from the outside world that special operation related to the 'universal vaccine'...

In addition, there is the 15% net profit from the dividends 'voluntarily' distributed by various countries around the world from the various mineral, port, and timber resources of [F Continent], as well as the considerable profits brought by the successful acquisition of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals] and [Trassell Shipping].

The former generates at least hundreds of billions of dollars in revenue for Carl each year, while the latter, although only generating billions of dollars in revenue, is crucial to the Subspace Group's expansion plans.

In short, Karl absolutely dominated this time!
Carl looked expectantly at his attribute panel.

……

【Name: Karl Mara】

[Age: 20 years old]

[Identity: Lord of the Warp (Warhammer 40K era)]

Current Reputation: 702, 987, 987

[Current dimensional size: 1,236,945 cubic meters]

【当前维度强度：6级成熟维度（0/1，000，000，000）】

[Currently available number of subspace rifts: 1/1]

……

"If another major event of this intensity were to occur, I suppose we could raise the [Dimensional Strength] to Lv7 next time?"

"I wonder what changes will occur to [Subspace] after this upgrade? Will it directly advance from ordinary [Dimensional Space] to the level of [Single Universe]?"

A look of intense anticipation appeared in Karl's eyes.

Unlike the advancement of personal strength, although Karl was well aware that the possibility of directly advancing the subspace from an ordinary dimensional space to the level of a single universe by relying on a simple increase in dimensional strength was extremely slim.

But if he succeeds, Karl's strength will undoubtedly increase exponentially.

By then, even without abandoning his physical body and returning to the Warp, his strength would likely be enough to easily crush second-tier Dimensional Demons like Dormammu and Mephisto.

Unconsciously, Karl seemed to have taken another step closer to his goal of "physical sanctification"!
The future is really promising!!

…………

……

Just as Alexander Pierce had predicted, the 'biohazard' triggered by Albert Wesker on the continent of F quickly dissipated like mist swept away by the sea breeze, disappearing from public memory and forgotten by the world.

It must be said that politicians like Alexander Pierce have a very good grasp of human nature.

Death and suffering only evoke real panic and attention when they occur in the 'civilized world'.

When disaster struck the remote, barren, and backward continent of F, even though tens of millions of people were reduced to mindless, predatory zombies, and cities fell and were destroyed, for the 'upper class' from the civilized world who had become accustomed to the onslaught of Titans and Kaijus, alien invasions, and even the appearance of demons from hell during the successive crises of the past two years, it was nothing more than a string of cold, numbing numbers in the news.

Their nerves had long been hardened and toughened by repeated disasters.

Moreover, in the eyes of some high-ranking officials, the humans living on that primitive land are not even real humans, but merely a group of humanoid creatures that have not yet fully evolved...

But what truly diverted everyone's attention from this incident was a sudden, devastating attack by a giant monster from the deep sea.

Inside one of the PPDC organization's Shattered Dome bases, the air is filled with the unique smells of engine oil, ozone, and welded metal.

At this moment, in the core hangar of the entire base, a large number of staff are conducting final checks and adjustments on a massive machine, such as the [Titan Hunter Mech].

It was none other than the Siren Scylla Hunter Mech, which the PPDC organization and S.H.I.E.L.D. had jointly purchased from the Subspace Corporation at a high price through auction.

General Steker Pantecost, head of the PPDC organization, stood with his hands behind his back in the command center located directly above the hangar, closely observing every move below through the transparent tempered glass.

A hint of barely concealed excitement flickered across his weathered, dark face.

This [Siren Scylla Hunter Mech] utilizes the [Scylla]'s frame as its main internal support system.

The six huge, slender 'crab legs' are equipped with sharp, high-speed rotating giant drills at their tips, which can easily pierce through enemies with thick armor.

Inside each of the 'crab legs' are numerous complex mechanical transmission devices to ensure that this 'legendary siren,' which resembles a hybrid of a king crab, a nautilus, and an octopus, can unleash its original terrifying power to the maximum extent after the modification.

(End of this chapter)