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

Chapters 551-1019: Carl: I made this 'dumpling' meal for Old Mexican's 'vinegar'.

"Hey……"

Eagle Eye, who had been silently polishing his bow and arrows, looked up, glanced around at the still-dejected crowd, forced a smile, and spoke first:

“If no one objects, I think I know a pretty good place that would be perfect for us to ‘vacation’ right now.”

"Where are we going?" Captain America turned his head and asked curiously, and the others also cast questioning glances at Hawkeye.

“A… safe house.”

Hawkeye smiled mysteriously, but didn't offer much explanation. Seeing that no one objected, he stood up, stretched his shoulders briefly, and walked directly to the cockpit, taking back control of the Quinjet from Friday.

Then, while skillfully entering a new set of coordinates into the navigation panel and redrawing the new route, he reminded her without turning his head:
"The journey might be a bit long, so if anyone wants to take a nap, it's best to do so now... We still have at least several more hours of flying before we arrive."

So the Quinjet, which was originally heading towards Stark Tower in New York, drew an elegant arc in the night sky and silently changed course, accelerating toward the hidden "safe house" that Hawkeye had mentioned.

Outside the plane window, the sea of ​​clouds remained, and the moonlight was cold and clear.

Inside the cabin, the pale silver moonlight coldly bathed the cabin, and the exhausted Avengers were finally able to close their eyes for a while, trying to take a short rest on this journey home.

However, the wounds caused by this operation will take time to heal, and the nearly shattered trust will need to be rebuilt through action... The shadow of Ultron still looms over the world and over all members of the Avengers.

So what awaits them is a dawn that is destined to be anything but peaceful.

…………

……

That night.

Moonlight, like cold mercury, streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the entire wall, spilling into the luxurious room on the top floor of Sokovia's tallest building.

An extremely sensual and large-scale interactive event has just come to an end.

The air was still filled with the rich aroma of expensive champagne and whiskey, the ambiguous scent of top-quality perfumes, and the alluring fragrance unique to those who have just finished intense exercise…

Karl, draped in a silk robe, stood by the window, overlooking the bustling metropolis below, which had already drifted off to sleep.

He held a glass of amber-colored Macallan 55-year-old whisky in his hand. With a slight sway of his wrist, the round ice ball inside collided back and forth on the glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Behind him, on the Italian-made oversized bed that could comfortably accommodate more than ten people sleeping soundly, three top international supermodels with angelic faces, devilish figures, and legs long enough to drive most men mad with envy, were like delicate flowers ravaged by a storm, deep in a state of exhaustion and deep sleep.

Their long, golden hair, damp with sweat, was scattered messily on the expensive, silky sheets.

The beautiful faces still bore the blush and tear stains of intense pleasure. Their breathing was even but slightly tired, clearly having been completely drained of their last bit of energy in that extremely erotic and friendly exchange and interaction that would have made any man's vanity explode.

However, despite having enjoyed the blessings of having multiple wives, there was not a trace of satisfaction or pride on Karl's face.

In his amber eyes, which shone with a bright, golden light like jewels, a hint of indescribable...utter boredom flashed across his face!

He tilted his head back slightly and took a sip of the strong liquor in his glass.

The cool liquor slid down his throat, instantly bringing a unique, mellow aroma to Karl's mouth.

"Knew it……"

Karl muttered to himself, his voice ringing out clearly in the spacious, luxurious room, tinged with a faint hint of mockery:

"After my physique was continuously strengthened and I successfully broke through the limits of humanity, the pleasure that ordinary women... even the top supermodels with legs longer than a licking dog's life, and who are also the rarest twin sisters, could bring me was ultimately too boring."

His gaze swept over the three stunning beauties on the large bed behind him, beauties who would be the center of attention at any occasion or party, attracting countless dignitaries and celebrities to their knees.

Undeniably, their looks and figures are top-notch, even surpassing those of the highly praised beauties that Karl had heard about in his previous life.

Furthermore, their skills in certain areas are top-notch, and the sisters working together can weave an irresistible pink dream for any man.

But for Karl, whose physique has now surpassed human limits, such low-level sensory stimulation is simply not enough to satisfy his interest.

It should be said that it is far from enough!
In his opinion, even the combined 'interest' and 'challenge' of the supermodel sisters couldn't match the enjoyment he got from Selena Gomez alone.

Selena possesses a special 'advantage' that supermodel sisters and most human women do not have.

For example: a body of extraordinary beauty, an almost cold-blooded body temperature, and a fiery and untamed wildness...

Although Selena's performance in her 'Solo Match' against Karl was inconsistent, her form fluctuated.

Overall, Carl was quite satisfied.

In comparison, today's attempt was somewhat less impressive.

However, this could also be a subtle shift in Karl's mindset after entering a transcendent state?

"Hey……"

Carl gently swirled his wine glass and let out a barely audible sigh.

The sigh wasn't from exhaustion, but rather from a feeling of boredom while standing on a mountaintop.

Is my grand plan about to end in such a dismal way, before it has even officially begun?

A self-deprecating smile crept onto Karl's lips.

No wonder some people say that as people become stronger, the things that make them happy also decrease.

Power brings endless choices, but it also ruthlessly raises the threshold for 'pleasure'.

Carl shook his head and downed the rest of the wine in his glass.

The cool bottom of the crystal glass touched the table, making a soft "click" sound.

Karl didn't dwell on such trivial matters. For him, physical pleasure had long since been reduced from an initial pursuit to an occasional pastime to embellish his life.

It's even a unique way of reminiscing about one's past as an ordinary person.

Because from a certain perspective, he is now a true god who has transcended humanity!

Karl turned around, stepping barefoot onto the soft, cloud-like handmade carpet, and walked toward the enormous bathroom connected to the bedroom, comparable to a five-star hotel suite.

After quickly rinsing herself with cold water to wash away the perfume, lipstick, and light sweat, she changed into a brand new dark silver silk robe and went into her private study on the same floor.

The style here is completely different from the extreme luxury and extravagance of the bedroom, and is full of technological sense and symbols of power.

A huge circular screen occupies an entire wall, silently scrolling through key data and news summaries from around the world.

The other wall is a giant bookshelf that reaches the ceiling, filled with ancient books, legends, scientific documents in various languages, as well as some mysterious magic scrolls that emit strange energy fluctuations that are imperceptible to ordinary people.

In the center of the room stood a huge desk, carved from a single piece of black obsidian.

The chair is a miniature version of the Golden Throne, made entirely of gold, with a high back, sharp and cold lines, armrests carved into the shape of roaring dragon heads, and countless complex and mysterious runes and dazzling gems inlaid on the back.

It stands there quietly, without any embellishment, naturally exuding a majestic and powerful sense of awe and reverence, like an imperial throne, that compels one to bow down in worship.

This was naturally the work of Samuel Stern.

Carl walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself another glass of whiskey, and added a spherical ice cube.

Then, he walked steadily to his throne, turned around, and slowly sat down.

hum-

The moment he sat down, several gems embedded in the armrests of the throne glowed slightly, creating a subtle resonance with the cosmic energy flowing within him, originating from the Infinity Stones.

An invisible yet undeniably present energy field quietly spread out from him, enveloping the entire room and the entire [Subspace Group Building].

That's right, this 'Little Golden Throne' was specially built to protect the skyscraper where the [Subspace Group] is located... It serves as another double layer of protection in addition to the energy shield that surrounds [Sokovia].

Then he opened his own attribute panel.

……

【Name: Karl Mara】

[Age: 20 years old]

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

Current Reputation: 916, 999, 999

[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]

……

In just a few weeks, he has successfully amassed over 200 million reputation points through various events!
The vast majority of the credit naturally goes to his two "ace employees"—King Kong and Godzilla.

In the Mariana Trench, Challenger Deep, the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean, they first swiftly and decisively annihilated two powerful Level 5 Kaiju, and then successfully closed the underwater wormhole connecting to the lair of the alien colonists, the Pioneers!
Afterwards, this battle of the abyss, which was relentlessly and comprehensively "exposed" by the Daily Bugle, reached an unprecedented level of visual impact and symbolic significance.

Godzilla's atomic breath pierced the deep sea, and King Kong's primal power tore apart giant beasts... Their images, through live broadcasts and video clips, were imprinted in the hearts of hundreds of thousands, even millions, around the world, bringing a tsunami of amazement and worship.

These emotions ultimately manifested as Karl's constantly fluctuating and rapidly increasing [reputation points].

In comparison, the "Age of Ultron" event that is currently underway and was personally directed by him and Tzeentch has only brought in less than 20 million reputation points so far, which seems rather "meager".

But Carl showed no sign of annoyance or impatience.

He even elegantly took another sip of his drink, a confident smile playing on his lips, as if he had everything under control.

the reason is simple.

This time, the reason why he and Tzeentch went to such lengths, using Arnim Zola, the 'electronic ghost' from the original story, to impersonate Ultron, and meticulously planned this newly upgraded and larger-scale 'Ultron Era Event,' was not merely to harvest a 'trivial' amount of 'reputation points,' or incidentally to collect some human souls that perished in the chaos.

These are all just side benefits, appetizers before the main course...

His true ultimate goal, from the moment this grand drama began, has been singular and unwavering... to methodically advance the [God-Devouring Plan]!!

This time, the 'prey' he chose...
This is none other than Mephisto, the old-school Lord of Hell, who is infamous throughout the Marvel Universe for his cunning, treachery, and manipulation of souls.

And, the [Hell Dimension] that he controls!
The thought of pulling that old devil, who always wore a red suit, wore a hypocritical smile, and called himself the "Lord of Hell," off his throne and seizing his soul treasure trove and dimensional authority accumulated over countless eras, made even Karl, in his current state of mind, feel a burning anticipation flash in his eyes.

However, Karl remained perfectly clear-headed.

Mephisto, this old devil, has lived for too long. Scheming and treachery have almost become his instinct, and he has deceived countless powerful beings.

Therefore, this operation actually carries a certain risk of "failure".

If any link in the chain goes wrong, it could alert Mephisto's keen senses, causing him to make a mistake and ruin the entire plan.

Trying to lure him in afterward would be incredibly difficult.

Because the target was so thorny, Karl had to go to great lengths, taking such a roundabout route, just to minimize the vigilance of that cunning old fox, Mephisto.

It's no exaggeration to say that Karl specially prepared this "Age of Ultron" event just to get involved with Mephisto.

He uses an artificial intelligence crisis that could threaten the world and even reshape the global order as bait and a backdrop to cover up his real deadly intent to target the "Hell Dimension".

This is the kind of skill a top-tier strategist should possess!
(End of this chapter)