Awakening

"This poison is extremely potent. Even Bert might not be able to withstand it."

Tony shook his head and switched the screen, revealing a red dot stopped somewhere in Southeast Asia.

"Finally found them."

Tony was overjoyed. Turning to Steve, he said, "Director, you’re up."

"Alright."

Steve, Director of S.W.O.R.D., nodded and called out to everyone, "Everyone, prepare to move out."

"Yes, Director."

Hawkeye Barton, Black Widow Natasha, Daredevil, Human Torch, Invisible Woman, Dr. Richards, Thing, Absorbing Man, Wind Demon, Earth Demon, Black Panther, Coulson, and the other agents all nodded.

To deal with the Inhumans, S.W.O.R.D. had gone all out this time. Not only was the Director personally leading the operation, they had also brought in a large number of outside reinforcements.

"Sorry to trouble you. Please make sure you rescue Medusa."

Black Bolt typed. With Medusa there, he could not join the operation, or Jiaying would only use him against them.

"Don’t worry. Leave it to us."

Steve nodded and eagerly led everyone out.

Karnak, the strategist of the Inhuman Kingdom, said gravely to Black Bolt, "Your Majesty, humanity’s strength is greater than I imagined."

"You needn’t worry about that, because worrying won’t help."

Black Bolt typed, "Blood God alone could easily destroy the entire Inhuman Kingdom."

Gorgon, a general of the Inhuman Kingdom with a pair of hooves, asked unwillingly, "Is that Blood God really that powerful?"

"Stronger than you can imagine."

Black Bolt typed, "By the way, have Crystal and Tetanus still not been found?"

Crystal was Medusa’s younger sister and possessed the ability to control the four elements of earth, air, fire, and water. Tetanus was a large dog weighing over two hundred pounds, with an ability similar to Gordon’s—teleportation.

The reason Black Bolt and Medusa had been able to escape the moon before was because of Crystal and Tetanus. But afterward, they had lost contact and could never find them.

"S.W.O.R.D. has not found any trace of them either."

Karnak said, "I suspect Maximus captured Tetanus when he went back for Crystal."

Black Bolt typed, "That would be troublesome. Sigh, let’s rescue Medusa first."

Karnak nodded. "I hope everything goes smoothly."

Egyptian Desert. Dracula stared at the bikini-clad beauties everywhere, drool dripping down his beard.

Dracula wiped his mouth and sighed. "Women in this era are developed far too well, aren’t they?"

"How disgraceful."

Lilith cursed unhappily, reminding him, "Don’t leave this temporary shelter. Otherwise, even I won’t be able to protect you."

"Don’t worry. I’m not looking to die. There’s been an assassin watching me beneath the house the whole time, and her killing intent is extremely strong."

Dracula shrugged and asked, "That said, what exactly are you doing? Why did you bring so many beautiful women here? And why are you holding a desert bikini pageant?"

"Blood God likes them."

Lilith said, "That way, he can awaken."

"What? You want him to awaken?"

Dracula was stunned. He hurriedly said, "How can that work? Once he awakens, he won’t be able to become a god."

"It was his order. He doesn’t want to become a god."

Lilith asked, "Dracula, will this method work? Can he sense what is happening outside right now?"

"He doesn’t even want to become a god? Did Blood God get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Dracula muttered. Lilith glared at him and snapped, "Haven’t you suffered enough for that foul mouth of yours?"

"It’s been thousands of years. I can’t change."

Dracula shrugged. "Blood God can sense what is happening outside, but he instinctively ignores it because he is immersed in the mysteries of the rules.

"In theory, as long as the external stimulation is strong enough, Blood God will be disturbed awake."

Dracula looked down at the bikini-clad beauties and said, "Now it depends on just how much Blood God likes bikini-clad beauties."

"As much as he possibly could. The reason he wanted to become Blood God in the first place was so he could watch bikini-clad beauties on the beach."

Lilith said, "Besides, there are thousands of bikini-clad beauties here now."

"What depravity."

Dracula shook his head repeatedly. Then, thinking of something, he said lecherously, "Daughter, you should join the pageant too. Maybe Blood God will take a liking to you. Then I’ll be Blood God’s father-in-law."

"Get lost!"

Lilith roared.

"So many beautiful women."

Peter Parker looked around furtively while covering his nose. "Don’t look, don’t look. I can’t betray Gwen."

Electro sneered. "You don’t even like women, so why pretend? Everyone knows Harry is your true love."

Peter glared at Electro. "Nonsense. Harry and I are just good friends."

"Are you sure?"

Electro sneered. "When Harry was about to die before, you were so heartbroken you nearly passed out."

Before Peter could respond, a cold voice suddenly came from beside him. "Are you jealous of me? You friendless loser."

"Harry, why did you come out? Your body is still very weak."

Peter hurried over to support the frail, white-haired Harry. Harry said, "Don’t worry, I won’t die. I still need to atone for my sins."

"With you like this, you still want to atone?"

Electro snorted and turned to leave. Peter said to Harry, "Harry, I’ll plead with Mr. Wang for you."

"Whatever. Being alive is already a profit for me."

Harry waved his hand. Looking at the bikini-clad beauties around them, he said, "Peter, I’ll teach you how to pick up girls. You’re probably still a virgin, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Peter was embarrassed and angry. "I already have Gwen. She treats me very well. I can’t betray her."

"Relax, no one will know."

Harry chuckled. Although he was still terribly weak, his temperament had clearly become much brighter.

After walking the line between life and death, Harry had completely let go. Now, he only wanted to make it up to Peter, his closest friend.

"Even if no one knows, I still can’t do it. Besides, all these beauties belong to Mr. Wang."

Harry said, "There are so many of them. How can he possibly handle them all by himself?"

"Not necessarily. I heard Mr. Wang has some special moves."

Peter said somewhat lecherously. Harry stared at him in shock. That was possible too?

In Wonderful World, Wang Bert was feeling a little annoyed. He wanted to study the rules seriously, but for some reason, voices around him kept disturbing him. Yet he could not make out what they were saying.

"What the hell? Don’t they know this knowledge is precious?"

Wang Bert cursed irritably. At that moment, the voices around him suddenly grew louder, and he vaguely heard what they were saying: "Bikini-clad beauties, bikini-clad beauties…"

"What about bikini-clad beauties? Huh? Bikini-clad beauties? Thousands of bikini-clad beauties? Where? Where?"

Wang Bert first cursed, then came to his senses. His eyes lit up as he asked. The next moment, his consciousness awakened and was about to leave Wonderful World.

The Blood Clan rules within Wonderful World transformed into a divine throne and called to Wang Bert. As long as he sat upon it, he would become the true god of the Blood Clan, possessing endless life and mighty power.

"The reason I wanted power was so I could enjoy myself better."

Wang Bert shook his head and said to the divine throne, "If I gave up myself and gave up enjoyment for power, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse? Thank you for your hospitality. I’m leaving."

With that, Wang Bert’s consciousness directly departed Wonderful World. Immediately afterward, his body stopped transforming.

His ascension to godhood had failed.

Wang Bert let out a faint sigh. An opportunity like this came only once in a lifetime. There would never be another.

However, Wang Bert did not regret it. Compared to being a cold, unfeeling god, he wanted to be a warm-blooded human.

"Before the divinity completely dissipates, I should hurry and make a treasure."

Within the Blood River, the treasure Clone Puppet floated upward. Then the puppet melted away, leaving only a red dot floating in the air.

Wang Bert poured a large amount of blood and Space Power into the red dot. The dot rapidly expanded and transformed into a tiny Wang Bert.

A moment later, the miniature Wang Bert opened his eyes, nodded toward Wang Bert’s soul, and sank into the Blood River, disappearing.

The Clone Puppet had successfully been refined by Wang Bert into a projection.

Only gods could possess projections. Those who were not gods could not have projections, no matter how powerful they were—not even someone like Ancient One. Wang Bert had succeeded only because some undispersed divinity remained within him.

Furthermore, during this transformation, Wang Bert had absorbed the power of the Space Stone. That was also one of the reasons the projection could be successfully refined.

This projection was mentally connected to Wang Bert regardless of distance. At the same time, Wang Bert could transfer his power to it at any time, though only up to half his full strength.

"With this projection, many things will be much more convenient in the future. For example, interstellar travel."

Wang Bert thought to himself. Since he had come to Marvel, how could he not take a trip through space? He wondered whether he could handle those alien beauties. Although he had not become a god, Wang Bert’s gains this time were enormous.

First, he had obtained part of the concept of the true god of the Blood Clan. Blood God’s abilities had greatly increased. From now on, as long as vampires still existed in the world, he would not die.

Second, he had completely absorbed The Beast’s God Blood, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Third, he had successfully absorbed the power of the Space Stone and become another Captain Marvel.

With this foundation, Wang Bert could continue absorbing the Space Stone’s power in the future. In other words, he would keep growing stronger until he drained the Space Stone completely.

Fourth, Wang Bert had mastered a large number of rules related to space and blood.

Previously, Wang Bert could only be considered a fairly capable mage. But now, he was a master of magic second only to Ancient One.

Once Wang Bert completely digested what he had gained this time, he could even create his own Space Magic and blood magic.

"Even if I encounter a true god or demon now, I have the strength to fight."

Wang Bert smiled faintly. Besides those four major gains, he had also gained two special benefits this time—his projection and the elevation of his own being.

The elevation of his being referred to the transformation of his life essence. Wang Bert was now half-vampire and half-god, possessing a certain degree of divine majesty, though it was only effective against vampires.

Furthermore, after this elevation, Dracula could no longer control Wang Bert’s blood, because Wang Bert’s life essence was of a higher order than his.

"Not bad. I’ll need to go into seclusion for a while after I return."

As Wang Bert slowly gathered the Blood River, he sent a message to Mercury with his thoughts. "Mercury, I’m awake."

"Blood God."

Mercury let out a huge sigh of relief. Thinking of something, she asked, "Blood God, don’t you regret it?"

"With so many bikini-clad beauties gathered together, how could I regret it?"

Wang Bert laughed heartily. "Mercury, don’t tell me you didn’t save the position of head judge for me?"

Mercury smiled. "Rest assured, Blood God. You are the only head judge."

Wang Bert said solemnly, "Very good. Mercury, this competition must be open, fair, and impartial. We absolutely cannot allow anything improper to happen."

Mercury was speechless. You were the great Blood God. Did you really need to have such strange tastes?

"Blood God, I’m heading back to Europe. Let Lilith help you make it open, fair, and impartial."

"Lilith… It’s time to have a talk with her and Dracula."

Wang Bert shook his head and returned to human form. Then he appeared out of thin air in Dracula’s room and asked Dracula, who was drooling while staring outside, "Do they look good?"

"They do. Women in my era would never have dared to dress like that."

Dracula nodded repeatedly. Wang Bert smiled. "Looking won’t do you any good, because they’re all mine. Hahaha."

"Aren’t you afraid you’ll burst from overeating?"

Dracula turned back angrily, then froze. "You’re awake?"

Wang Bert walked to the window. Admiring the beauties as he spoke, he said, "I’m awake. Thank you for this."

"It’s good enough if you don’t blame me. I was planning to take pictures of Lilith in a swimsuit to make it up to you."

Dracula laughed. Wang Bert was speechless. Were you really Lilith’s biological father?

Lilith walked over through gritted teeth. "If you dare take any, I’ll kill you. It’s not like I haven’t killed you before."

Wang Bert smiled. "I’ve known you for so long, but this is the first time I’ve seen you make so many expressions."

Lilith lowered her head in apology. "Blood God, I’m sorry. I concealed my identity before."

"It’s fine. I know you bear me no ill will."

Wang Bert waved his hand and asked, "Lilith, why did you disguise yourself as an assistant and approach me?"

"Partly for the Blood Clan, and partly because of the concept within you."

Lilith confessed, "Your concept should originally have belonged to me. I wanted to know what abilities you would gain after obtaining it."

"The Blood River ability."

Wang Bert smiled. "Are you willing to continue being my assistant?"

Lilith was stunned. "You still want me to be your assistant?"

"What’s the problem? You didn’t do anything wrong."

Wang Bert said, "I’m very satisfied with your work ability."

"I would be happy to serve you, Blood God."

Lilith did not hesitate much before nodding. "However, I’ll only be your assistant, not the president. I can’t be president. It’s too tiring."

Wang Bert thought for a moment. "I see. Then Felicia can take over from you. I’ll find time to turn her into a vampire."

Dracula’s eyes lit up at once. Rubbing his hands excitedly, he said, "There’s no need for all that trouble. I can help as president. I have thousands of years of experience ruling the Blood Clan."

Lilith snorted coldly. "Stop embarrassing yourself. If you become president, the group will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"Dracula, you should study for a while first. The modern world is completely different from a few centuries ago."

Wang Bert said, "Make yourself younger and go to college. I’ll handle your identity and enrollment."

"School? Fine. You’re Blood God. If you say school, then school it is."

Dracula said listlessly. He was over ten thousand years old and still had to go to school? Wouldn’t people laugh themselves to death if word got out?

Dracula’s eyes darted around. I still need to find a way to become Blood God’s father-in-law. Otherwise, how can I enjoy myself?

Lilith viciously stepped on Dracula’s foot. Though she did not know what the old bastard was thinking, it definitely was not anything good.

Dracula hopped on one foot and glared angrily at Lilith. Was this any way for a daughter to act? Lilith glared back at Dracula. Was this any way for a father to act?

Wang Bert could not help laughing. "Lilith, give me the schedule and roster for this competition. I need to study them carefully and ensure the contest is open, fair, and impartial."

Lilith smiled. Blood God was still the same Blood God. He had not changed at all.

Wang Bert smiled. "Lilith, I never expected you to look so good when you smile. Smile more in the future."

"My job description does not include smiling for your entertainment."

Lilith’s face turned cold. She turned and went out to retrieve the documents.

Wang Bert shrugged. Still the same as always. Dracula’s eyes, however, lit up. There seemed to be a chance?