Demanding Answers

At a thought from Wang Bert, his body transformed into a surging, flowing Blood River. Immediately afterward, the souls of countless Vampires and monsters floated up from the river like tiny white points of light!

These were the souls devoured by the Blood River!

Wang Bert recalled all the other souls into the Blood River, leaving only Erik’s soul-light floating in the air. Then, his soul left his body and drifted beside Erik’s soul-light!

There shouldn’t be any problem in theory. Now it’s time to see if it works in practice!

With a gentle gesture, Wang Bert drew Erik’s soul-light into his own soul. Then he injected a large amount of soul power into Erik’s soul.

Erik’s soul struggled instinctively, but it was quickly suppressed by the soul power. As the soul power gradually seeped in, Erik’s soul slowly turned red!

When Erik’s soul turned as red as Wang Bert’s, its appearance began to change. A moment later, it had become Wang Bert’s likeness! "Success!"

Wang Bert, who looked somewhat weakened, was overjoyed. He immediately released Erik’s soul, then sent it back into Erik’s body along with the blood.

After doing all that, Wang Bert’s soul returned to his body, and he turned back into human form. His weakened soul nearly made him lose his footing, and he hurriedly leaned against the cabin wall behind him!

"This is practically the same as splitting off a portion of my soul."

Wang Bert shook his head. Only the final step remained: Erik’s body had to accept the new soul. Once the two merged successfully, his new ability would be complete! It did not take long before Erik opened his eyes. The two looked at each other, then burst into laughter. They had succeeded! Wang Bert greeted Erik through their minds. "Hello, my clone!"

"Hello, my original body!"

Erik replied. That was right—Wang Bert’s new ability was creating clones. The two could communicate through their minds and even share memories.

Wang Bert asked, "Can you fully control the body?"

Erik nodded. "Yes. After all, my essence is still Erik’s. I’ve merely been corrupted by you, like a system that’s been rewritten and overwritten!"

"Ninety percent Erik’s soul, ten percent mine."

Wang Bert said, "I should use this move sparingly in the future. My soul will need at least three months of rest to recover."

"Will it affect your combat strength?"

Erik asked, "The other Wakandans are nothing, but that Panther God won’t be easy to deal with!"

"On the entire Earth, it’s the only one Master Ancient One didn’t drive away. Of course it won’t be easy to deal with!"

Wang Bert said, "I can still bring out around eighty percent of my strength. With Master Ancient One around, that Panther God probably won’t dare descend personally. As for any other methods, eighty percent will be enough.

"Even if It really does descend, it won’t be a huge problem. At worst, I’ll threaten It with nuclear bombs. It’s Wakanda’s guardian god, so It definitely won’t just sit by and watch Wakanda be destroyed!"

Erik laughed. "Original body, you’re becoming more and more like a villain!"

"Can’t help it. I’ve been forced into it!"

Wang Bert shrugged. "The Panther God might not even intervene. After all, a prince fighting for the throne is Wakanda’s internal affair."

Erik laughed. "Of course it’s Wakanda’s internal affair. You, the Master, are merely standing up for your disciple!"

"Exactly!"

Wang Bert laughed. Having recovered considerably, he straightened up and said, "In a while, I’ll pass sixty years of qi to you, so you can defeat the Black Panther tomorrow!"

"You don’t even have sixty years of qi yourself, okay?"

Erik complained. Then he said confidently, "With your experience, my experience, and this body, the Black Panther is no match for me—unless they cheat and refuse to remove the Heart-Shaped Herb!"

"Better to play it safe. I don’t want to capsize in a gutter and turn a Super Hero movie into a comedy!"

Wang Bert shook his head. "Once I recover a little, I’ll help you develop qi!"

With Wang Bert’s current cultivation, he could help someone rapidly develop qi, though it could only be at the most basic level! "Fine!"

Erik nodded. Thinking of something, he asked with some confusion, "Say, if I have a child with someone in the future, would it count as mine or Erik’s?"

Wang Bert thought for a moment and said, "Genetically speaking, it should be Erik’s!"

"Then does that mean we’ve cuckolded Erik, or Erik has cuckolded us?"

Erik asked. "Erik has a girlfriend!"

Wang Bert fell silent. After a moment, he patted Erik’s shoulder and said, "A great king does not need women. From now on, focus on studying at night. Women will only hinder the swing of your blade. As the saying goes, with no women in your heart, drawing your blade comes naturally!"

"You just want me to study for you, don’t you?"

Erik said expressionlessly. "I help you conquer the world by day and study for you at night. Can I resign?"

"Young people should read more. It does no harm!"

Wang Bert chuckled. He had not expected clones to be useful for this too. Unfortunately, the cost was too great. Otherwise, he could make a few more, and even poor students could become top scholars. He waved his hand. "Your Master is going out to rest. I’ll pass my power to you later!"

Erik directly gave Wang Bert the middle finger. After Wang Bert left, he began familiarizing himself with his memories. From now on, he was Killmonger!…

At the Wakandan royal palace, T’Chaka exclaimed in shock after hearing T’Challa’s report, "What? N’Jobu’s son has fallen into the Blood God’s hands?"

"Yes!"

T’Challa nodded first, then asked, "Father, did you really kill Uncle N’Jobu?"

T’Chaka was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes, but it was an accident. I originally intended to bring him back for questioning. Your Uncle Zuri can testify to that!"

T’Challa chose to believe his father. He asked, "Father, what should we do next?"

"Leave it to me. I’ll stop the Blood God and rescue Erik!"

T’Chaka said. T’Challa nodded and turned to leave!

After T’Challa left, T’Chaka immediately went to the computer and used Wakandan technology to search up Erik’s information. The more he read, the deeper his frown became!

"I absolutely cannot let this murderous Demon King enter Wakanda!"

T’Chaka made his decision. He contacted the defense forces through Kimo Yoju Beads and ordered, "The moment you see this man, kill him as quickly as possible!"

Next, T’Chaka sent Erik’s photograph to the defense forces. As Wakanda’s king, he would never allow anyone to throw Wakanda into chaos, and Erik was the source of that chaos!

However, T’Chaka never expected that by noon the next day, he would see Erik in the royal palace. The Blood God was standing beside him as well! "Blood God, why are you here? Guards!"

T’Chaka’s expression changed drastically. Despite all his precautions, how had the Blood God still entered Wakanda? With his strength, he could kill most Wakandans within an hour!

At T’Chaka’s shout, T’Challa and the all-female Dora Milaje immediately rushed in, leveling their spears at Wang Bert and Erik!

Wang Bert said flatly, "King T’Chaka, this is no way to treat guests!"

"Wakanda has no guests who arrive uninvited!"

T’Chaka shouted, "Blood God, how did you get in?"

"I brought them in!"

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded from outside. T’Chaka turned and saw W’Kabi, Wakanda’s defense and military commander, entering with a group of elders.

"W’Kabi, you actually betrayed Wakanda?"

T’Challa asked in disbelief. W’Kabi was his friend and also the fiancé of Okoye, captain of the Dora Milaje! "Although the Blood God brought me Ulysses Klaue and allowed me to avenge my parents, I have not betrayed Wakanda!"

W’Kabi shook his head. Pointing at Erik, he said, "Everything I have done follows Wakandan tradition. Elders, this man is N’Jobu’s son, N’Jadaka—his Wakandan name!"

"What? N’Jobu’s son?"

The elders were stunned. One elder with a lip plate asked, "What proof do you have?"

Erik removed his necklace and pulled down his lip. "These are all proof. I am N’Jobu’s son, and I have come to demand answers from your king, T’Chaka!"

After examining the necklace, the elders asked, "What crimes has he committed?"

"He has committed three crimes!"

Erik shouted, "The first was murdering my father, N’Jobu! This is my father’s autopsy report. It clearly shows claw marks from a leopard!"

Erik projected the report with his smartphone. The elders stared at T’Chaka in shock. T’Chaka said, "It was an accident. I never intended to kill him!"

Erik continued his accusation, "King T’Chaka’s second crime was knowing of my existence but refusing to bring me back to Wakanda, leaving me alone in America, lonely and helpless, suffering endless abuse!"

"King T’Chaka, whether N’Jobu’s death was an accident can wait!"

An elder said with dissatisfaction, "Why didn’t you bring him back? He carries royal blood!"

The elders all nodded. T’Chaka remained silent and offered no answer. Erik snorted and continued, "King T’Chaka’s third crime was attempting to murder me to prevent me from returning to Wakanda!"

"That’s impossible! My father would never do such a thing!"

T’Challa shouted.

Erik looked at W’Kabi. W’Kabi played yesterday’s order and said, "King T’Chaka did indeed want us to kill Erik. That is also why I brought Erik into Wakanda!"

The crowd erupted. Everyone, including T’Challa, stared at T’Chaka in disbelief. T’Chaka explained, "I was protecting Wakanda. He has pledged himself to the Blood God!"

"My Master, the Blood God, is the great hero who repelled the aliens and saved New York. How could he endanger Wakanda?"

Erik shouted, "King T’Chaka, today, I, N’Jadaka, challenge you as a member of Wakanda’s royal family!"

T’Chaka shouted, "You are not qualified to challenge me. You have aligned yourself with an outsider!"

"Erik is my disciple. I came today to ensure fairness."

Wang Bert said flatly, "If Wakanda is fair, I will do nothing. But if you are unfair and bully my disciple, then don’t blame me for standing up for him."

T’Chaka asked, "Blood God, are you threatening Wakanda?"

"Ensuring fairness counts as a threat?"

Wang Bert sneered. "Is Wakanda really this overbearing?"

T’Chaka wanted to say more, but the Merchant Tribe elder said, "King T’Chaka, N’Jadaka is qualified to challenge you!"

"That’s right. You must pay the price for what you’ve done!"

The other elders said, "Whether or not you can keep the throne, afterward, you must explain your three crimes to us!"

Seeing that all the elders had sided with N’Jadaka, T’Chaka knew the situation had turned against him. Just as he was about to nod and accept the challenge, T’Challa stepped forward and said, "My father is injured. I will fight in his place!"

"I have no objection!"

Erik said.

T’Chaka looked at T’Challa and said, "Three days from now, above the waterfall, we will settle this in battle!"

"Fine!"

Wang Bert nodded in satisfaction. "For these three days, we will stay with the Border Tribe!"

"The Border Tribe welcomes you!"

W’Kabi said immediately. T’Chaka’s expression darkened, but he could not use this opportunity to drive the Blood God out of Wakanda. He could only say, "Fine, but Blood God, you are not allowed to wander around Wakanda!"

"Don’t worry. After three days, I’ll have all the time in the world to wander around!"

Wang Bert sneered, then left with Erik and W’Kabi. The other elders also took their leave one after another!

T’Chaka gestured for the Dora Milaje to withdraw, then turned to T’Challa and asked, "Are you confident?"

T’Challa took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Father, I will do my best!"

"I believe you won’t disappoint me. Go prepare!"

T’Chaka smiled and patted T’Challa’s shoulder. T’Challa nodded and turned to leave! What I need is not for you to do your best, but for you to win without fail!

After T’Challa left, T’Chaka shook his head and went to the laboratory to find his daughter, Princess Shuri. He asked, "How is the research on the device to control the Blood God progressing?"

Though only sixteen, Shuri was already Wakanda’s chief scientific researcher and a super genius. She said confidently, "It’s almost done. I’m confident I can control the Blood God!"

"Excellent!"

T’Chaka was overjoyed. He instructed, "Shuri, this device is of vital importance. There absolutely cannot be any mistakes!"

Shuri grinned. "Father, when have I ever disappointed you?"

"Good!"

T’Chaka nodded in satisfaction. His gaze was resolute. No matter what, Erik could not become king. Otherwise, Wakanda would be finished!…

At S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Triskelion headquarters, consultant Tony Stark sat across from Acting Director Hill and asked, "Director Hill, why did you call me here so urgently?"

Director Hill said with a headache, "After Director Fury was arrested, the World Security Council sent people to audit the accounts. They discovered that Fury had embezzled a massive amount of public funds."

Tony shrugged. "Isn’t that perfectly normal? The first time I met him, I knew he had to have stolen a lot of money!"

"The problem is that he didn’t steal an ordinary amount. Never mind the rest—last time, the Council approved several hundred million dollars to defend against the Evil God beyond Earth, and he embezzled two-thirds of it. Two-thirds!"

Hill sighed. "I always knew he was corrupt, but I never imagined he had taken that much. Honestly, his image in my mind has completely collapsed!"

"Two-thirds? I suggest executing him immediately!"

Tony said. He was practically a parasite, okay? "That’s what the Council suggested too!"

Hill said, "Because of this, the Council is furious. They have directly cut off S.H.I.E.L.D.’s funding and sent people down to audit the accounts! Tony, S.H.I.E.L.D. has no money left. We can barely even afford coffee!"

As she spoke, Hill looked hopefully at Tony, her meaning could not have been clearer: Sugar daddy, sponsor us some money!