"Praise the Kind Father!"
At Sacred Gospel Corporation, Bruce Banner stood atop the company building and offered a devout praise before looking behind him.
"How are we doing with preparing our forces?"
"Not quite there yet!"
A figure spoke from behind Banner.
"Then keep building them up!"
Banner nodded.
At that moment, humanity knew nothing of the fact that a great many people were already being mass-produced. Once the time was right, the governments of Earth would be directly taken over. By then, they would need not only to amass sufficient strength, but also to ensure that most of the world's population had received the Sacred Blessing Serum.
That would be when the global political order collapsed.
Bruce Banner was a good man, after all. Otherwise, with his identity as the Hulk, the addition of chakra, and the limitless power he could obtain through his connection to the Warp, he could easily have ruled the planet.
Unfortunately, he was a good man. If not for the possibility that the Empire's arrival could lead to an appallingly bloody massacre, he wouldn't have tried to conquer this world.
At the same time, countless Black people appeared on the streets of New York. They swarmed together, holding signs and shouting furiously.
"We want chakra!"
"We want the Sacred Blessing Serum!"
"This is discrimination! Protest! Protest!!!"
"Fuck! Damn Sacred Gospel Corporation! Give us our Sacred Blessing Serum!!!"
The Black people shouted furiously, hoping for a chance to receive the Sacred Blessing Serum. They couldn't be given the serum. From the moment it went on sale, that had been made clear. It was discrimination—blatant discrimination.
This was a free and democratic country, a country that championed equality. The Black people were furious about this kind of racial discrimination. Some had once refused to believe it