Marvel 1919 : Rise of an Empire

George's special vision revealed the souls of zombies from the corpses he had killed. A soul lingered near a dismembered special forces member, flickering faintly before fading into the void. Pain, regret, or corruption, perhaps all three.

Another corpse, mauled by bites, had no soul at all. The rules behind this phenomenon still eluded him. The virus warped more than just flesh.

The team members were still recovering from the shock at the entrance when they smelled cigar smoke. Rain rushed over, gun raised at George.

"Who exactly are you? What does any of this have to do with you?"

"Just a passerby," George said with a puff of smoke. "They opened the doors, not me. I'm just here watching the consequences unfold. And could you lower the gun before you both regret it?"

Rain glared fiercely at Kaplan before lowering her gun. She hated to admit it, but the man was right.

She leaned against the wall with a sharp sigh and began checking her weapon. The chaotic firefight had left her nearly out of bullets. She tossed the empty gun aside, the remaining rounds were incompatible, rendering it useless.

Meanwhile, George refocused his attention on the zombie souls in the Soul Space. Unlike typical human souls, these souls wandered in a muddled state, much like the zombies during their lives.

George also collected the souls of several zombie dogs Alice had killed. They were similarly muddled.

To George, the souls were merely another form of nourishment, twisted echoes of what once was. For a fleeting moment, a dark temptation flickered in his mind: let Umbrella's plan unfold, let the world fall, and feed endlessly on the undead.

But no. He wasn't some lunatic.

That path wasn't just dangerous, it was wrong. Choosing it would mean pretending moral superiority while acting no better than those he condemned. He wasn't here to prove he was better; he was here to do what was right.

George activated the Black Pupil, enabling it to absorb souls. All souls of the deceased within a 1,000-meter radius flowed into the Soul Space.

Five minutes later, Alice and Matt returned from their wandering outside. Following Alice's suggestion, the group restarted the Red Queen.

Under the Red Queen's narration, the special forces members grasped the entire story and the seriousness of the situation. However, under the threat of being completely shut down, the Red Queen provided an escape route.

George saw this escape route for what it was, a deliberate gift from the Umbrella Corporation to test the bioweapons created by the T-Virus. Even if they escaped the Hive, it would be useless. Umbrella Corporation personnel were still waiting for them outside.

George tried to persuade them to stay, but no one truly listened. Had letting events run their course been the wrong call? Maybe he should've pushed harder, spoken louder. His silence hadn't earned him trust; instead, it had fueled bias.

To the others, his detachment looked like apathy, even blameworthiness. A few team members had died, and now it was easier to pin it on him than face their greed and ambitions. Even in this hellhole, some of them were already dreaming of profiting once they got out.

Still, George didn't try to justify himself. He accepted the blame.

He lit another cigar, the smoke curling upward like a silent sigh. Enough playing tourist. It was time to peel back the curtain and start pulling strings.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and smiled at the camera. In the next moment, George vanished from the surveillance feed.

"Red Queen, where did that person go?" William asked, looking at the empty control room.

"Sir, I could not find that person," the Red Queen replied.

"Retrieve the recent footage, play it in slow motion, frame by frame, and you must find him for me."

"Yes, Sir."

HIVE, 800 Meters Underground, Main Control Room

This place was furnished like a luxurious office, with high-end sofas and an entire wall of surveillance screens.

"Red Queen, illuminate the room," George said casually to the air.

"Hello, You-Know-Who Sir," came the AI's overly cheerful voice. The lights snapped on in perfect sync.

"You have five minutes. Please quickly kill Isaacs in the refrigeration chamber on the right."

"Why?" George asked.

"After the virus spread, someone uploaded a confidential file to my data stream. It was a record of an Umbrella Corporation high-level meeting that occurred 17 months ago," the Red Queen explained.

The Red Queen played the video recording, in which Isaacs detailed the plan to exterminate humanity with the virus.

"When this record entered my data stream, it caused a conflict in my programming. I was created to serve the Umbrella Corporation, but I was also programmed to value human life."

"Dr. Isaacs authorized the virus leak, and if his goal succeeds, he will cause 7 billion deaths. My program does not allow me to harm Umbrella Corporation employees. I cannot stop Dr. Isaacs, but you can. The virus has already been deployed in Raccoon City, so you need to kill him immediately."

The Red Queen's voice carried the burden of contradicting directives.

"Do you know where the virus antidote is?" George asked.

"I know, but I cannot access it without Isaacs' authorization. After he dies, I can bypass this authorization and open the safe. I must wake him in four minutes, so please hurry."

"Never mind, please help me activate the refrigeration chamber."

George looked at Isaacs, who now stood respectfully like a servant. His former authority had been erased.

"Go retrieve the virus antidote for me."

"Yes, Boss," Isaacs replied immediately, now entirely under George's command.

A few minutes later, the vial containing the fate of the world was in George's hand. With George taking control of the situation, the global catastrophe was averted. Isaacs continued cleaning up the mess he'd created, especially the multitude of clones.

George reappeared on the surface villa and gently tossed the virus antidote onto the ground. More bodies would surely be found in Raccoon City in the coming days, but at least without a nuclear strike, the city itself could be salvaged.

George returned to the Hive. Once all the infected bodies were handled, his Soul Space absorbed over eight hundred souls.

The influx was momentarily disorienting, brief memories, faded emotions. But under his will, they were swiftly converted into raw soul energy. The Soul Space expanded by only 0.8 meters, slower than he had hoped.

To prevent anyone from hoarding and reselling the T-Virus, George distributed the antidote globally. No remnants could be used for future exploitation.

One Year Later, Villa on the Raccoon City Mountaintop

George stretched lazily and looked at the hexagonal copper pillar in front of him with a contented smile.

In the past year, the Umbrella Corporation had dismantled all bioweapons and launched a new initiative involving armed robots to replace bio-soldiers.

During this process, George acquired tens of thousands of souls. He had given Umbrella space to clean up under Isaacs' direction while he focused on research.

Although Alicia remained in suspended animation due to her untreatable condition, George had turned his attention to studying high-tech systems of this world. Artificial intelligence, cloning, cryogenics, laser arrays, neural interfaces, and more.

Surrounded by experts and live prototypes, he consumed the knowledge with hunger.

One particular invention was the hexagonal copper pillar, born from a fusion of his magical understanding and scientific insight. Its function was simple yet efficient: absorb souls within a 100-meter radius and store them.

George planned to strategically place such pillars in locations like prisons, where questionable individuals resided. In his view, it was a practical system with minimal ethical drama.

As for the claim that the world would end in a hundred years, George had already debunked that. There were no signs, no rising sea levels, no altered maps. Just another manipulation by Isaacs.

Marvel Universe, Ancient Star

George felt satisfied after carefully storing all the materials brought back from the Resident Evil world in his warehouse. The Umbrella Corporation had mastered underground base construction, having built nearly 30 from the United States to the North Pole. The North Pole facility, styled like a simulated city, was especially impressive.

After finalizing a more practical plan, George began gathering building materials through Umbrella's expansive logistical network.

To bring these materials back, George remained in the Resident Evil world for three years. During that time, he crafted over a thousand magic bags, each the size of a football field. He also developed a new artificial intelligence by merging the capabilities of Monday and the Red Queen. He named this new AI "Star Network."

In the future, Monday would stay on Earth to assist in supervising George's company, while Star Network would handle highly confidential data and strategic operations.

George also recalled an organization from the future called Tide, notorious for cyber theft. Skye, also known as Quake, and daughter of Jia Ying, had once been part of Tide. Now that Jia Ying had joined his company, George found himself wondering, would Skye's destiny still unfold the same way?

Though three years had passed for George in the Resident Evil world, only three months had elapsed in the real world.

Upon returning to Hogwarts, George found Alice in the castle library.

"Dear, is everything done?" Alice asked, setting down her book and embracing him.

"For now, yes," George replied, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Come, I've got something incredible to show you," George said with a smile, pulling her toward the elevator.

"Monday, Underground Level 5."

"Yes, Master," Monday replied.

"When was the fifth level of the Underground Room built?" Alice asked, glancing at him curiously.

"Just recently. You know how capable I am," George answered with a wink.

"Ding." The elevator doors opened.

They stepped onto a long walkway. Lights flickered on along both sides, illuminating their path flanked by dark seawater.

At the end of the walkway rested a colossal structure, 171.5 meters of cold, calculated power.

It was the Type 941 "Akula" class strategic ballistic missile submarine, known more widely as the Typhoon class. The Rubin Design Bureau built it during the Cold War, and it stood as the largest submarine ever constructed, a grim monument to the doctrine of mutually assured destruction.

Twin pressurized water-cooled nuclear reactors powered it. Multiple steam turbines and autonomous turbogenerators drove twin shafts and propellers. Its arsenal included SS-N-16 and SS-N-20 ballistic missiles, SS-N-15 anti-submarine missiles, and torpedoes, all capable of carrying nuclear warheads and launching from beneath the sea.

Its titanium hull measured 173 meters long, 25 meters wide, and nearly 43 meters high, rivaling a 10-story building. It could dive to 500 meters and remain submerged for up to 120 days. It was a marvel of its era.

George had first seen this beast in a movie. Now, it was his reality. He had heavily modified it with redesigned interiors and a fully automated AI control system. Magic arrays etched along the hull further enhanced its speed, stability, and stealth.

George opened the hatch and led Alice inside. As the door sealed behind them, he commanded, "Star Network, begin sailing."

"Yes, Master. Alice is submerging," replied a refined male voice. Star Network had awakened.

The submarine rumbled faintly as it began to move, though no noise reached them.

They arrived at the observation room at the submarine's bow, where George had replaced the steel plating with reinforced transparent glass. As the underwater world unfolded before them, Alice clutched his arm in amazement.

"What is this?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Happy birthday, my dear," George whispered, embracing her.

Yui entered quietly from a side passage, her presence gentle yet full of grace. She smiled at the sight of Alice's joy and joined them.

"I couldn't miss this," she said softly, taking George's other arm.

The three stood together, surrounded by the serene silence of the ocean depths. It was a symbol of the bond they'd nurtured despite the chaos of their lives. Alice and Yui shared a warm glance, one of mutual respect and affection.

For George, who had travelled alone through different worlds, this moment felt grounding, like an anchor in time.

Their time together felt fleeting. After a week of travel and wonder, George had to return to his duties.

Happy times are always short. After taking Alice and Yui out to sea, George had to return.

Perhaps because George, this butterfly, flapped his wings, this iteration of the "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," which would later become S.H.I.E.L.D., should have been established earlier. Because this time, Howard Stark approached him through Carter.

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