Chapter 26: Hector's Power Level

Chapter 26: Hector's Power Level

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Erskine did load up the juice, while a few gunshots were being exchanged outside. Not that it mattered. Hector, like the boss he was, relaxedly descended the stairs.

Steve was there, looking like a little kid, knowing he was soon going to look buffed, Hector called the photographer, "Son, take a picture of me with the first super-soldier."

Steve stiffly stood beside him like an awkward kid who was also a fangirl. Then Hector turned to Howard, "Boy, don't kill me, or the nation will be after your blood."

A drop of sweat slid down Howard's forehead, "Fuck, I could've done better without that pressure. I gotta pee."

Chuckling, Hector whispered to Steve, who was looking toward the entrance, "Son, don't worry, your sweetheart is gonna return soon. Now, don't expect a kiss from her, get into that machine, soldier."

"YES, SIR!" He instinctively saluted and jumped right into it.

"Erskine, start with it." He also jumped into a frame made for his large body. However, now that he thought about it, he had a few worries ~Crap, I hope I don't grow even bigger now. I'm already the tallest president at 6'5", I don't want to be called Big Foot President or the Giant of America.~

"Fine, Mr President, please relax your muscles. It's going to pinch a little. Steve, you do the same and clench your teeth, it'll hurt." Erskine instructed them. Though Hector had to use his powers to push the needles into his skin, or else their motorised mechanism would have failed.

"Mr Stark." Erskine voiced.

A button was pressed, the blue liquid was injected into the two's arms. Then the platforms were slanted into a standing position.

"Now, we shall bombard your body with Vita rays to activate the serum and let it affect your bodies." Erskine briefed and shut the machines close.

Soon, Howard turned the dial and the two experienced their bodies being bombarded. For Hector, it wasn't much as his body was already superhuman. Steve started screaming, however.

"CUT IT OUT," Peggy shouted from the platform, she had just returned after catching the spies.

"Don't, he's fine" Hector voiced confidently.

"Yeah, I'm good. I can do this." Steve also reacted quickly.

Slowly, Howard increased power, and lights started to flicker as well. Although Hector had directed more electricity to this facility, there were now two different machines instead of one. Some sparks started to come out of the machines. Howard hurried after noticing this and turned the entire knob.

"BOWWWW!" Moony barked from the visitor's chairs, scared for his dad. He quickly got up, smacked the MP aside and came down to the machine Hector was in. He quickly jumped, standing on his hind legs and looked inside the small window.

Hector smiled from inside, "I'm fine, boy. Don't worry,"

Moony didn't leave, continuously wagging his tail like a helicopter. Howard laughed, "Nice, we've got another system cooling fan now."

*BOOM*

The machines broke down all of a sudden and the power reduced, all the blinding lights blasting inside the machines stopped. There was a silence lingering in the room. Everyone stood up to see the results.

*Woosh*

Hector smiled and pointed at Moony who was merrily chewing on a human thigh sized bone, "That good boy Moony is that old too. Erskine, how do I say this, but the Universe is vast, there are beings older than the Universe out there, gods that humans pray to are merely powerful aliens out there.

"Now coming to the main topic, Doctor, just one Johann Schmidt is such a pain in the ass, what do you think will happen when the US Army has a hundred perfect super-soldiers, many of them not so virtuous as Steve Rogers, many will get caught, their blood will be taken, researched and then the serum will be recreated by enemies. You must understand, the only successful super solider is Steve and the only successful serums were used on me and him.

"If I am to let you live, you will continue to make the serum for the Army, risking the future. So, there is only one way, after all, dead men tell no tales."

Erskine's mind was full of questions, "Are there aliens in space? Who really are you? What do you want?"

"Yes, they are real, and I am Hector King Washington, just a superpowered president, don't expect me to reveal my real background. What I want is to enjoy my life and make the world a bit less shitty than what I saw in my visions. Seriously, you'll be paying 2000 dollars for a 1 tiny bedroom New York City apartment, that's messed up. Ah, yes, there will be communist nations and military-industrial complexes as well.

"There are two options for you, one, you die. Two, you can survive but you will live in my own dimension." Hector finally revealed. Erskine was a good man whose family was killed just because he refused to do the devil's work. Now, Hector may be half devil, he couldn't just kill an innocent.

The marker on Erskine's head was slightly greyish red before, now it was white, this meant that him making Captain America gave him so much good karma that he now had neutral karma. Hector could now help him get to gold or red.

"What dimension?" Erskine inquired.

"THIS!" all of a sudden Hector used Godpad and all three arrived at the Funhouse dimension. The Spirits of Vengence had cleaned the house nice and tidy. They were just standing on the sides of the hallway like lifeless decorations now.

"W-what is this place? It feels like hell." Erskine muttered.

"Haha, it was hell not long ago, a demon occupied it. I killed the demon and took over the place. I am the master of this dimension, without my permission, nothing can enter here and nothing can leave. This entire dimension and this castle will be your home. Sorry, you're too much of a risk, it's either death or living here for the rest of your life. Of course, you are allowed to do whatever research you want to do and pass your time." Hector showed him around. He had picked up one of the labs from his company and put it here, it was a mess though, as he wasn't gentle.

"Bow bow... woooo..." Moony all of a sudden jumped toward one of the Spirits of Vengeance, finally giving in to his temptations. However, this time the spirits instead played with him, petting him.

Hector laughed and watched while giving Erskine time to think. The scientist could see the situation from Hector's viewpoint. If in return for his imprisonment here or his death the world can be better then he does not mind it. He would have done the same as Hector if he was the president. But he did have one question. "Suppose I decide to stay here, how will you ensure that the world is safe, that we win the war? How strong are you?"

"Hmmm..." Hector tried to think of a correct analogy, "Okay, imagine a god, let's say, Zeus or Odin, on a scale of 1 to 10, how strongly do you think they will be physical than a human?"

Erskine smartly replied, "Speaking from the examples from ancient texts, they could destroy mountains, so 10?"

Hector nodded, "Correct, I am an 8, and this isn't even my final form. However, on a scale of 1 to 10, how strong do you think these gods are from humans in spiritual powers, in short, occult, magical and such powers?"

"Again, a 10? They are bound to be much stronger, Odin is immortal from what the myths say, he dies and gets reborn again and again." Erskine answered.

"A 10 you say? I am a 100. No being in this Universe can comprehend my existence. Not Odin, not Zeus, nor Death itself. For I am the Hell's Inquisitor. HAHAHA" Hector laughed widely with his hands resting on his sides, but soon a frown appeared on his face as a realisation hit.

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~CRAP! Did I just reveal my identity?~

"Wuf..." Moony also gave a tired bark and shook his head, saying, ~Oh dad, so clumsy, what am I to do with you.~

[A/N: In short, he is physically 2 points weaker than Odin. At the same time, because he's an Omniversal Hell Lord, spiritually he's still a very high dimensional being, making him supreme in this category in the MCU multiverse. This does not help him in physical attacks but if any being tries spiritual, mental or soul attacks on him, it will fail poorly.]

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