Uchiha, but a Brahmin!

However, it was this very inspiration that led the Family Planning Office to abandon the idea of ​​spending resources to create human production machines. Instead, they opted for a simpler and more convenient method—one that even an elementary school student could use—to synthesize giant uteruses and giant ovipositors for mass production.

Anyway, once these cunning individuals are trained, they become completely useless.

Of course, even useless cunning shouldn't be thrown away; they can be given to cultists as sacrifices to summon more warp demons.

"Very good, Family Planning Office 4895, but don't go too fast. You need to find the right balance. Wait until our numbers have increased and we've built the warships before launching the full-scale summoning!"

The chairman looked at the document transmitted from the Family Planning Office (4895), nodded, and was very satisfied, but still gave a reminder.

"Haha, no problem, I'll be careful! Praise be to the Brahmin!"

The family planning office staff member 4895 clasped their hands together and said devoutly.

……

Marvel Universe.

"I'm back!"

Bruce Banner stood on the street, breathing in the sweet air around him—oh, the smell of lead compounds, so sweet! Sweet, the smell of freedom, so wonderful.

Bruce Banner's country is an incredibly developed, free, great, and enviable nation. In this country, everyone is free and can do anything they want, such as robbing, buying things for free, doing drugs on the street, breathing the air of freedom, and if they want, they can even get a gun and go out into the street to shoot freely. There is even no death penalty.

The victims lost their precious lives, while the perpetrators only lost their freedom. Perhaps, in this great country, freedom is more important than life!

This is a paradise that countless Run people yearn for. When they think of the greatness of this country, even the lowest-ranking Run people, who were treated as experimental subjects by the black people through back channels, can't help but raise their chests and feel proud of this country, even if they don't even have an identity.

Not far from him, several homeless men, covered in needle marks and looking dazed, lay on the ground, occasionally letting out incomprehensible laughter. These men exuded an aura of unparalleled freedom, a free will that could never be seen in ordinary people.

"Genesis Spores..."

Like a certain dark hero with the same surname, Bruce Banner, who had lost his parents, took out a vial of reagent and poured it directly on the ground, and the Genesis Spores began to spread.

"AI, control the network that powers this planet!"

He activated his AI and, in the blink of an eye, took control of the planet's network system. Even Iron Man's AI system was unaware that it had been controlled; this was an overwhelming force from a higher level of technology.

Perhaps, for a genius like Iron Man, it would be possible to rewrite the data and upgrade Jarvis in a very short time, but that would only be if he knew the situation. In the current case, however, he is unaware of the situation.

"This world is a complex place, but I can be a little bold, after all, the Marvel Universe has incredibly strong compatibility!"

Bruce Banner was pondering when, just then, several niggers rushed in, brandishing knives and attempting to rob him.

Just as he was about to make his move, a red figure landed, and several white spider silks bound the Niggs together.

"Hey, sir, are you alright?"

Spider-Man used a web to lift the niggers and hang them on the wall, then looked at Bruce Banner not far away.

"Oh, thank you, Spider-Man, you're a good person!"

Bruce Banner nodded and gave a thumbs up as he looked at the red worm, relevant information flashing through his mind.

Spider-Man, the unlucky guy chosen by the spider totem, is actually a good guy, maybe...

"Oh, you're welcome!"

Spider-Man nodded, raised his hand, released a web, and left.

He was completely oblivious to Bruce Banner's gaze.

"The Spider-Totem has a mysterious connection to Spider-Man. Could I indirectly bless the Spider-Totem by blessing Spider-Man?"

Bruce Banner fell into deep thought, but unfortunately, Spider-Man had already left by then.

Your company has been created!

Just then, Bruce Banner's thoughts were interrupted by the AI's voice, and he looked at the AI's panel.

Holy Gospel Company.

This is a company he had the AI ​​establish, and it's part of his plan: to mass-produce Divine Blessing Potions and sell them at extremely low prices, while secretly manufacturing a large number of human production machines to rapidly produce humans, then control the planet in sheer numbers, build interstellar warships, and conquer the universe.

A few days later, a little-known company suddenly caused a huge uproar throughout the United States, no, not just the United States, but the whole world.

This work was compiled and uploaded by [author's name].

"Divine Blessing Elixir! Are you still troubled by your lack of power to resist freebies? Are you still terrified by the electric shocks of the Taser? Are you still ashamed of your physical disability? Are you still using all sorts of technology and ruthless methods because you envy the power of superheroes? Don't worry! As long as you inject the Divine Blessing Elixir and learn the chakra refining technique, you will be able to gain immense power, and your damaged body will be repaired once again. The Divine Blessing Elixir! It is your best choice!"

"Divine Blessing Potion! A boon to humanity! Not 998, not 180, just 99, just 99! Bring extraordinary power home! Everyone can be a superhero!"

A news item about GG appeared on the New York City news and television, and was broadcast on a loop.

"Quick, give me one! I need a Divine Blessing Potion! I've had enough of those niggers! I've had enough of those damn freebie sellers!"

"Oh, this is discrimination! This is racial snobbery! Why can't I buy it! Wow, give it to me now!"

"Will this injection really make my penis grow back?"

New York City, a store selling divinely blessed potions.

A group of people huddled together, clutching their US dollars, hoping to buy a vial of Divine Blessing Potion.

"Hmph, that's right, that's right. As long as you are injected with our Divine Blessing Elixir, you will gain powerful superhuman abilities, and from now on, we will all be superheroes!"

A staff member in a suit walked over and responded with a smile. Soon, the Divine Blessing potions were all snapped up.

Only a few black men remained, shouting wildly, and some even pulled out pistols, trying to threaten the staff.

Then these black men were knocked to the ground by the staff using controlled ninjutsu.

Not far away, some reporters were taking pictures of this scene.

"Oh, it's ninjutsu! This is the power of ninjutsu!"

...(End of this chapter)