previously in chapter 91
The inhuman child whose inhuman DNA was activated by Henry, whose powers he had named Berserker. The child's powers allowed him to become stronger, faster, and more durable the more he was injured, with the effects resetting once he was not damaged for a while. It was quite a useful ability, and Henry was quite sad to part with it, but he needed a lot of inhuman blood, especially after the outbreak, meaning that Patient Zero, or Shawn as he was named, needed to be in the afterlife, acting as his spy. Henry, of course, trusted the child for a simple reason: because he was under Henry's control permanently.
[Name: Henry's Psionic Elixir]
[Grade: 7th]
[Description: A powerful mind control potion crafted from the essence of the Mind Stone, combined with a fragment of Henry Will's essence. Anyone who consumes this potion will be under Henry Will's control, provided their willpower is weaker than his. The effects are permanent, granting immense psionic enhancements.]
[Effects: +1,000% effectiveness in mind control, +1,000% duration of mind control, +1,000% influence over the controlled individual's actions, +1,000% amplification of Henry Will's commands, +1,000% enhancement of psionic abilities, +1,000% resistance to mental attacks, +1,000% boost to cognitive functions]
[Deterioration Rate: 0%]
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Chapter 92
After nearly tens of fortune potions, Henry was finally able to make a potion that allows him to control someone whose will is weaker than his permanently. So the child was, in a sense, a clone of Henry since he was under his control with no hope of being free. This is why Henry gave him the special task of being not only an information gatherer but also a blood gatherer, given that he could effectively overpower adults unless they were crazy strong or that was their power.
After the talk with Patient Zero, Henry continued to work on his next biggest project, which would solve nearly most of his problems, but it required a lot of refining and preparing. While he was working through the days, he watched the events that transpired, like Skye's mother killing Raina, which Henry knew was how she would die. But she didn't die a pitiful death. No, the reason she died was because she wanted Skye to see how monstrous her mother was, an idea that was planted into her head by Henry to speed things up. This forced Skye's mother to hasten her plans, which would have taken months. The plan was to release a bunch of Terrigen crystals they made but contained pieces of the Diviner metal inside.
Which meant that it was lethal to humans but harmless to Inhumans. It was how she planned to not only kill the humans but also produce more Inhumans. With the humans gone, they could rule the world, or she could rule the world. But of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. stopped them, especially since Henry gave an early warning, although that didn't seem to prevent Coulson from losing his hand, which was cut off by Agent Mack after Coulson touched the modified Terrigen crystal. "Some things seem to be constant," Henry thought as he watched Skye and her mother fight, which resulted in Skye pushing the Quinjet with the experimental Terrigen crystal into the ocean, only for Calvin, Skye's father, to kill her mother in order to stop her. But Henry didn't care for any of that.
What he cared about was that the Quinjet ended up in the ocean and was released into a school of fish, which would then be captured by fishermen and processed into fish oil supplements. When people consumed it, it would either kill them if they were human or give them powers if they were Inhuman. This is where Henry comes in. With the emergence of Inhumans, Henry's new task force, all given Henry's Psionic Elixir in the form of pills, making them eternally loyal to Henry, could swoop up anyone with useful Inhuman powers.
This would contribute to Henry's growing blood of superpowered beings, which hopefully would speed up Project Null. This was his plan all along, and now that it was all coming to fruition, Henry could finally turn his attention back to his drug empire in Hell's Kitchen, especially the dragon bones in the possession of the Hand. "It's time I paid them a visit, isn't it?" he asked himself aloud, only to hear Terry snapping his beak. "What?" he asked as he got up. The damn turtle was out of his enclosure as he moved in a blur as if he was saying, "cant catch this". Yes, Terry moved like a blur, at superhuman speed, although it wasn't a blur to Henry, who just groaned. The reason the damn turtle was moving at a blur was simple: Terry drank a small leftover essence of Pietro's blood.
Giving the annoying but still quite adorable turtle, actual powers wasn't much of a problem. It wasn't even temporary, and Terry made sure to rub it in Henry's face that he had powers. Not to mention, Terry was miles stronger than any turtle could hope to be since he had consumed some of Henry's mutated plants. Terry was truly a menace to Henry, who didn't feel like dealing with the turtle, so he cursed as he teleported, "Damn soft-shell turtle," which was the greatest insult that Terry heard as he continued to snap his beak, as if he was saying, "Who are you calling soft-shell, you smooth brain? For someone who claims mastery over the elements, you certainly have a knack for turning gold into fool's errands. Perhaps you should stick to brewing turtle soup—at least then, you might create something with a bit of wisdom in it." Unfortunately, Henry teleported away.
-scene change-
Inside a luxurious hotel, Henry was sitting on a chair as he read a report, "Since Fisk is gone, the Chinese ran with their tails between their legs, the Yakuza went silent, and the Russians are dead, which leaves only the Irish. Props to them, they used to rule Hell's Kitchen 200 years ago until they got complacent," he thought with disinterest. As an alchemist, Henry's best interest and the place he thrived was in his hideout, surrounded by herbs and essence, doing what he does best: creating potions. But managing a drug empire was not his thing. Unfortunately, he had to make money in different places; he shouldn't place all his eggs into one basket.
Or put all his potions into one basket, so he had to diversify his incomes, passive or active, which meant he had to manage his empire until he could find someone worthy enough. "I need to find some drug genius and mind control him, but that just ruins their talent, making them useless," he thought as he began to anticipate the next move of the Irish. "They are probably thinking that the drug dealing is free for the taking—" but he stopped as his enhanced hearing picked up faint gunshots that got closer and closer until they arrived at the hotel he was staying at, which made him smirk faintly as he thought, "Huh, interesting," before he then heard his hotel, the hotel he was staying in, which he owned, getting shot up.
However, he didn't look concerned as the attacker got closer and closer until he arrived at his room. The door was littered with bullets, eventually breaking as bullets whizzed past Henry, who seemed amused, as the attacker revealed himself. It was a man in his thirties, tan skin, wearing a black vest with a white skull on it. He also wielded two AKAs as the man started to shoot.
Amidst the chaos of bullets that were fired towards Henry, who just got up, the air crackled with the deafening roar of gunfire. Bullets whizzed through the air, tearing through anything in their path. In the heart of this storm of bullets stood Henry, undeterred and unwavering. Each bullet that struck him seemed to vanish into the inferno that raged within his body, leaving only the briefest scorch marks that healed almost instantly.
As he began his advance, a strange phenomenon occurred. His skin started to glow, an ethereal light emanating from deep within, casting an ominous red-orange hue around him. It was as if a living furnace had been ignited inside him, his veins pulsating with molten energy. Each step he took was deliberate and unhurried, yet filled with an unstoppable force, the ground beneath him seemingly trembling in response.
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A/N the damn turtle, its "cant touch this"