#☂︎GLOBAL SATURATION

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Ridiculous.

He found himself miles, perhaps lightyears away from the world he was mere years away from shaping into something perfect. Somehow, he found himself in a world perhaps even more inherently flawed. He wasn't sure how that was even possible.

Left with more questions than answers, his eyes narrow, searching for someone to wring answers out of. He'd prefer someone with a weak mind. They always had a tendency to talk, hoping their empty words would hide the gaping void in their frontal lobe. Yes, even those people had their uses.

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Wesker considers it. Relius had a point. There were people with a sort of willpower that got them through impossible situations. They had a resilience that made them survive, despite the odds. Was it natural selection at work? Good fortune? This... soul he spoke of?

"Conjecture, hm? A strange thing to dedicate years to. You don't strike me as an optimist who'd waste time chasing silly ideas. You have proof of your theory."

"Mayhaps so." there's a nod in agreement.

"But from my research and where I am standing, it's what kindles a flame. But there's more to it than just making one 'unique'. It is to make a 'strong' one, to be able to let it filter out the weak, and become the creme of the crop so to speak."

Almost like the wheat compared to the chaff, if you will...

"However, that's likely just mere conjecture."

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Wesker will not tolerate Sora's shenanigans.

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He's getting bullied

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Normally, Wesker would be furious over any setback to his grand plans. At first, he was. However, he's slowly fascinated by this place. Strange creatures roaming freely, each from different worlds?

He could only draw one logical conclusion. Someone was playing God. He could almost respect that.

He decided to approach one of the many inhabitants, the scientist in him tantalized by the thought of encountering something no one else in his world has.

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"That's preposterous. Shrimp can't do either of those things, so stop wasting everyone's time with stupid ques----"

"..."

"If the shrimp in this world can cook, I wonder if they could make a statue in my honour?" Someone stop him.

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Wesker had been shifting through books as a means of collecting as much information as he could. In terms of science and engineering, things seemed built on the same foundations that he was familiar with.

Lysithea immediately piqued his interest as she mentioned magic. He'd seen stranger things here, but magic was a concept that would fascinate any scientist. He can't help but want to delve into it.

"May I?" It didn't take a genius to see she was a little flustered, so he didn't hound her on magic yet. That would be a good way to chase her off.

Instead, Wesker scanned the bookshelf and plucked out a copy of the cookbook she had in her hands. He opened it to peruse its contents. He was surprised to see a few things entirely unfamiliar to him. "It seems you have refined tastes. Have you made any of these before?"

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Reading books was her only habit but she's reading a cooking book of baking cakes as she was on a bookstore at Golden. As usual, Lysithea was minding her own business and means no harm.

If he ever, she'd went straightforward on that. She is still holding the book she's reading.

"This is just a cookbook for cakes. A girl's gotta learn how to bake a cake or something." Closed the current one she's reading, now her tome dropped.

"Pay no mind on this one. It's just for self-defense since i can use magic with these." Immediately picked up and puts in on a bag with her dictionary that always carried.

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"You get back here this instant!" Wesker is covered in a few hundred paw prints, and he is not happy.

"I don't know why, but something tells me I'm in terrible danger..."

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Weiner World.

Albert Wesker is in Weiner World.

He suspects that this child has brought him as some immature joke, but there was no signs of malicious intent. The little guy is genuinely happy to be here.

Wesker is glad no one he knows is here to see him in this world's equivalent of a Weenie Hut Junior.

"One with ketchup and mustard."

He reminded himself that it was a classic American meal, even if the restaurant name was... unfortunate.

Sora takes the man's hand and gives it a firm shake.

"I'm Sora, by the way. Trust me, you'll like it here." And off they go.

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A few minutes later the pair find themselves at Weiner World, home of the best dogs in Spirale City. "Two please! One plain with ketchup, and uh..." Sora turns to look at his new comrade. "How do you like yours?"

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This child just spoke in ✨sparkles✨. It almost distracted Wesker from the answer itself. He takes a second to shift through the vocal glitter. It doesn't give him much more information than he started with.

Wesker contemplates searching for someone who actually knows what is going on. However, food does sound tantalizing. He hasn't eaten since he was back in his own world. He follows Sora, his steps brisk to avoid being left behind.

"Alright. I'll be right there."

"✨Isola Radiale! ✨" Sora waves his hand extravagantly for emphasis, gesturing towards the view of the city. "Where no one knows how we got here, how to leave or what's going on. I know a good hot dog place, wanna check it out?" Sora doesn't bother waiting for an answer as he heads down the street. When he notices his new captive associate isn't following, he turns around.

"Well? Come on!"

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Relius wasn't being completely honest. Wesker can't blame him, as he'd be a fool to show all of his cards this early. "There is no need to apologize. It's their fault for displaying such gross incompetence." Just a few pawns off the chessboard. It was of little consequence.

"The soul? Well, isn't that something. There is little tangible evidence of such a thing existing. Some might say it is merely a fantastical idea that tricks the foolish into feeling unique and immortal."

"Ah, that would explain the people who've tried to attack me in the comfort of my quarters. Do forgive me for that."

Considering the absolute ass kicking he gave them? He certainly lived up to the name of Immortal Breaker.

But at the question posed to him... "Humanity is but a simple construct the common man has placed upon himself. The flesh is not what I deem to be necessary, but the very soul of the individual. You, good sir, have quite the interesting one if I may say so myself." Although he's keeping his grander scheme of recreating the world as it's architect to himself. It was far too soon to show his hand as it were.

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When Wesker looks at purity personified, all he sees is a snot-nosed little brat who can't keep his hands to himself. Wesker notes that the boy is dressed like he's from the circus, clown shoes and all. Would it really be worth listening to the ramblings of a child?

However, Wesker is in an unfamiliar place that doesn't match the description of any location on Earth. He can't dismiss Sora's claims until he learns more about his predicament.

Wesker can't show his true colors, either. Not yet.

"Another world, you say?" Interesting.

"Then what would you call this one?"

"Hey, come on guy, lighten up! This place isn't too bad."

Sora pats the man's shoulder as he approaches from behind. Tell-tale grimace, downturned eyebrows - yep, this guy just got here.

"I've been here about a week now. You're from another world, right? This place is definitely weird, but from what I can tell it's pretty harmless." So far, anyway. Sora is sure something must be going on, but right now, his focus is assuaging this man's worries.

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"I merely wanted to pick your brain. Here I am, trying to shepherd humanity toward evolution. That is what many of the great scientists are trying to do these days. To dig into that untapped potential."

Wesker had sent many mercenaries to do this dirty work for him, to rob this man... ahem, blind, of his research.

None of them had returned.

That just meant there was something to be gained from visiting this Clover fellow in person.

"I'll cut to the chase. What are your goals for humanity?"

"A fair argument... I did find it a bit curious to learn that you were wondering about my research."

At least the parts of it that were moreso able to fit into his own plans. He wasn't about to give any openings.

"What is it that you wished to discuss with me?"

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Observe!

Two geniuses standing in a dark room, wearing dark eyewear.

"Now, now. I hardly think that's the appropriate way to greet a guest."

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"Speak plainly, you've caught me at a decent time before I have to return to my personal research."