You have chosen the only path that matters in this life - the path that leads to prestige, salvation, and absolute power. If you follow the steps of this guide, you will evolve beyond your limits, and reach the peak ascension of shiny, muscular leather-bound perfection that only a prestige 100 Wesker can achieve.

The moment you load in, you must realize that you are not just playing Dead by Daylight.
You are cleansing it.
You do not merely main Albert Wesker - you embody him.

Reclaim your rightful place as GOD.

Wesker doesn't just move. He glides with purpose, even if the purpose is only self-indulgent.

Spam your dash ability endlessly.
Swipe at the air repeatedly, over and over again. Miss completely. Miss again.
Why, you may ask?
Because the grunts, the dark chuckles that escape as you chase down survivors in the fog. The audible noises from the sheer power of your movements - they shall be music to your own ears.

The other killers will believe that you are inefficient.
The survivors will think that you are crazy.
But you know the real truth. This is art. This is evolution. THIS is Wesker.

Optional: Dash through a pallet for no apparent reason. Swipe at a wall. Do it just because.

Every match in Dead by Daylight is your TED Talk on superiority. Only one truly capable of being a God deserves that right. That right... is now yours. Own it.

Monologue in your head or in your Discord voice chat.
The Entity's maps are your selection of stages. You are the star of your own movie.
Narrate every movement you make and every thought you cultivate.

"How disappointing."
"I am a God, and even kings bow to Gods!"
"Is that the best you've got?"
"YOU WILL GIVE ME AN EGG!"

The survivors are not players. They are lab rats. Treat them as such.
It is not trash talk - it is scientific observation.

There are survivors you will come across that do not want to play the game.
They are here to worship you.

It is your choice whether or not you simply ignore them, or indulge them.
But remember: you only have seven minutes to complete your match.
That is enough time for you to strategize and remind them who is truly in control.

Bonus points if you switch up your strategy mid-game and confuse them even further.

Chris Redfield is in your lobby. You know what that means.

Dash. Hit. Hook. Repeat. Mori.

You tell yourself before you load in that you won't bring the mori because you want to be nice.
But you are Albert Wesker, and you are not nice.

Now, on the other hand, there are Chris players for reasons beyond comprehension, that love you.
You may see these players spin for you, teabag, or stare lovingly into your eyes.
They might even stun you with a pallet and fast vault so you can give them a kiss when you break it.

Again, like the other simps you will encounter in your games, it is your decision on what to do.
If there is a Chris like this in your lobby, all you can simply do is wish them the best.
They want your worms.
Observe them in silence, and allow them to embrace their destiny.
Albert Wesker would never interrupt the scientific process.

As a Wesker player, you should be mastering all of his techs and playing to the best of your ability.
Every dash, strike, and movement should be intentional. You are in control of everything.
These matches are your opportunities to assert your dominance within the fog.

You are not simply playing the game. You are elevating Albert Wesker to pure perfection.
The survivors will tremble at your mastery of execution.

Hugteching is not necessary to succeed.
But when you do manage to pull it off, the survivors will question all of their life choices.
They might even commend you for achieving such a wondrous feat.

Albert Wesker doesn't just wear glasses - he commands them.

Activate Lightborn.

You're wearing sunglasses, for crying out loud.
Why can a flashlight blind you, anyways?

The bloodpoints you have collected are your fuel for complete, global saturation.
Spend every single one with no mercy.
Every perk, add-on, and every upgrade pushes you closer to perfection.
Max out your perks. Unlock all offerings. Steal all of the cake. Show the Entity who controls the fog.

Every point is a step towards godhood. This isn't just grinding. This is refinement.

CONGRATULATIONS!

The path has finally become complete.
The fog has parted. Survivors are shaking with fear. Even the Entity itself has hesitated.
You have achieved the glorious title of PRESTIGE 100 MASTERMIND.

Every dash and every kill now carries the weight of perfection.
You bound through realms like a shadow of chaos.
When survivors come face-to-face with you, they will stand before a force of nature.

You have finally released Uroboros.

Behold! This is the aftermath of your creation.
Survey your empire of fear, chaos, and salt.
The survivors have learned their place. The Entity has finally recognized your dominance.

This isn't Resident Evil 5. You have finally won.

You have officially become The Mastermind.