Chapter 67: Kamehameha
I hit the jackpot!"
Peter was ecstatic in his heart.
"This is the blood of an Omega-level Mutant! Its research value is no less than the genes of Magneto!"
However, greed comes at a price.
"Die!!!"
In his rage, Sovereign completely stopped holding back.
Light wings suddenly spread out behind him, and an energy fluctuation ten times more terrifying than before gathered in his chest.
"Boom---!!!"
A golden torrent, as thick as a dozen meters wide, instantly engulfed everything like a breached river.
Peter didn't even have time to dodge.
Under the World-destroying energy wash, the fragile structure of the shadow clone instantly disintegrated.
He was directly dispersed into a puff of white smoke.
But sacrificing a clone in exchange for a few drops of Omega-level blood... Worth it! So worth it!
... Meanwhile.
On the other side of the battlefield, another shadow clonelaunched a suicide charge against Magneto.
"Old man, don't even think about running!"
Taking advantage of the gap while Zero's clone was drawing fire, he also used teleportation to rush close to Magneto's position.
Facing the purple figure enveloped by the metal storm, Peter had no hesitation.
"What if it's an Iron Defense? Break for me!"
Clone No. 3 roared.
All his strength converged on one point; it was still the double stacking of [Flowing Water Rock Shatter Elbow] plus [Backstab Critical Hit].
Peter estimated.
The power of this elbow strike, even if Hulk stood there, he would be blasted hundreds of meters away.
However.
"Clang!!!"
A deafening metallic collision sound rang out, just like the tolling of an ancient temple bell; the sound waves even shattered the surrounding rocks.
Peter's elbow slammed into the rapidly spinning metal ball defense net.
It did not achieve the expected penetration.
Those metal balls, under Magneto's control, seemed to possess life.
The moment they made contact, they perfectly deflected the kinetic energy of Peter's punch by utilizing extremely high rotational speed and magnetic repulsion.
Even more terrifying was the invisible magnetic shield—it was the materialization of the electromagnetic force, the majesty of one of the four fundamental forces of the Universe.
Peter felt as if his elbow had struck the Wall of Sighs.
All his strength vanished like a clay ox entering the sea; instead, a huge recoil force was transmitted back along his arm.
"Crack!"
Clone No. 3's arm bones instantly shattered.
"This Magneto..."
Peter was shocked.
"His ability development is absolutely Omega-level! Even stronger than that Sovereign who shoots lasers everywhere!"
At this moment, Peter finally understood.
Why Sovereign, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years and possessed multiple abilities, would willingly follow Magneto.
Because Eric Lehnsherr was the true King.
"Knowingly courting death."
Magneto coldly spat out four words, and he hooked his finger lightly.
"Buzz---"
Dozens of metal spheres instantly closed, like a giant metal mouth, biting down fiercely.
"Bang!"
The shadow clone was instantly shredded by the metal storm and dissipated into white smoke.
It hadn't even touched the corner of Magneto's clothes.
"The gap is a bit large," Peter's main consciousness felt the demise of the two clones and couldn't help but sigh.
"Physical attacks are basically useless against Magnetounless his magnetic field defense can be broken, and as for Sovereign... that's pure energy suppression."
Now on the battlefield, only the last shadow cloneremained.
It did not rush forward to die like the previous two.
At this moment,
The shadow clone was hiding behind a large rock dozens of meters away, holding its hands in front of its waist in a classic pose.
It was charging up.
"If physical attacks don't work, then let's try energy attacks, or rather, Qigong!"
Peter mobilized all the remaining physical strength within his body.
This shadow clone didn't have much remaining physical strength; he decided to pour all his last bit of power into this strike.
This was a powerful skill he had obtained from the system's lottery draw previously and never had a chance to use—
[Kamehameha]
This was originally the signature martial art of the Dragon Ball World, requiring the consumption of 'Ki' to release.
But under the system's heavy modification, it also became a skill that consumed physical strength.
It's just that,
The efficiency of this energy conversion is extremely low.
Even Peter's main body would feel completely drained after releasing it a few times.
And for the shadow clone with limited strength, this was definitely an ultimate move that could only be used once.
"Vroom vroom vroom..."
A dazzling blue light condensed in Peter's palm; the surrounding air began to vibrate, and small gravel floated up.
Magneto and Sovereign, who had just stopped his nosebleed, sensed this strange energy fluctuation.
They both turned to look over at the same time.
"What is that?" Magneto frowned, feeling that it wasn't a Mutant's ability, nor was it a technological weapon.
"Ha—Me—Ha—Me—Ha—Me—"
The shadow clone suddenly opened its eyes and violently pushed its hands forward.
"Ha!!!!"
"Boom!!!"
An incomparably thick beam of azure energy, with a diameter of a full two meters, roared toward Magneto in the air with the momentum to destroy everything.
This strike exhausted all the physical strength of the clone.
Where the light beam passed, the ground was plowed with deep scorch marks, and the air was ionized into a vacuum.
Magneto did not dodge this oncoming energy impact.
"Interesting."
Magneto's gaze condensed slightly, but it was merely interesting to him.
He did not use the metal spheres for defense; instead, he slowly extended both hands, palms facing each other.
"Magnetic Refraction!"
He activated the ultimate profound meaning of controlling magnetic fields.
Innumerable invisible field lenses were instantly constructed in front of him by the powerful electromagnetic force.
Although the Kamehameha was a pure energy impact,
In the material World, energy, especially plasma, is affected by strong magnetic fields.
"Zzzzz---"
When the blue light beam struck three meters in front of Magneto, it was like hitting an invisible prism.
The originally straight energy beam was forcibly twisted, dispersed, and refracted.
Most of the energy was directed toward the sky and the sea, causing massive water columns to erupt.
Less than a third of the residual energy struck the metal sphere defense net around Magneto.
"Boom!"
Magneto's figure swayed slightly in the air and retreated a few meters.
But that was all.
He was unharmed; even his hairstyle wasn't messed up.
Peter's full-power Kamehameha only managed to push him back a bit.
"Pfft---"
After releasing this strike, the shadow clone didn't even need the enemy to act.
Because its physical strength was completely depleted, its body instantly collapsed on the spot, turning into the last wisp of white smoke and dissipating into the night wind.
Thus,
All four invading shadow clones were annihilated.
... The battlefield returned to silence.
Only the ruins of the burning Base were still making crackling sounds.
Magneto floated in the air and slowly descended.
His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and the surrounding magnetic field was still in a state of violent agitation.
"Damn Spider-Man..."
Magneto looked at the empty ground, filled with confusion and rage.
"How did he appear here? And... what the hell are these clones?"
"Could it be that humanity has discovered my plan? Is this a secret weapon from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
A sense of unease rose in Magneto's heart.
Chapter 68: The Ghost Spider
Just then.
A blue-skinned, completely naked woman, covered only in scales at the crucial parts,
walked out from the shadows of the ruins.
Mystique, Raven.
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During the previous battle, she had been hiding in the shadows. Only now, seeing the fight was over, did she finally reveal herself.
But her face was etched with panic.
"Eric! This is bad!"
Mystique hurried over to Magneto, her voice urgent.
"I just checked the underground prison. Councilman Kelly is gone! There's only a large hole where he was smashed open!"
"What?!"
Magneto's expression changed.
"Not only that!"
Mystique gritted her teeth and pointed towards the laboratory's location: "In your lab, that Mutant Conversion Machine is also gone!"
"What?!"
This time, Magneto and Sovereign, standing behind him, turned pale with shock.
If Councilman Kelly escaping was just a hassle, the loss of the Conversion Machine was an absolute catastrophe!
That was the trump card Magneto had poured countless efforts into, planning to turn the tide at the United Nations Summit!
Without that machine,
how could he turn the leaders of various nations into Mutants? Wouldn't his grand plan collapse before it even began?
"Spider-Man!!!"
Magneto roared toward the sky.
A terrifying magnetic storm instantly swept across the entire island, grinding the remaining structures nearby completely into powder.
"You stole my machine! You ruined my life's work! I will make you pay the price!!!"
He had originally only considered Spider-Man an annoying fly.
But now, Spider-Man had risen to the same level as Professor X, perhaps even higher in terms of hatred.
Because Charles only obstructed him, but Spider-Man had directly 'ransacked his home'.
"The plan must change."
Magneto took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart, a crazed light flickering in his eyes.
Since the gentler Conversion Machine was gone,
since he couldn't make those human leaders understand Mutants through 'empathy'...
then he might as well be more radical.
"If we can't turn them into our kind, then we'll turn them into corpses."
Magneto looked in the direction of New York, his gaze seeming to pierce through the ocean, locking onto the prosperous metropolis.
"Notify all members of the Brotherhood of Mutants."
Magneto's voice was cold as iron, every word sounding like a judge's sentence:
"Abandon this island. We are gathering in New York."
"The United Nations Summit will proceed as scheduled, but this time, there will be no conversion, only cleansing."
"And..."
Magneto clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, "Add a name to the kill list—Spider-Man."
"I want to personally pull his bones out one by one to see what he's made of!"
With that,
he waved his large sleeve, leading Sovereign, Mystique, and the remaining stragglers onto a hidden helicopter on the side of the island.
The engines roared, and the aircraft lifted off.
Leaving only this ravaged, isolated island to quietly burn in the night.
...
New York, Queens, Forest Hills.
The night was deep, and all was silent.
Streetlights cast a dim, hazy glow, stretching the shadows of the maple trees along the roadside long.
Peter Parker was sitting on the edge of his bedroom bed.
His eyes appeared to be staring blankly at the wall clock, but in reality, he was sorting through the battle taking place thousands of miles away in his mind.
Following the shadow clone carrying Councilman Kelly,
who successfully disengaged under the cover of the waves and made contact with the S.H.I.E.L.D. squad waiting for extraction,
a smile of relief finally curled the corner of Peter's lips.
"Mission accomplished."
Peter silently checked it off in his mind.
"Even though four shadow clones were sacrificed, this trade was definitely worth it."
He tallied the gains from this field mission:
First, the mission reward from S.H.I.E.L.D.—[Mission: Initial Contact with X-Gene]—had entered its settlement countdown.
As long as Councilman Kelly landed safely,
2 Skill Points, 3 Free Attribute Points, and that precious [Skill Lottery Draw] would immediately be credited.
Second,
the spoils of war were outrageously abundant.
Toad's head points, Sabretooth's self-healing factor meat chunks, Magneto's modified machine, a pile of regular soldier corpses...
Of course, the biggest surprise was—Sovereign.
Peter never expected that old Omega-level monster who had lived for several hundred years would also be on the island.
Although it cost the price of one clone, he successfully obtained his blood sample.
"Omega-level Mutant genes..."
Peter muttered to himself, a greedy glint of a research fanatic shining in his eyes.
"This is an even rarer material than Vibranium. If I can crack the secrets of its genes, my strength can reach another level."
Just as Peter was immersed in the joy of his harvest,
a slightly shy, yet expectant voice suddenly broke the silence of the room.
"Peter, do I look okay in this?"
Peter snapped back to reality and turned to look at the source of the sound.
Then.
his gaze could no longer move away.
Gwen Stacy was standing in front of the full-length mirror, nervously fiddling with the corner of her clothes.
It was already late at night; Uncle Ben and Aunt May had long been asleep, and the whole house was quiet.
And in this private atmosphere,
Gwen had finally put on the battlesuit Peter had custom-made for her.
The black and white color-blocked design
preserved the classic elements of the Spider-Man series while perfectly matching Gwen's cool yet elegant temperament.
Most importantly—the material.
Woven from Super Web fluid, this battlesuit clung tightly to Gwen's body like a second skin.
It perfectly outlined Gwen's figure, which had become tighter and full of power due to enhancement.
Her slender legs, narrow waist, and upright backline... every inch exuded a deadly allure.
Gwen hadn't put on the mask yet.
Her short blonde hair was slightly messy around her shoulders, and her exquisite, pretty little face was flushed with shyness.
It was the first time she had worn such an embarrassing outfit; her eyes darted around, not daring to meet Peter's scorching gaze.
"It's suitable, it's too suitable!"
Peter felt his throat dry up and couldn't help but jump off the bed, walking two steps up to Gwen.
"Good heavens, Gwen."
Peter didn't hide the astonishment and admiration in his eyes, reaching out to gently stroke the smooth fabric of the battlesuit on her arm.
"You were practically born for this suit. This is a million times more perfect than I imagined."
"Really?"
Gwen's shyness faded slightly upon hearing her boyfriend's praise.
Replaced by a small hint of pride.
"I was worried it might be too tight. It feels like I'm not wearing anything, which is a bit strange."
"That's to ensure flexibility."
Peter grinned, leaning close to her, and pulled her into his arms, feeling the vibrant body beneath the battlesuit.
"Trust me, you'll love this feeling. Especially when you start flying."
He whispered in Gwen's ear:
"Let's go, put on the mask."
"Tonight, I'll take you to experience the 'Spider-Manperspective.' I'll teach you how to swing with Web fluid. That experience is a hundred times more thrilling than a roller coaster."
Gwen took a deep breath, and the shyness in her eyes gradually gave way to excitement.
She nodded.
Picking up the white mask, she solemnly placed it over her head.
As the mask closed, the large white eye lenses contracted slightly, adjusting the focus.
The shy girl next door disappeared, replaced by—
Ghost-Spider.
Chapter 69: Traveling as a Couple
Go!"
Peter instantly changed into his costume as well, the classic red and blue suit covering his entire body.
He wrapped his arm around Gwen's waist, and the two of them, like two light fallen leaves, silently jumped out of the second-floor bedroom window.
"Tap."
Their toes touched the ground without making any sound.
The two stood on the empty street, the night wind blowing against their suits.
Peter let go of Gwen and raised his right hand.
He made the classic Spider-Man gesture: middle and ring fingers bent, palm extended forward.
"Watch closely, Gwen. This is the first lesson," Peter's voice came from beneath his mask.
"You already have the biological glands in your body, but that doesn't mean you inherently know how to use them; you need guidance."
"The strength of this Web fluid is even superior to what Osborn Industries produces. It is controllable, governed by your neural signals."
"Make it stick wherever you want, make it as long as you want."
Before the words even finished.
"Zzz—"
A white strand of Web fluid shot out precisely from Peter's wrist, accurately sticking to the top of a lamppost twenty meters away.
Peter's arm muscles flexed slightly.
His entire body was instantly pulled off the ground by the immense tensile force.
Like a nimble ape, he swept through a graceful arc and landed steadily on the lamppost.
He looked down at Gwen from above and beckoned her over: "Come on, give it a try. Don't be afraid. Imagine you are a real spider."
Gwen looked up at Peter on the lamppost, her heart racing.
This was the moment she had dreamed of.
"Okay."
Gwen imitated Peter's stance, extending her small hand, clad in a white glove, toward another nearby lamppost.
Middle finger, ring finger, bent.
"Fire!" she silently commanded in her mind.
"Sss!"
Accompanied by a marvelous sensation, as if her body had extended outward.
A tough strand of white Web fluid violently erupted from the gland in her wrist, accurately adhering to the target without error.
"I did it!"
Gwen rejoiced in her heart; this feeling was too magical.
It was as if this Web fluid was an extension of her own finger, able to sense whether the attachment point in the distance was secure.
"Oh my god, did I really grow organs like a spider?"
Gwen marveled internally.
This was not just an increase in strength; it was a change in life form.
Immediately after.
She instinctively wanted to pull herself over.
However, she had clearly underestimated her current strength.
As a young woman who had just received perfect enhancement, whose starting arm strength was already over 25 tons.
Her casual pull was not a 'pulling over,' but an 'explosive launch.'
"Boing!"
The immense power erupted instantly. Gwen felt her body like a pebble loaded into a giant slingshot.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Accompanied by a terrified scream.
Gwen flew up uncontrollably, her speed so fast that it even created a rush of wind.
She had only intended to swing to the five-meter-high lamppost.
But this strange power immediately hurled her up into the air over ten meters high, hurtling toward the roof of the neighboring house.
Out of control!
Just as Gwen was flailing, thinking she was about to crash into the neighbor's chimney like a cannonball.
"Whoosh—"
A red and blue figure swept past from the side.
Peter intercepted her precisely in mid-air, reaching out and securely catching the panicked Gwen in his arms.
He then shot out a Web fluid as a buffer, and the two slowly descended back to the ground.
"Be a little more careful, my Spider-Woman,"
Peter looked at his shaken girlfriend in his arms and couldn't help but tease.
"Although you're tough enough now not to break from a crash, if you acted like this during a fight, those villains would laugh their heads off."
Gwen finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.
She said with lingering fear, "I didn't expect to fly that high directly. Isn't this strength too exaggerated?"
"This is just the beginning,"
Peter pointed to the brightly lit Manhattan in the distance.
"If you swing between high-rise buildings, you can fly even higher. By utilizing the pendulum effect, you can easily reach heights of over a hundred meters."
"How about it? Want to try the feeling of 'flying'?"
Gwen looked at that tempting jungle of steel.
The fear in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gleam called the desire for conquest.
"Yes!"
Gwen clenched her fist.
"Let's go! I am Ghost-Spider, how can I not even know how to swing?"
She trusted Peter; as long as he was there, she wouldn't get hurt.
... The two headed toward the other end of New York.
Peter deliberately slowed down, acting like a patient coach, leading Gwen through the low-rise buildings of Queens for adaptation training.
"Relax your body, don't grip the Web fluid too tightly."
"Let go at the highest point, use the inertia to throw yourself forward, and then shoot out the next strand while falling."
"Feel the flow of the wind; that is your navigation."
Gwen's learning ability was astonishing.
After all,
She was a genius girl, and the Super Spider had granted her extraordinary balance and a sixth-sense-like Spider-Sense.
In just a few minutes,
Gwen went from stumbling at the beginning to skillfully leaping between utility poles and rooftops.
That feeling of soaring freely in the air, as if gravity had ceased to exist, made her completely fall in love with this activity.
"This is amazing! This feeling is fantastic!"
Gwen cheered.
Her courage grew, and her speed gradually increased as she followed closely behind Peter.
Soon,
The two crossed the Queensboro Bridge and arrived at the true stage belonging to Spider-Man—Manhattan.
Here, skyscrapers stood in profusion, neon lights flashing.
The massive skyscrapers were like towering pillars, providing them with perfect anchor points.
"Whoa!"
Gwen shot out a Web fluid, sticking it to the outer wall of a fifty-story building.
She swung with force.
Her body traced a huge arc in the air, instantly swinging from this building to that one.
Below her was the traffic flow resembling a river of light, and in her ears was the whistling sound of the wind.
The entire city was beneath her feet.
That thrill of freedom and total control was incomparable to anything else.
"How is it? Isn't it awesome?"
Peter swung ahead, turning back to ask loudly.
"It is! This is a great way to relieve stress!"
Gwen responded excitedly, her voice full of exhilaration.
"It's much better than doing experiments in the lab! I feel like I could swing all the way to the Statue of Liberty right now!"
The two, one in front and one behind, one red and one white,
Streaked through the bustling night sky of New York like two meteors.
Their figures flashed past huge LED billboards, leaving reflections on the glass curtain walls.
This romantic and thrilling scene
Naturally attracted the attention of many night owls on the ground.
Near Times Square, a group of tourists taking photos suddenly exclaimed.
"Look! There are people in the sky!"
"It's Spider-Man! That's Spider-Man!"
Someone raised their phone and frantically snapped pictures of the sky. "Wait... why are there two?"
"Is the white one also Spider-Man? What is this new suit? Or a new hero?"
"Could she be Spider-Man's girlfriend? My god, this is too cool!"
The murmurs of the passersby rose one after another, but this did not affect the two in the air.
For Peter,
This was a rare moment of relaxation since his transmigration.
No longer a lonely hero, no longer walking alone in the darkness.
He had a peer, a partner, a lover with whom he could fight side by side.
"With great power comes great territory,"
Peter thought to himself, looking at the agile white figure beside him.
"And now, my territory has a mistress."
Chapter 70: The Ultimate Showdown
The night sky over Manhattan.
Stars dotted the expanse, yet they could never compete with the dazzling, gold-like glow of countless homes below.
Osborn Tower.
This steel behemoth, several hundred meters tall, pierced the clouds like a sharp sword.
At its very apex, on the lightning rod platform where even birds rarely dared to perch, two figures sat side by side.
Their legs dangled, letting the biting night wind from hundreds of meters up sweep over their battle suits.
Gwen was still immersed in the afterglow of the adrenaline rush from their thrilling first flight experience.
She pulled off her white hood and mask,
revealing a delicate face flushed with an alluring red hue from excitement and elation.
Her short blonde hair was slightly tousled by the wind.
But this only added a wild beauty to her appearance rather than diminishing her loveliness.
"Hoo..."
Gwen took a deep breath of the crisp, high-altitude air and looked down at the city that had shrunk beneath her.
The traffic had become ribbons of light, and pedestrians were indistinguishable dots.
New York, which once seemed vast, oppressive, and even somewhat terrifying in her eyes, now felt as if it were beneath her feet.
"How does it feel?"
Peter turned his head to look at the girl beside him, who had just undergone her transformation, his gaze gentle.
"It's unbelievable, Peter,"
Gwen turned her head, the light in her eyes shining brighter than the stars.
"I always thought this city was huge, so big it made me feel small, but now, I feel like I can control it."
"This feeling of freedom, this feeling of controlling everything, it's simply addictive."
Although it was her first time sitting on an edge hundreds of meters high without any railings,
Gwen felt no fear in her heart.
The Super Spider genes flowing within her granted her extraordinary balance and adhesion.
She could walk as if on flat ground even on smooth glass curtain walls.
More importantly,
the man beside her gave her an infinite sense of security.
"That's right,"
Peter reached out and gently smoothed a strand of hair blown astray by the wind for her.
"This is the perspective of an extraordinary being. When you possess power beyond that of mortals, the way the World looks to you changes."
Gwen felt the warmth of Peter's fingertips, and the turbulence in her heart gradually transformed into a deeper, more intense emotion.
She looked at Peter.
This man was her boyfriend, her mentor, and the creator who granted her new life.
If it weren't for him,
she might still be just the daughter of a police chief—excellent, but ultimately ordinary, living a routine life.
It was he
who personally placed the key to a new World in her hand and brought her to witness the scenery above the clouds.
An inexpressible love and impulse surged in her heart like a bursting flood.
"Peter..."
Gwen's voice became somewhat low and hoarse, carrying a slight tremor.
"You are the one who let me see all of this."
She leaned forward uncontrollably, throwing herself into Peter's embrace, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck,
as if afraid he might disappear.
"I truly love you, my dear boyfriend."
Before her words faded,
she closed her eyes and offered her red lips to him.
Peter naturally did not refuse this passion: "I love you too, my Spider-Woman."
He whispered, then kissed her without hesitation.
This kiss,
initially contained a gentle probing, but quickly became fiery and wild.
Two young, restless hearts,
in this high altitude far from the hustle and bustle, in this World where only the two of them existed, completely ignited each other's desire.
Peter's palm roamed along the smooth lines of Gwen's battle suit's back.
The suit, made of Super Web fluid composite material, felt excellent to the touch—smooth and tight, yet radiating body heat.
"Gwen..."
Peter gasped heavily during a break for air, his eyes burning with the flame of desire.
"Do you know? I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time—looking forward to having a real spar with you while you're in your battle suit."
Gwen's cheeks were burning, but she did not retreat.
The extraordinary power within her also enhanced her senses and endurance, making her bolder.
"Then let's do it..."
Gwen gave him a seductive look, biting her lower lip provocatively, and her long, powerful legs wrapped around Peter's waist.
"If you want a fight, then fight."
"Don't disappoint me, Spider-Man. Right now, I have twenty-five tons of strength, you know."
"Heh, perfect then,"
Peter grinned wickedly, scooped her up, and the two figures vanished into the shadows of the top floor of the Tower.
"I want to see if your twenty-five tons are stronger, or if I, the Hundred-Ton King, am stronger."
At the summit of Osborn Tower,
witnessed by the howling night wind and the brilliant starlight, two bodies possessing extraordinary power naturally began to engage.
This was not the tenderness of ordinary people, but a war belonging to superhumans.
Every collision contained the strength to shatter rock, and every movement challenged the limits of human flexibility.
For the newly reborn Ghost-Spider, this was destined to be unforgettable.
...At the same time.
While the main body was enjoying sweetness and passion in the clouds,
Peter's shadow clones
were still diligently performing their duties as laborers.
Above New York, a streak of green light was slicing through the night sky at an astonishing speed.
It was the last surviving shadow clone,
piloting the Green Goblin Glider, carrying the unfortunate Councilman Kelly towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. rendezvous point.
"Ugh..."
Councilman Kelly's condition at this moment could only be described as 'terrible'.
It was unclear whether it was because the supersonic flight just now, skimming the sea surface and occasionally getting slapped by spray, was too intense,
or because the side effects of Magneto's half-baked machine were kicking in.
At this moment, Kelly
had long lost the dignity of a Senator.
He was slumped on the rear seat of the glider, his spirit extremely weak.
What was even more terrifying was his body.
He had expanded by a full size, but this was not obesity; it was swelling.
His skin exhibited a strange, deathly pale white,
and was even somewhat translucent, with the subcutaneous blood vessels clearly visible, showing an abnormal bluish-purple hue.
His body tissues were losing their fixed form, becoming soft and slick,
like a giant corpse that had been soaking in Water for three days and nights, on the verge of completely disintegrating into a pool of liquid at any moment.
"Hey, hang in there, buddy!"
Peter's shadow clone glanced back, startled himself.
Although he didn't care whether this politician, full of anti-Mutant rhetoric, lived or died, this was his mission objective!
[Mission: Initial Contact with X-Gene]
[Objective 1: Successfully rescue Councilman Kelly (In Progress)]
If this guy dissolved into Water halfway on the glider,
Peter wouldn't just fail to get the reward, he'd also have to clean up the unidentified liquid on the glider—that would be a huge loss.
"I've already contacted S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Peter shouted loudly, trying to rouse Kelly's scattered consciousness.
"They are waiting for you with the best medical team! Just hold on for two more minutes! Only two minutes!"
"I'm fine... cough cough..."
Councilman Kelly groaned weakly, and it seemed like bubbles were about to emerge from his mouth every time he spoke.
"It's just... can you slow down?"
"The speed of this thing... it's almost catching up to a fighter jet... My internal organs feel like they're going to be thrown out..."
Although he had been modified into a Mutant, gaining some physical enhancement, this was still a modification using flawed materials.
The crude and violent acceleration of the Green GoblinGlider was pure torture for him in his current state.
Chapter 71: Return to New York
Alright, alright, I'll slow down now."
Peter looked at the clearly visible city of New York ahead, and the flashing coordinate point on the wristband map.
He slightly eased off the throttle.
The aircraft's speed dropped from supersonic to about one hundred meters per second.
Although still very fast, it was much smoother.
Councilman Kelly's face, which looked ready to explode, finally eased a little as he gripped the guardrail tightly.
His eyes were filled with a desperate desire to live.
"We're here."
Peter looked down at the unremarkable, old office building below.
It was the disguised branch office that S.H.I.E.L.D. had set up in New York.
At this moment,
The originally empty rooftop of the office building was already lit up with bright signal lights.
A group of Agents dressed in black suits were standing ready.
Leading them were:
Coulson, who had a slightly receding hairline and always wore a professional smile, and a stern-faced Teresa.
Behind them,
Several medical personnel wearing white protective suits were anxiously waiting, pushing a stretcher cart.
"Vroom--"
Accompanied by the low hum of the engine,
Peter piloted the menacingly shaped green goblin glider, amidst the astonished gazes of the assembled Agents.
It hovered steadily above the rooftop before slowly descending.
The airflow ruffled the Agents' hair and caused Agent Coulson's eyes to narrow slightly.
"A glider? Did Spider-Man build this?"
Agent Coulson thought to himself, his gaze lingering for a moment on the glider's precise metallic structure.
As soon as it landed, Peter deactivated the magnetic lock.
Councilman Kelly rolled out of the back seat as if returning from hell to the living World, looking utterly wretched.
He lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
His hands clung tightly to the concrete floor, as if only the earth could give him a sense of security.
"Quick! Medical team!"
Teresa reacted the fastest, without any nonsense, and directly waved her hand to give the order.
"Take him away! Send him immediately to the infirmary for examination!"
"Yes!"
Several medical personnel quickly rushed forward and clumsily lifted the semi-liquefied Councilman Kelly onto the stretcher.
After securing him,
They pushed him towards the dedicated elevator on the rooftop.
Watching the target safely sent away, Peter's shadow clone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew... At least he didn't die by my hand."
He jumped down from the glider and clapped his hands.
"Agent Coulson, wasn't my efficiency pretty good?"
Peter turned around and looked at the good-natured man walking towards him, a hint of smugness in his tone.
"I took the mission this morning, and I brought the person back tonight. This is even faster than your so-called express delivery."
Agent Coulson looked at the young man in front of him, who was wearing a mask but clearly exuded an air of smugness.
He couldn't help but feel impressed.
"It truly is astonishing."
Agent Coulson smiled and nodded, his tone sincere.
"I originally expected a long tug-of-war, as the opponent was Magneto."
"I didn't expect you to wrap it up so quickly. S.H.I.E.L.D. will remember your contribution, Agent Parker."
"Don't give me that empty talk."
Peter waved his hand, displaying the demeanor of a mercenary focused only on money.
"Whether you remember or not isn't important. Let's talk about something concrete. You know I'm a practical person; I only recognize rewards."
Agent Coulson didn't mind this straightforwardness.
On the contrary,
For an intelligence organization, this is called 'having demands.' People with demands are easier to control.
The more mercenary Peter was, the more S.H.I.E.L.D. could trust him.
"That's certainly no problem."
Agent Coulson took out a tablet computer from his coat pocket and operated it a few times.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget is quite ample."
"Considering the high risk of this mission and your outstanding performance, a stipend of ten million US dollars has already been deposited into your black card account."
"Simultaneously, your Agent clearance has been upgraded to Level Five, meaning you can access files on more supernatural incidents."
"Ten million? Generous!"
Although Peter wasn't short on money at Osborn Industries, who would ever refuse more money?
If he took these ten million back, he could buy some tonics for Uncle Ben, or buy some bags and jewelry for Gwen. That would also be wonderful.
At the same time,
A series of system notification sounds, like the sound of nature, rang in his mind.
[Ding! Mission settlement successful!]
[Mission: Initial Contact with X-Gene (Completed)]
[Objective 1: Successfully rescue Senator Kelly(Achieved)]
[Objective 2: Engage with three famous Mutants (Achieved: Magneto, Sovereign, Sabretooth)]
[Objective 3: Obtain high-value Mutant samples (Achieved: Sovereign's blood, Sabretooth's flesh, etc.)]
[Rewards obtained:]
1. Experience Points: 15000.
2. Free Attribute Points * 3.
3. Skill Points * 2.
4. Special Reward: Random Skill Draw Chance * 1.
[Bonus Reward Triggered:]
[Long-term Mission: Ace Agent (Phase One Complete)]
[Agent Clearance upgraded to LV5, received additional Skill Point * 1.]
"Awesome!"
Peter couldn't help but cheer inwardly.
With this haul,
Not only did his experience points soar, but he directly gained 3 skill points, plus the lottery draw—he had truly reaped a huge harvest.
But Peter didn't use the precious skill draw chance for the time being.
He mused to himself:
"Coulson's efficiency is really not bad; he issued the reward immediately. If it were that guy Teresa..."
"I'd probably have to work hard again to write a mission report before he'd release the reward."
Peter stood at attention and saluted, adopting the appearance of someone loyal and devoted.
"Thank you for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s nurturing!"
"In the future, if there are any important missions that pay well... oh no, I mean, any important missions to maintain World peace..."
"Be sure to give them to me first! I will definitely complete them perfectly!"
Agent Coulson nodded with satisfaction.
Just then,
His gaze fell again on the strange, hovering glider behind Peter.
As a seasoned Agent, his judgment was sharp.
The design concept, propulsion system, and the clearly visible weapon hardpoints of this glider
all indicated that
this was absolutely not some ordinary civilian technology, but a weapon more advanced than some of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current individual equipment.
"Oh yes, Agent Parker."
Agent Coulson asked as if making casual conversation, but his eyes flashed with sharp light.
"What is that thing you're standing on? It looks like some kind of high-tech personal flight device? The power system is very unique... Did you invent this?"
Peter's internal alarm bells went off. Of course, he couldn't admit this was a product of Osborn Industries.
It was important to remember that.
The main reason S.H.I.E.L.D. had recruited him
was largely to have him infiltrate Osborn Industries to investigate whether Osborn was developing the Super Soldier Serum.
If Peter now brazenly produced Osborn's signature weapon—the green goblin glider—
wouldn't that be an immediate self-sabotage?
S.H.I.E.L.D. would think:
"Didn't you go to investigate? How do you have an Osbornprototype in your hands? Whose side are you actually on?"
If this 'double Agent' identity were exposed, it wouldn't be fun at all.
Peter reacted extremely quickly.
He subtly took a step back, his back hand moving behind him, and with a thought,
"Whoosh!"
The heavy green goblin glider instantly vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes, stored away in his system space.
Chapter 72: Technology Trade
"What aircraft?"
Peter blinked, looking at Coulson with a bewildered expression, spreading his hands.
"I didn't see anything? Agent Coulson, are you hallucinating from working too much overtime? I clearly swung over here using my Web fluid."
Seeing this clumsy performance, Coulson's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Big brother.
That huge metal lump, which was just spewing blue fire, disappeared right under my nose.
And you're telling me you didn't see it?
Moreover, your spatial storage technology is even more black technology than the aircraft itself?!
"... Agent Parker."
Coulson sighed helplessly, not exposing Peter's lie.
He knew.
Every superhero has their secrets; pushing too hard is counterproductive.
But as a responsible 'Novice Village Chief,' he decided to try and see if he could secure some benefits for the organization.
"No need to be so formal."
Coulson said with a smile, his tone suggestive.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will not confiscate an Agent's private equipment. On the contrary, we highly encourage technological innovation."
"That aircraft..."
"Regardless of where it came from, its technology is very mature. If you are willing to share the relevant technology with S.H.I.E.L.D., or authorize us for patent cooperation..."
Coulson held up one finger.
"We can give you significant benefits, not just money, but also resources, equipment, and some technical support."
Clearly, Coulson had misunderstood.
He wasn't thinking of Osborn Industries for this thing, especially since the green goblin glider hadn't been officially revealed yet.
Instead, he assumed.
This was a secret invention Peter, the genius youth, had built himself in the Underground Room.
After all.
Peter Parker's intelligence rating in the files was 'Genius Level.'
Hearing the word 'benefits,' Peter's eyes lit up.
Since Coulson misunderstood, he might as well let him continue misunderstanding.
"Is that so?"
Peter immediately put on a businessman's face, rubbed his hands together, and instantly forgot about his earlier 'I didn't see it' act.
"What is S.H.I.E.L.D. willing to trade? Let's make it clear first, if it's money, it has to be double."
"If it's technology, I'm quite interested in that reactor of Stark's. Do you think you could..."
Coulson: "..."
Looking at the young man who instantly transformed from a superhero into an arms dealer before him.
Coulson suddenly felt that if they really recruited this guy into the Avengers, Director Fury's head might become even balder in the future.
"We can discuss the specific terms slowly."
Coulson wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Perhaps we can go grab a cup of coffee first?"
"No problem!"
Peter readily agreed.
...
Meanwhile.
Queens, Forest Hills Community Park.
Unlike the neon lights of Manhattan that never extinguish at night, the deep night here was ruled by darkness and tranquility.
Streetlights emitted a dim, hazy halo, stretching the tree shadows long and distorted. The occasional chirping of unknown insects further accentuated the environment's deep seclusion.
Even in a bustling metropolis like New York.
In community parks far from the city center, there were usually few people at night.
But precisely at this time when most people were tucked into bed, immersed in their dreams.
Under an old oak tree deep within the park.
There was a figure tirelessly moving.
It was a shadow clone of Peter.
He wore loose sportswear, and his movements were not fast; they could even be described as slow.
Yet, within this slowness, there was a rhythm.
Peter's feet seemed rooted to the ground, gripping tightly, while his upper body was relaxed, like seaweed swaying in Water.
His hands moved through the air.
Drawing smooth and perfect arcs. Every push, every turn, stirred the surrounding airflow.
If a fallen leaf drifted by.
It would be gently drawn by that invisible force, spinning around his body without touching the ground.
This was Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist (LV6).
At this level.
Martial arts were no longer just a killing technique but had sublimated into an art form almost akin to 'The Way.'
Every movement of Peter's was precise down to the micrometer level; the contraction and expansion of every muscle were in their most perfect state.
For a beginner like Uncle Ben.
To reach this state of effortless grace and natural perfection.
It would probably require decades, perhaps a lifetime, of arduous training, and even then, it depended on comprehension.
But for Peter, who possessed a System.
All of this was merely the consumption of a few skill points, plus a few seconds of'sudden enlightenment.'
"This is the terrifying aspect of the System..."
Peter muttered to himself while punching.
"It compresses the accumulation of time to the extreme. What others practice for a lifetime, I only need to click 'Upgrade.'"
"If those ascetic martial artists knew this, they would probably cough up blood from anger."
However.
This feeling of cheating was indeed exhilarating.
As Peter immersed himself in profound comprehension, his ears twitched slightly.
A rhythmic tapping sound broke the park's silence.
"Tap, tap, tap."
It was the sound of a white cane tapping on the stone path, crisp and steady.
Peter slowly ceased his movements, pressed his hands down, exhaled a long stream of white vapor, then turned around to look in the direction of the sound.
At the end of the dark path.
A man wearing sunglasses walked out.
It was Matt Murdock.
This lawyer by day and Guardian of Hells Kitchen by night had not forgotten the appointment made during the day.
After finishing a day of busy legal aid work, and perhaps even taking care of a few street thugs along the way.
He dragged his slightly weary body and arrived as promised.
Matt stopped, listened intently for a moment, confirming Peter's location.
Although he wore sunglasses.
The way he 'looked' at Peter carried a clear hint of surprise and admiration.
"I didn't expect you to actually be here."
Matt's voice was somewhat hoarse, a characteristic of being under high pressure for long periods.
"I thought you were just saying that casually, especially since it's already past midnight. You waited all this time?"
In his view.
A reclusive master like Peter should also require rest.
Making the other party wait in the park for half the night to feed mosquitoes seemed unreasonable.
Hearing this.
Peter's shadow clone's lips curved slightly as he entered acting mode.
He hadn't forgotten the persona he maintained in Matt's eyes.
A peerless master from the mysterious Eastern land of 'Kunlun,' burdened with the heavy responsibility of clearing the sect's lineage.
Since he was a master, he needed to maintain the aura of a master.
"Wait?"
Peter put his hands behind his back, looked up at the pale crescent moon in the night sky, and spoke with a deep and indifferent tone:
"For a true martial practitioner, there is fundamentally no distinction between day and night between heaven and earth."
"Mediocre people need sleep to repair their damaged bodies because they cannot control their own Qi and blood."
"But when you cultivate to a certain realm, physical fatigue is merely fleeting smoke. There is no need to recover energy through superficial hibernation."
Peter turned his head to look at Matt, his gaze piercing:
"The dead of night, when all sounds are still, is precisely the best time for the mind and spirit to be most clear and perceive the flow of nature."
"Cultivation is inherently the highest form of energy conservation."
"True powerhouses often enter seclusion for months or even years. What is a few hours of waiting?"
These words sounded utterly profound and mysterious.
The truth was:
This was just a shadow clone; it didn't need sleep at all.
As long as the main body had enough stamina, this clone could stand here until the end of time without issue.
But Matt didn't know that.
He listened with solemn respect, perhaps even yearning.
Chapter 73: Midnight Teaching
Is this the realm of Kunlun?"
Matt tightened his grip on the white cane, a strong yearning surging in his heart.
He had to remember,
although he possessed the radar sense and had been trained by Stick, he was fundamentally still a mortal.
He got tired, he got injured, and he bled.
As a blind hero, Matt's life while fighting for justice was quite miserable.
On countless nights,
after running across the rooftops of Hells Kitchen, fighting against vicious drug dealers, gangsters, and even ninjas,
he often returned to his apartment covered in wounds, licking his injuries alone in the dark.
Matt frequently encountered powerful enemies he couldn't defeat.
He couldn't beat Kingpin, nor could he easily handle a large-scale siege by The Hand's ninjas.
Don't look at how Kingpin was casually finished off with one elbow by Peter.
But in reality,
that fatty was a powerhouse in terms of combat strength, an almost nightmarish existence in the eyes of ordinary heroes like Matt.
Every one of his battles was a depletion of his life force.
To improve Matt's difficult living situation, he absolutely needed to master true superhuman power.
The Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist in Peter's hands was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
That transcendent martial arts realm was practically the ultimate salvation for Matt.
"If I could master this power too, I would have more time to protect Hells Kitchen."
Matt thought to himself.
At this moment, he no longer doubted Peter's identity as the 'Kunlun Emissary'.
Because such a profound understanding of martial arts was definitely not something a mere Charlatan could articulate.
Matt's thinking was somewhat similar to Uncle Ben's.
He wasn't keen on gaining power through mutation and modification.
But he was very interested in the superhuman martial arts originating from the East.
After all, Matt had studied martial arts since childhood.
He trusted the power gradually mastered through diligent personal training much more.
"I apologize, Master."
Matt bowed slightly, his tone becoming even more respectful.
"It was I who judged you with the eyes of a mortal. Since that is the case, I also hope to step into this domain as soon as possible."
He didn't want to waste time on pleasantries anymore.
The sin in Hells Kitchen was breeding every moment; he needed power, desperately.
"Master, can you teach me the fist technique now?"
Matt stepped forward. Although he couldn't see, his face was accurately oriented toward Peter's direction.
"I have some understanding of Eastern martial arts. Although I haven't had the honor of learning the legendary Kunlun secret techniques,"
"I know a little about Judo, Ninjutsu, and Hapkido. I understand the basic techniques of human force generation."
Saying this,
Matt paused, seeming to weigh his words, then tentatively asked:
"So, the basic theoretical knowledge, like meridians, acupoints, and so on... can we skip that? Please teach me the formal fist technique directly."
Clearly, Matt wanted to fast-track the learning process.
During the day, although he was somewhat distant, he had heard Peter give Uncle Ben that copy of the 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon'.
For a lawyer whose days were packed so tightly he couldn't touch the ground, making him memorize obscure Eastern medical terminology was harder than winning an international lawsuit.
He was a man of practical application.
He trusted muscle memory more and wanted to skip the tedious steps.
Peter looked at the eager blind lawyer before him and felt a bit amused internally.
"Is this the calm and collected Daredevil? It seems that no matter who it is, facing the temptation of superhuman power makes it hard to remain composed."
Peter didn't agree immediately; instead, he extended his hand.
Without any warning from Matt, he grasped his shoulder.
"Hm?"
Matt's body stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to counterattack, but he forcibly restrained himself.
Peter's fingers quickly moved over Matt's shoulder blades, collarbone, and arm muscles.
It was like inspecting a precision instrument.
"This guy should be around thirty, right? But his flexibility is still like that of a teenager; truly not bad."
"Especially the suppleness of his joints; years of stretching and extreme sports have left him without any stiffness."
"The only drawback is quite a few old injuries from battles, but that's easily fixed; I can give him some physical therapy."
Peter evaluated internally while probing.
Compared to Uncle Ben's body, which, despite recovery training, still couldn't hide its age,
Matt was practically an unpolished piece of jade, or rather, a sharpened sword waiting for a soul to be infused.
"This aptitude is indeed superb."
Peter rejoiced internally.
This meant Matt would learn the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist very quickly.
And for Peter, the faster Matt learned, the faster the progress bar for his 'Path of the Martial Saint' mission would advance.
This was a win-win situation.
"Good."
Peter withdrew his hand, nodded, and his tone carried a hint of approval.
"I see you have an unusual bone structure; you are good material for martial arts. Since you have this foundation, we can skip the formalities."
"I will directly teach you the formal fist technique moves."
Hearing this,
Matt's usually stern face rarely showed a trace of excitement.
"Thank you, Master!"
Matt said solemnly.
"I definitely will not fail your expectations. I will use this fist technique to eradicate the evil organization, The Hand, and restore purity to Hells Kitchen!"
"The Hand..."
Hearing this name,
Peter felt a subtle sense of irony.
"I almost forgot; this was the reason I used to trick him into learning the fist technique."
After all,
the narrative of 'The Kunlun Emissary Cleans House' was something he had casually made up.
But on second thought, that reason wasn't entirely deception.
Whether it was to complete the mission or consolidate his rule as the 'Underground New Emperor' in Hells Kitchen,
The Hand, an organization fond of causing trouble and colluding with demons, was an obstacle that had to be eliminated.
Moreover,
in Peter's system space, there were still some 'gods gift' liquids confiscated from Fisk Tower.
Based on previous lab tests,
Peter strongly suspected that substance contained components from the Hell Dimension.
And he knew,
The Hand was likely still secretly carrying out the Black Sky Project.
"The Black Sky Project... the arrival of the Beast..."
Peter's eyes chilled slightly.
"If those lunatics really summon some Hell demon to New York, life won't be easy for your friendly neighborhood guy."
New York was his territory.
In his territory, besides him, Peter Parker, no such powerful evil force was allowed to exist.
Therefore,
teaching Matt to become stronger and letting him act as the vanguard against The Hand was definitely a good move.
With this thought,
Peter collected his thoughts and returned to the 'Grandmaster' persona.
"Very good."
Peter looked at Matt, his tone serious.
"You have the determination to eradicate evil; that is good, but you must remember that although the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist possesses immense power, its core principle lies in 'a mind as still as Water.'
If your eyes are blinded by anger or hatred, your fist will become erratic, and your energy will dissipate."
Matt nodded, took a deep breath, and allowed himself to enter that state of absolute focus before a fight.
"Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist? I remember it."
Chapter 74: Chaos in Hell's Kitchen
Then, let's begin."
Peter slowly assumed his stance, feet planted slightly wider than shoulder-width apart.
He lowered his center of gravity, letting his hands hang naturally in front of him, adopting a relaxed posture that was nevertheless ready to explode into action at any moment.
"Watch closely... oh wait, listen carefully."
Peter corrected himself.
"Feel my movements with your mind. Don't miss a single detail."
"Yes."
Matt closed his eyes. Though opening them was useless, his ears perked up, even trembling slightly.
In the World of his radar sense,
All the surrounding noise—the wind, the chirping of insects, the distant sound of traffic—was automatically filtered out at that moment.
The entire World narrowed down to just the man before him.
"First Form: Flowing Like Water."
Peter moved.
This time, he wasn't sluggish like Uncle Ben had taught him.
His movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and running water. His arms cut through the air, creating a faint but distinct whoosh of displaced air.
"Hooo—"
In Matt's mind,
This wasn't just a movement; it was a dynamic wave diagram.
He could "see" every contraction of Peter's muscles and hear the precise coordination between the bones.
He could even feel
The field of energy swirling around Peter like a vortex.
That wasn't brute force; it was the guidance of power.
"What exquisite application of force..."
Matt was utterly shaken.
As a martial arts expert, he immediately recognized the terrifying nature of this fist technique.
It utilized spiraling energy and force redirection techniques to nullify an enemy's attack before borrowing that force to strike back.
Breaking the surface with a single point.
This was practically a divine skill tailor-made for him!
"This is... Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist?" Mattmurmured, filled with solemn respect.
"Don't get distracted."
Peter's voice came, "Follow me. Sink your Qi to your lower abdomen, keep your arms like water, don't be stiff."
Matt immediately focused his mind and began mimicking Peter's movements.
Although it was a bit awkward at first,
His foundation was excellent, and he quickly grasped that feeling of "flow."
In the open space of the park,
Two figures began practicing this martial art from another World, over and over again under the moonlight of the deep night.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the medical isolation ward of a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. Base,
Councilman Kelly, who had just been brought back by Peter, was lying in a specialized life-support pod, receiving the highest level of treatment.
Although his life had been saved,
His condition at the moment was still horrific.
His body looked like a block of melting cheese, with clear mucus constantly seeping from the surface of his skin.
His originally obese body was now swollen like an overinflated balloon.
"Damn it... I feel like I'm going to explode..."
Councilman Kelly groaned in pain, looking at the busy Agents and Doctors outside the glass window with eyes full of terror.
"Save me... I am a Senator... You must save me!"
"Rest assured, Mr. Councilman."
Teresa stood outside the isolation window, directing calmly.
"The gene stabilizer has been injected. The speed of your cell collapse is slowing down. We will do everything we can."
In the adjacent observation room,
Coulson held a freshly printed analysis report, his brow tightly furrowed.
"How is the situation?"
Coulson asked the Chief Medical Officer beside him.
"It's not optimistic."
The Medical Officer sighed, pointing to the chaotic gene map on the screen.
"Magneto's modification was extremely crude. He forcibly activated the latent genes within Councilman Kelly. Although it gave him liquefaction abilities, this mutation is unstable."
"Simply put, his genes are deconstructing themselves."
"If we cannot find a perfect repair solution, he can last at most three more days. After three days, he will turn into a pool of clear water with no signs of life."
Coulson fell silent.
If Councilman Kelly died, it would not only be a political scandal but also become the fuse for anti-Mutant forces to attack.
"Is there any way to reverse it?" Coulson asked.
"It's very difficult."
The Medical Officer shook his head.
"Unless we can get our hands on Magneto's machine, or find a talent who surpasses us in the field of genetic engineering."
Upon hearing the word "genius,"
An image instantly flashed in Coulson's mind.
That young man who was always smiling slyly, greedy for money, yet possessed countless miraculous methods.
"Peter Parker..."
Coulson murmured to himself, "Maybe I should go talk to him?"
This kid was a true genius, showing talent comparable to Tony Stark at such a young age.
Peter himself was a Mutant.
His father was an outstanding geneticist.
Perhaps that Spider-Man, who preferred solving problems with violence, truly had a solution.
Just as Coulson was contemplating
Whether or not to send Peter another 'outsourcing order,' Teresa walked in.
"Sir, we just received news."
Teresa's expression was somewhat grave.
"Our monitoring station in the Long Island waters sent a report. About an hour ago, a series of violent explosions occurred on an unnamed deserted island in that area."
Coulson's mouth twitched involuntarily upon hearing this.
Violent explosions?
"It seems our good neighbor Spider-Man, while saving people, also conveniently demolished Magneto's old lair."
Coulson gave a wry smile, took off his glasses, and wiped them. "This kid's destructive power is truly a headache."
"Should we go investigate?" Teresa asked.
"No need."
Coulson waved his hand, put his glasses back on, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"Since he already solved the problem, let's not go look for trouble. The immediate priority is to use Councilman Kelly's incident to seize the initiative at the United Nations Summit."
"As for Spider-Man..."
Coulson looked out at the bustling New York night view.
"As long as he keeps helping us fight bad guys, a little bit of 'liveliness' is tolerable."
After all,
There weren't many entities in this World who could snatch people away from the Brotherhood.
And Peter Parker,
Had clearly become someone who could give Magneto a headache. Such an individual was worthy of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s serious attention.
...
The night in Manhattan was a curtain of rest for ordinary people.
But for Hell's Kitchen, this was the start of the revelry.
Just as Peter's main body was enjoying the romance and passion above the clouds,
His other shadow clones were not idle.
This shadow clone, clad in the red and blue suit, was like a raptor surveying its territory.
Skillfully swinging through the night wind above the Hudson River, he landed on a water tower at the edge of Hell's Kitchen.
He looked down upon the chaotic blocks beneath him.
"Quite lively."
Peter hadn't forgotten the promise he made earlier to the'strong woman' Serpent Society member, Anaconda.
[Mission: Gang Warfare 2 - The Birth of the Underground Emperor]
[Objective: Establish your own underground force.]
Kingpin was dead, Hammerhead was dead, The Jigsawwas dead, and Mister Negative had become material in a laboratory.
It was like a giant ecosystem had suddenly lost all its apex predators.
All sorts of monsters and demons that were once suppressed by Kingpin's heavy hand were now crawling out.
Countless ambitious small bosses and second-in-commands,
And even fringe gangs that usually only scraped by in the sewers, rushed onto the streets with red eyes.
They all wanted to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime power vacuum period,
To tear off a piece of the massive legacy left behind by Kingpin, fantasizing about becoming the next Gang Emperor.
"Since everyone wants a piece of this cake, how could I be missing?" Peter mused.
"Mundane wealth is just a number to me; Osborn Industries has plenty. But I need system rewards, I need skill points."
"So, I'm set on becoming this Gang Boss."
Moreover, this was a great opportunity to expand the 'HYDRA' mission line.
The Serpent Society was composed entirely of superhumans, worth making contact with.
Someone like him, being a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, an Osbornconsultant, and now actively seeking connections to join HYDRA,
Was probably unique in the entire Marvel Universe.