Hospital
"The patient's clinical symptoms are not very dangerous. I've already given him an antitoxin shot, and he'll be fine with some oral anti-inflammatory medicine later."
The Doctor, whose face resembled that of a horse, was instructing Eller. He personally didn't want to deal with such a small matter, but Norman Osborn had called him personally.
"No problem, Dr. Stephen Strange." Eller nodded at the horse-faced Doctor in front of him, then glanced at Peter Parker lying on the bed.
Compared to his condition at the tech exhibition, Peter's situation was much more stable now. His limbs were no longer numb, and his breathing and heart rate were steady.
Dr. Stephen Strange added, "His condition isn't too serious. Observe him for a few hours. If he's fine, you, his family, can take him home. I have surgery in half an hour, so if you need anything, you can go to the Nurse's station and call someone. I'll take my leave now."
"Alright, Dr. Stephen Strange, I'll handle the rest."
After saying that, Dr. Stephen Strange left, and Eller pulled up a chair and sat with Wanda not far from Peter.
Wanda turned her head and asked Eller in a low voice, "Is there anything special about your junior?"
As a telepath, Wanda could sense that Peter was undergoing a fascinating change, and she wondered if Eller knew something.
"He's been special since birth." Eller smiled faintly, then said to Wanda. "That spider was destined to bite him, setting him on the path to the extraordinary."
"He can gain superpowers just by being bitten by a spider? That's too easy," Wanda sighed.
Wanda had gained her superpowers in a HYDRA laboratory. The constant surveillance was the most bearable aspect; the human experiments were the real nightmare.
"It is easy, but this path is very arduous," Eller replied to Wanda.
Just then, two distinctly elderly figures walked into the ward. The newcomers were an old couple, anxiously calling out Peter's name.
"Peter! Are you alright?!" Peter's Mei arrived at the bedside, looking at the child who had suffered an undeserved misfortune with concern.
Meanwhile, Peter's Uncle Ben said to Eller, "This time, you've really gone to a lot of trouble, Mr. Eller."
"It's a small matter, Mr. Parker," Eller said modestly. "Peter is my junior, and as his senior, it's my duty to look after him."
"I'll have Peter repay you in the future," Uncle Ben said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Let's talk about that in the future." Eller stood up, took out Peter's medical record, and then said to Uncle Ben and Mei:
"You don't need to worry about the medical expenses. I've already paid two-thirds. You just need to take this to the pharmacy later to get some oral medicine."
"Give it to me, Mr. Eller." Mei stepped forward and took Peter's medical record.
"Then we'll be leaving now."
Since Peter's family had arrived, there was no need for Eller to stay any longer. He immediately prepared to drive away from the hospital with Wanda.
Peter had been bitten by the spider, which meant that a large number of supervillains would emerge in New York City.
As for whether the first villain to appear would be Green Goblin or Dr. Connors, Eller wasn't quite sure.
Soon after, Eller and Wanda returned home together.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Late at night, at the Osborn Group Tower, a petite figure moved through the dark, empty building. She moved extremely fast and reacted nimbly, with no camera capturing her presence.
You-Know-Who's target was clear. She quickly arrived at one of Osborn Group's core laboratories and stole four green biological serums from it.
The next day, when the head of the laboratory, Professor Kurt Connors, a top expert in herpetology, opened the laboratory door and checked its status as usual, he discovered that four of the serums he had developed were missing.
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Professor Connors's forehead. He took out his phone with his remaining arm and made a few calls.
Soon after, Osborn Group's security director and Norman Osborn's secretary arrived at the laboratory. Professor Connors explained the situation to them.
These four missing Lizard Devil serums had not yet undergone in vivo testing, and no one knew what the consequences would be. If they were used for ill purposes, it would significantly impact Osborn Group's reputation.
After a brainstorming session, Norman Osborn's secretary came up with a solution. He looked at the security director and Professor Connors and said:
"Going forward, no matter what happens, we need to distance ourselves. Mr. Security Director, go check the surveillance to see who stole the serum. As for Dr. Connors, if the Lizard Devil serum appears on the market, or any similar competing product emerges, we need a better, but different, product, understand?"
In response to this incident, Osborn Group's approach was to insist that nothing had happened. If any incidents related to the Lizard Devil serum occurred, they would state that these things had nothing to do with Osborn.
Then, Professor Connors would produce a product with different effects to prove that the items appearing on the market were 'pirated goods.' Finally, the company would hold a press conference to severely condemn the inferior product.
In short, Osborn Group would never admit that they had lost four unfinished Lizard Devil serums.
Meanwhile, in a high-end apartment in New York City, Bee Miji was sitting on the sofa, playing with a green serum.
"Is this Osborn Group's biological serum? Interesting. Just this small vial can give someone a Lizard Devil's regenerative ability. I wonder if the final product will be stronger than me?"
Bee Miji looked at the green serum in the container with interest, an idea forming in her mind. She smiled faintly, immediately preparing to experiment.
"I wonder what will happen when Osborn's Lizard Devil serum and our enhanced serum meet. Hehe, just thinking about it makes me excited."
With that, Bee Miji made a call. Soon after, a hotel waiter took a Lizard Devil serum from Bee Miji's hand.
The Lizard Devil serum changed hands several times, finally arriving with an enhanced serum at a prison, outside the cell of a serial killer, Kletus Cassidy.
The stern-faced prison guard opened the cell door. He pulled out two syringes from his pocket and aimed them at Cassidy, who was tightly restrained in a straitjacket.
"Oh! Mr. Prison Guard, today's tranquilizer seems to be a different color." The prison guard ignored the raving Cassidy and forcibly injected both serums.
Theoretically, the combined power of the two serums would make Cassidy explode, but the Lizard Devil serum's regenerative ability prevented Cassidy from dying immediately.
Thus, the two serums continuously clashed within Cassidy's body, and changes slowly began to occur.
After school, Peter Parker, whose body had recovered at an extremely fast rate, spent another day at school, but today he was very happy.
Peter walked with a spring in his step through the street. Along the way, he ran into Eller, who was just returning home from buying groceries at the supermarket.
"Good afternoon, Senior Eller!"
"You seem to be having a good day, Peter."
Seeing Peter's happy demeanor, Eller knew that he could already use his Spider-Man superpowers, so he wasn't surprised. He even invited the other party:
"Come on in, Peter, I'll give you a ride."
With that, the black car stopped by the side of the road. Seeing this, Peter didn't refuse Eller's kindness. He opened the back door and got in.
After seeing someone he knew, Peter became even happier. He couldn't wait to share his joy with Eller.
"Senior, let me tell you, today I gave Flash a good beating with my own strength!"
"Oh? How good?" Eller asked in return.
"It was like this: during recess, Flash and his friends were playing basketball and damaged a classmate's artwork. I couldn't stand it, so I stood up for her... In the end, I shattered the backboard with a magnificent layup! It was truly awesome at that moment!"
Little Peter chattered on and on, non-stop for two or three minutes, before Eller interrupted him.
It seems Spider-Man's chattiness has fully awakened...
"So, you also shattered the backboard? Did the principal ask you to call your parents?" Eller stopped Peter, lest he talk himself hoarse.
"Alright, I'll have to ask Uncle Ben to go to school tomorrow." When he mentioned this, Peter suddenly looked a bit guilty. The school would definitely make Uncle Ben pay for it, and Uncle Ben's financial situation hadn't been good these past two years.
At this point, Eller drove the car into their neighborhood, only two or three hundred meters from their residences.
Facing Peter, whose mindset was somewhat inflated, Eller looked straight ahead and reminded him:
"Peter, I don't think you realize what your power means. Helping classmates who are being bullied is a good thing, I helped you that way too, but you need to learn to bear the consequences of your actions."
"Consequences of actions?" Peter asked, puzzled. "What were your consequences back then, Senior?"
"The consequence was also being called parents, but I didn't have parents who could come to school. In the end, I just paid some medical expenses and that was it." Eller parked the car in front of the Parker's house, then said to Peter:
"Think about it carefully. If you truly have great power, what will you do, and what consequences will it cause?"
In short, Eller wanted to see Spider-Man Peter Parker, 'New York City's friendly neighborhood hero,' not a BYD Parker.
"I don't know." Peter's head was a bit muddled. He turned around and realized he was already home. He vaguely remembered what Eller said, then thanked Eller:
"Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow, Senior."
With that, Peter pushed open the car door and left.
After dropping off Peter, Eller turned around and drove towards his own home. After parking the car in the garage, Eller also returned to his residence with the groceries he had bought from the supermarket.
"I'm home." Eller placed the food in the kitchen.
At this moment, Wanda, wearing homewear and an apron, walked out of the kitchen.
"Let me organize these things. You rest for a bit, Eller."
"Okay, Wanda." Eller nodded in response.
After these past few days of living together, the relationship between Wanda and Eller had become much more natural.
Given that Eller usually wasn't someone who cared much about living quality, the furniture in the residence could only be described as presentable and functional, without much cleanliness or tidiness. Therefore, Wanda, who was somewhat of a neat freak, took the initiative to take on some of the housework.
According to Wanda, she was paying rent in another way.
Night quickly fell, and Eller and Wanda sat down at the dining table. The main course for dinner was a pot of Hungarian beef stew, the main dish was mac and cheese, supplemented with freshly squeezed orange juice. These items constituted their dinner.
"Hmm, this soup tastes very good, Wanda." Eller affirmed Wanda after tasting a spoonful of the beef stew.
Upon hearing the compliment, a faint smile appeared on Wanda's face. She swallowed the macaroni in her mouth, then said to Eller:
"If you like this dish, I can teach you how to make it."
"Alright, when I have time." Eller smiled.
"But I feel like you're so busy. You're writing books every day, or meditating in the Underground Room. I feel like you're pushing yourself very hard, Eller," Wanda said with some concern.
From a friend's perspective, Wanda felt that Eller's busy state would lead to problems if it continued for too long, so she reminded Eller.
"Because I have things I want to actively control, so I want to gain more and stronger power," Eller said while eating his mac and cheese.
"Do you still have things you haven't gained control of? Reputation? Money? You have all of those, right?" Wanda looked at Eller curiously.
At this moment, Eller looked up, and their eyes met.
"What I desire is very difficult to obtain, so, until I have the power to match it, I will not show this ambition."
"Is that so? Then can I look forward to that day?" Hearing this, Wanda responded to Eller in a playful tone.
"Of course you can, you..." Eller was about to reply when he heard a loud slamming sound from next door.
'Bang'
The immense force seemed to splinter the door, and indeed it did. Eller put down his utensils and got up from the dining table.
"I'm going out to see what happened."
"Be careful." Wanda reminded Eller.
Subsequently, Eller walked out of his residence. After some searching, he found that the Parker's door had been splintered, and Uncle Ben was standing outside, anxiously calling out:
"Peter! Where are you going?!"
"Don't bother me!"
Peter's rebellious words came from the darkness. At this moment, Eller knew that if he didn't intervene, Peter's uncle would pass away.
Uncle Ben, in danger!
So, Eller walked towards the Parker's house. He supported the somewhat heartbroken Uncle Ben and then asked:
"Mr. Parker, do you need my help?"
"Sigh... Has Peter entered the legendary rebellious phase?" Uncle Ben frowned, greatly puzzled. His eyes were filled with heartache, and at the same time, he worried about Peter being out alone.
"No, I have to go find Peter." Uncle Ben said firmly.
"Then I'll go with you, Mr. Parker," Eller suggested. "It's also dangerous for your wife to stay alone in a house without a front door. How about I have my roommate look after her?"
"Is that so? If she's willing, then let her come." Uncle Ben didn't refuse.
After settling Mei, Eller and Uncle Ben set off together to find little Peter.
… … … … … … … … … …
The radioactive spider had enhanced Peter's speed, making him walk incredibly fast without realizing it. He quickly left the residential area and arrived at a street with poorer public safety.
"Hey, girl, give me some money!"
As Peter walked past an alley, he heard a sound coming from inside. He turned his head and discovered a robbery in progress.
The long-haired blonde man with a star tattoo on his arm also noticed Peter. He glared fiercely at Peter and warned, "Kid, I advise you not to meddle!"
The robber was not tall, appearing to be about the same height as Peter, but his bulging lower back and the gleaming switchblade in his hand could convince any victim to hand over their money.
"…"
Peter was in a foul mood at the moment and didn't want to get involved in these matters. He simply pulled down his hat, pretended not to have seen anything, and left the place.
After Peter left, Eller and Uncle Ben arrived shortly after. To make the search more efficient, they split up to look for Peter.
At the entrance of a dimly lit alley, Uncle Ben saw a figure about Peter's height. He thought it was his nephew, so he called out to the person.
"Peter? Is that you?!"
However, the figure pulled a sharp switchblade from their pocket.
At the same time, Eller found Peter sitting on the curb, lost in thought, in the vast darkness. He walked over and extended his hand towards Peter.
"Alright, Peter, it's time to go home. Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei are worried about you."
"Senior…" Peter looked up and saw that it was his senior. He then stood up from the ground and, looking at the other person's face, said, "I'm just a bit upset. I'll be fine after being alone for a while."
"Did you argue with Uncle Ben about the Flash incident?" Eller asked.
Hearing this, Peter spread his hands, then nodded as if he had been seen through, saying, "Yes, Uncle Ben thinks that since I have power, I shouldn't humiliate him, but instead choose to bear more responsibility. I got tired of hearing it, so we had a big fight."
Teenage high school students are somewhat averse to lecturing, and Peter was no exception.
"I understand how you feel, that grievance of a family member not taking your side," Eller patted Peter's back, then comforted him, "Cheer up, kid. At least I think you weren't wrong to stand up for your classmate. You just lack some determination to bear the consequences."
"What is the determination to bear the consequences?" Peter was a bit confused, and at that moment, a scream pierced the silent night.
"Ugh!"
Peter was very familiar with that shrill wail. His heart immediately panicked, and he instantly ran towards the direction of the scream.
Eller quickly followed, and it was easy for them to catch up at their speed.
Under a dim streetlamp, Uncle Ben, who had been stabbed four times, had cloudy eyes, and blood flowed continuously.
"Uncle Ben!" Peter came to Uncle Ben's side in horror. He touched Uncle Ben's hand and found that his hand had become very cold.
"…Peter." Uncle Ben's voice was barely a whisper. After seeing Peter, he wanted to raise his hand to caress Peter's face, but he couldn't even manage such a small movement now.
"You must… remember… with great power… comes great responsibility…"
Seeing Uncle Ben speak that timeless adage as if delivering his last words, Eller immediately took action. He quietly took out the Vial of Life and poured some spring water onto a clean towel.
Knowing that Ben Parker might die tonight, Eller naturally wouldn't stand by.
"Now is not the time for goodbyes, Peter, call 911, I'll stop Uncle Ben's bleeding!"
Eller found where Uncle Ben was stabbed, then gently wiped it with the towel. The spring water of life seeped into the wound, keeping Ben Parker away from the God of Death.
Soon, police cars and Ratchet arrived at the scene. Uncle Ben was sent to the hospital for care, while Eller and Peter gave statements to the NYPD.
After the statements were taken, the police officers gave them a sketch.
"This is a sketch of the suspect drawn based on other eyewitness testimonies. The victim's family can…"
Peter didn't hear the rest of what the officer said because his attention was entirely on the suspect's sketch.
Blonde hair, star tattoo, switchblade… That person was the robber Peter had seen.
In an instant, all the strength drained from Peter's body, and his heart was filled with regret.
If he had stopped that guy, would Uncle Ben not have been injured?
Eller helped Peter to the side. He looked at Peter, who was clutching the suspect's sketch tightly, and said softly, "Peter, do you understand the meaning of bearing the consequences of your actions now?"
"Yes…" Peter's lips trembled slightly.
It wasn't until this moment that the future Spider-Man truly took his first step on the path of a hero.
......
A few days later
Due to Eller's intervention, Uncle Ben's injuries were not serious. After two days of observation, he was discharged from the hospital.
But in these two days, an urban legend appeared in New York City.
It is said that a masked vigilante has appeared in the dark alleys at night. He wears a red mask like a wrestler and fights evil under the cover of night, and many people can attest to being saved by this masked vigilante.
Because this masked vigilante can climb walls like a spider, some people have given him the nickname 'Spider-Man'.
However, the editor of the Daily Bugle expressed strong condemnation of this behavior.
After seeing these messages on the forum, Eller smiled knowingly, then turned off his computer and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.
After dinner, Eller planned to watch TV for a few minutes to relax, but at this time, it was all news.
"The serial killer Kletus Cassidy recently escaped from prison. The NYPD is intensifying its investigation. All citizens are advised to take self-protective measures when going out recently and to close doors and windows tightly after returning home to guard against the killer…"
A wanted poster appeared on the news anchor's right side.
A serial killer escaping in New York City, where super-powered individuals are about to emerge, wasn't that surprising, but this guy's name caught Eller's attention.
Kletus Cassidy, who would later bond with a symbiote and become the supervillain 'Carnage', a major adversary of Spider-Man.
But Spider-Man doesn't even have his iconic suit yet, and the symbiote hasn't arrived on Earth. How did Cassidy escape?
This matter caught Eller's attention.
At the same time, in a certain sewer in New York, a three-meter-tall humanoid red-skinned Lizard Devil was observing the bustling New York through a drain.
The figures of people coming and going stirred the deepest desire for slaughter in the monster's heart. He scratched the wall with his claws, trying to distract himself.
But this was just a drop in the bucket, and just as he was about to lose control, a figure appeared behind him.
"Isn't this power we gave you quite good, Mr. Kletus Cassidy."
New York · Sewer
In the dark, confined space, sewage flowed through the pipes, making a gurgling sound of Water.
Two figures, one large and one small, looked at each other.
Hidden in the poorly lit sewer was a humanoid red Lizard Devil resembling a small dinosaur.
"Who are you?" After being injected with the serum, Kletus Cassidy gained all the abilities of a Lizard Devil, so he possessed night vision.
In Kletus Cassidy's sight, standing before him was a woman dressed in what looked like Far Eastern attire, but she wore a bee-shaped mask with two antennae on her head and carried a rapier in her hand.
"I am an envoy promoting human evolution, here for the greater good," Bee Miji proudly introduced herself, "And you, Kletus Cassidy, are the potential candidate we have chosen."
As a mentally unstable serial killer, Kletus Cassidy quickly accepted Bee Miji's explanation. He chuckled, then moved his enormous body.
The deep red scales made a metallic sound when rubbed, and his thick tail could shatter stone pillars. His unsettling vertical pupils stared directly at Bee Miji.
"Evolution? Evolution?! You speak so interestingly. Turning me into a big dinosaur is evolution?"
"Don't you like this power?" Bee Miji saw through Kletus Cassidy's little trick and went straight to the point: "Without this power, you would spend your entire life in that prison until you completely died. Tell me, does the restless demon within you want to see that happen?"
"You're right, little girl, I really don't want to see that, and this power is indeed wonderful," Kletus Cassidy said, utterly intoxicated.
Seeing this, Bee Miji smiled faintly, then took out a second strengthen serum and Lizard Devil serum, and said to Kletus Cassidy, "Let your kind multiply, Mr. Kletus Cassidy."
Upon seeing the second 강화 serum and Lizard Devil serum, Kletus Cassidy's pupils constricted slightly, but his attention wasn't on them.
After Kletus Cassidy took the serum with his large hand, he stuck out his long tongue, licked his lips once, and said, "I don't like the name Kletus Cassidy anymore. That's a human name. I should have a name that suits me better. What do you think of the codename Lizard Devil?"
"That codename suits you very well, Mr. Lizard Devil," Bee Miji said with a slight smile, "If you need anything, please return to this place and leave a hint, and we will help you."
"That would be perfect," a smile appeared on the Lizard Devil's face, and a plan had already formed in his crazy mind.
There shouldn't be just one Lizard Devil, two aren't enough either, they should have a huge tribe, and then everyone can revel in slaughter together.
Just like a primitive tribe, everyone goes out hunting during the day, enjoying the pleasure of a spear tearing through a prey's body, and at night, they sit together, tearing into the rawest meat.
How wonderful… The Lizard Devil was already climaxing just thinking about it.
Looking at the Lizard Devil's intoxicated expression, Bee Miji suddenly reminded him, "I would like to remind you, Mr. Lizard Devil, there are still quite a few Lizard Devil serums at the Osborn Group."
"Osborn Group? Okay, I remember that," the Lizard Devil's pupils rotated.
Then, Bee Miji left, leaving the Lizard Devil alone to ponder his next move.
.........
The next day, early morning
Today was the submission deadline, so Eller took his manuscript and prepared to go to the publishing house to submit it on time.
And after Eller came out of the publishing house, a call came in, from Pepper Potts, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hello, Ms. Pepper, is there something I can help you with?"
"I heard that Mr. Eller, you recently returned to New York, so I called to say hello," Pepper said politely to Eller, "The thing is, Stark Industries has had some personnel changes recently, so I wanted to discuss future film and television adaptation issues with you."
"Oh, so Ms. Pepper, are you no longer Mr. Stark's secretary?" Eller asked casually.
"Yes, I am now the CEO of Stark Industries, and I have many more matters to handle than before. Therefore, all future related matters will be handled by my secretary, Natalie Rushman, who will liaise with you."
Pepper was now the CEO of Stark Industries, and she also had her own secretary, 'Natalie Rushman'.
"Congratulations on the promotion, Ms. Pepper," Eller congratulated her, then said, "You pick a time. I'm relatively free these two days; I might get busy again after a while."
"Okay, then come to Mr. Stark's Villa this afternoon. We'll all be there."
"Okay, I'll go then." After hanging up with Pepper, Eller drove back to his residence.
Upon returning to his residence, Eller told Wanda about the matter.
After understanding the reason why Stark bought the film and television adaptation rights to Eller's novel, Wanda's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and then she scoffed.
"Narcissistic guy…"
"If he wasn't arrogant, he wouldn't be Stark," Eller said helplessly, "Did you forget that Stark Industries isn't at this year's Civilian Technology Expo?"
"Indeed, logically speaking, Stark wouldn't miss an opportunity to show off," Wanda said, puzzled.
"That's because Stark is going to hold a technology exhibition separately," Eller said, rubbing his temples. "That guy doesn't think the Osborn Group can compare to him. If he's going to do it, he'll do it alone."
"What an arrogant guy," Wanda scoffed.
"Alright, let's eat first. Stark lives quite far, so I might have to leave a bit early," Eller took off his jacket, preparing to eat.
"Okay, just a moment," Wanda replied, and before entering the kitchen, she suddenly asked Eller, "Eller, can you tease Stark in front of him?"
Eller didn't refuse Wanda, but instead gave an ambiguous answer, "Which identity are you referring to?"
Hearing that, Wanda smiled slightly, "Either is fine."
......
At the same time, in an alley in New York, the blonde-haired robber hid behind a wall. The piercing police siren made his heart tremble, and it wasn't until the sound faded that he relaxed.
"Do you want to hide like this your whole life?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly called out to the blonde robber. He followed the sound and saw a massive giant staring at him from the Shadow.
The feeling was like being targeted by a large python, and when that figure stepped out of the Shadow, he realized how small a python was.
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