Bang! Bang! Bang!
Iron fists the size of sandbags slammed down onto the unsuspecting Obadiah.
Every strike carried immense force.
It seemed to signal that Tony would absolutely not stop until he beat Obadiah to death right here tonight!
Obadiah was completely stunned.
Although the person in front of him was entirely covered in metal, he could still clearly hear the voice.
The voice inside the Iron Man suit belonged to his good nephew, Tony Stark!
What?
How is this possible!
Shouldn't he be in a cave in the Middle East right now, being tortured by the Terrorists of the Ten Rings Gang using all sorts of methods!
How did he suddenly teleport to my office!?
And where did this set of armor come from!?
Who is the man behind him wearing the cloak of the undead, and what is that Hell's Gate!?
Too many questions swirled in Obadiah's mind.
But all those words converged into a single sentence—
"Help! Stop hitting me!"
Looking at Obadiah, who was being relentlessly punched and was covered in blood.
Sharlot shook his head, stepped forward, patted Tony's mark armor, and said.
"Tony, stop."
Tony was overcome with rage. Ever since he heard Sharlot expose the mastermind in the cave, and then heard his good uncle curse him aloud in the office.
He never intended to let Obadiah off easily!
"Sharlot, although you are my savior, don't tell me that this is where it ends.
He had me kidnapped for two months; this cannot just be dropped!"
Sharlot shook his head and said.
"No, I mean you're going too easy on him.
What good is this kind of attack?
Why not throw him into the Dark Dimension? We can both join my Dark Creatures in dealing with Obadiah later!
That's the only way to cleanse his sins!"
Dark Dimension? Dark Creatures?
Hearing these two terms, Tony, who was preparing to smash his fist onto Obadiah, paused his movement and froze instantly.
He knew about those two things.
After all, when he escaped from the cave in the Middle East just now, he followed Sharlot through Hell's Gate, passed through the Dark Dimension, and only then arrived at Obadiah's office.
But precisely because he had seen it, he was still terrified.
You have to understand, the entire Dark Dimension is filled with countless demons!
The Dark Creatures within it varied in shape and size.
There were Minotaur demons, massive like small mountains, with horns on their heads, crimson eyes, and exhaling hot air that seemed capable of melting anything;
There were White Bone Angels, holding long-handled scythes, draped in black robes, their bodies nothing but Stark white skeletons, resembling the God of Death from films and TV shows, yet sporting a pair of pitch-black wings on their backs;
And there were Octopus demons, covered in tentacles, with slippery bodies, capable of swallowing an entire mountain in one gulp!
Merely recalling these strangely shaped Dark Creatures caused a significant sense of mental contamination.
It was only because Sharlot guided him through that place just now; otherwise, if he had been alone, it would have been utterly impossible for him to pass through it!
"Uh... Sharlot, isn't your plan a bit too extreme?
I know you're brutal, but this is a little too brutal, isn't it?
My plan was tit-for-tat: since Obadiah kidnapped me for two months, I would at most beat him half to death, ensure he's bedridden for the rest of his life, and then force him to transfer all his shares to my name. That seems about right.
The Dark Dimension and Dark Creatures stuff, isn't that a bit much?"
Sharlot raised an eyebrow.
Hey.
Your plan isn't exactly mild either!
And you're criticizing me!
Sharlot cleared his throat and explained.
"Did I forget to tell you?
When your parents died, Obadiah actively leaked intelligence to HYDRA.
If it weren't for Obadiah, perhaps you could still be with your family right now."
Hearing this, Tony slapped his thigh violently and immediately shouted.
"Then what are we waiting for!
Sharlot, hurry!
Throw this damned Obadiah into the Dark Dimension!
If I don't kill him today, I won't deserve the name Stark!"
Obadiah: ???
Seeing how quickly Tony changed his mind.
He only wanted to say one thing to Sharlot—
Seriously, buddy!
If you don't talk, no one will think you're mute!
...Tonight was a sleepless night.
It was Obadiah's sleepless night.
And it was Gwen Stacy's sleepless night.
After Sharlot finished the exorcism, she ordered a pizza, ate it hastily in her bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, she found that less than an hour had passed, yet her mental state was unexpectedly good!
It didn't feel at all like she had been tormented by annabelle's nightmares for a whole month!
And when she picked up the mirror on her desk, an even more astonishing sight appeared.
Her previously heavy dark circles were gone, her eyes were sparkling, and even the small freckles that had always been on her face had vanished. Her skin condition was excellent!
At the same time.
Gwen found that she could easily see a couple passionately kissing in a dark alley downstairs, a kilometer away.
She could also clearly hear a family of three next door happily watching a funny variety show in their apartment.
What felt even more magical to her was this.
Gwen discovered that she could actually walk freely on walls, as if gravity didn't affect her!
And from her wrists, she could shoot webs like a spider!
Wait! A spider?
A flash of inspiration crossed her mind.
She suddenly remembered that when she was ordering pizza delivery earlier.
An unusually brightly colored spider bit her.
Could it be... that all these changes in her body were due to that spider?
Thinking this, Gwen quickly rummaged for the spider she had thrown into the trash can.
She carefully cupped it in her hands.
Looking at the colorful little creature in front of her, she couldn't help but think of the DC comics she had read before.
In those comics, Batman Bruce Wayne was given the title Batman because he used batarangs, prowled at night like a bat, and had his secret Base built in the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor.
Since she was bitten by a spider, couldn't she also give herself a title?
For example... Spider-Man?
Gwen frowned, immediately feeling the name was too ordinary.
Maybe call myself... Just then.
The scene of Sharlot using the Undead Skeletons to hover above the house like a ghost earlier flashed through Gwen's mind.
Gwen's eyes lit up.
How about—ghost spider-man!
...Ten o'clock in the morning.
Downstairs from Gwen's house.
Sharlot wiped the blood from his hands using the cloak of the undead.
He whistled cheerfully, in a good mood.
As the saying goes, men's friendships are forged by carrying guns together, sharing a classroom, splitting loot, and going whoring... *cough, cough, cough*.
In short, last night he went to the cave in the Middle East, rescued Tony from imminent danger, and then dealt with the mastermind Obadiah together.
Now, Tony's favorability toward him had truly skyrocketed!
He immediately transferred twenty percent of the company's shares to Sharlot and invited him to visit his seaside Villa anytime in the future.
And if the mark armor was updated in the future, he would grant Sharlot the same usage authority!
Sharlot didn't care much about the first two, but the last item definitely tempted him.
His efforts last night were well worth it!
The usage rights for the mark armor were finally secured!
Next, he just had to wait for Tony to continuously update and iterate, while he occasionally contacted him, subtly pushing for the invention and creation of magic armor.
Sharlot was very much looking forward to this.
After all, Tony spent half the night with him in the Dark Dimension, and Sharlot used quite a bit of Dark Magic during that time.
Presumably, the inspired Tony had the time needed to finally create the magic armor greatly reduced by Sharlot's influence, right?
Just then.
Old Wang (Wong) whistled, clapped his hands, and walked over.
Sharlot greeted him.
"Hey.
Old Wang, you seem to be in a good mood!
Did you meet a worthy opponent last night?
Let me guess, his name was Abomination, right?"
Old Wang was slightly confused.
"I did meet a worthy opponent at the underground boxing match last night.
But who is Abomination?"
Sharlot was startled.
"Your opponent wasn't Abomination?
Then who was he?"
Old Wang replied.
"It was a guy nicknamed Venom, whose skin looked like black viscous liquid.
When fighting him, I kept feeling like he wanted to eat my brain.
But my years of cultivation at Kamar-Taj weren't for nothing.
I finally used a Portal for a sneak attack and ended the fight completely!"
Venom?
Underground boxing match?
Could the person under Venom be Peter Parker!?
Sharlot raised an eyebrow and called Gwen.
"Hi! Master Xia Luo!
Is something wrong?"
Gwen's voice on the other end of the line was unusually bright, sounding nothing like someone who had been tormented by annabelle for a month.
Sharlot didn't pay much attention, assuming it was because Gwen finally got a good night's sleep yesterday.
He asked directly.
"Gwen, I wanted to ask if there's a guy in your class named Peter Parker?
Has he had any changes recently?"
Gwen on the other end of the phone said.
"Oh, you mean Peter, I know him.
I remember he used to be skinny and weak, and he liked a red-haired girl named MJ.
He's changed a lot recently; he let his hair down from how he usually combed it up, and he suddenly started dancing in the street.
To Flash Thompson, the school bully who used to torment him, he now constantly says, 'I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye.'
I also saw him buy a black suit from a discount store on the street.
He also seems to have been promoted to a full-time position at the Daily Bugle recently.
He's changed a lot!"
After hearing this, Sharlot's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Good, good, good. You live up to your reputation, Peter Parker!
Other people get possessed by Venom and immediately stop eating beef the next day!
You get possessed by Venom, and all you think about is buying discounted clothes, getting promoted for a pay raise, and awkwardly dancing in the street!?
I give up!
I truly give up!