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Teleportation, as an advanced application of Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, operates on the fundamental principle of utilizing immense gravitational pull to achieve instantaneous movement.
It isn't a true dimensional warp; rather, it creates the illusion of a spatial jump by generating an extreme, incomprehensible velocity.
During the process, Su Mu's physical vessel is violently pulled through physical space until he reaches his marked destination.
Because of this, the catastrophic G-forces generated by the acceleration would instantly crush an ordinary human into a bloody paste. Only by simultaneously reinforcing his body with cursed energy and Level 3 Energy Absorption could Su Mu survive the immense pressure, and even then, it still caused internal tearing.
Currently, Su Mu was suspended five hundred meters in the air. At this altitude, there were no physical obstacles to crash into. From here, he could utilize the X-Ray and telescopic properties of the Six Eyes to perfectly scan the cityscape below, piercing straight through the concrete to observe even the deepest underground bunkers.
He had chosen the sky above Hell's Kitchen as his vantage point to systematically hunt down Kingpin.
Manipulating the repulsive force of Red to create an invisible foothold in the air, Su Mu flashed a diabolical grin. Brilliant blue cursed energy enveloped him, and his body instantly vanished, reappearing over a kilometer away. Thirty seconds later, he vanished again!
Down below, in a dark, grimy alleyway within Hell's Kitchen, Spider-Woman had just effortlessly restrained a pair of muggers. She shot a web line toward a rooftop, preparing to swing back out into the city to hunt for more crime.
Suddenly, as she arched upward through the air, something caught her peripheral vision!
Stark white hair, standing completely unsupported in the sky, and those unmistakable, crystalline blue eyes!
The White Demon!
Why is he here in Hell's Kitchen?!
Just as Gwen prepared to swing closer to confirm if it was really him, the white-haired boy standing in the sky abruptly vanished without a trace!
Gwen immediately fired another web line, pulling herself to the absolute highest rooftop in the vicinity to search for him.
With her enhanced spider-vision, she quickly spotted him. The White Demon was violently flashing across the sky, teleporting massive distances exactly once every thirty seconds.
"Did he awaken another new power?!" Gwen muttered, a profound shock washing over her—mingled with a deep, undeniable sense of envy.
When she first became Spider-Woman, Gwen had been ecstatic. She possessed superhuman abilities that ordinary people could only dream of.
But almost immediately after acquiring her powers, she ran into the White Demon. Back then, he was undeniably strong, but he wasn't a god. Yet, in the short time since, he had evolved at an utterly incomprehensible, terrifying speed, while she was still at the exact same level.
What frustrated her the most was the aesthetic disparity. Her powers were brutally simple and practical: sticky fingers, super strength, and a danger sense. Aside from her agility, there was nothing flashy or awe-inspiring about them.
The White Demon, on the other hand? An azure black hole. An apocalyptic red singularity. An impenetrable, invisible shield. And now, literal teleportation! Whether in terms of raw destructive power or sheer visual spectacle, his abilities completely eclipsed hers!
It was incredibly disheartening. But at the same time, it ignited a burning curiosity within Gwen—the only person who actually knew the White Demon's true face beneath the sunglasses.
Why is he so ridiculously strong?
And what exactly is he doing up there right now?
Up in the sky, Su Mu continued his systematic grid search. The thirty-second intervals between jumps were meticulously calculated: it was the exact amount of time required for the Reverse Cursed Technique to fully heal the internal damage caused by the extreme acceleration, while also giving him enough time to thoroughly scan the environment below.
As time ticked by, Su Mu scanned almost the entirety of Hell's Kitchen.
Finding absolutely nothing, a dark premonition began to rise.
Is Kingpin not even in Hell's Kitchen?
However, a few seconds after his next spatial jump, a brilliant, chilling smile spread across Su Mu's face. He took one final step and materialized right in front of a luxurious, high-end private club.
This establishment was incredibly opulent, situated in the absolute best, highly gentrified corner of Hell's Kitchen. It was an area where the streets were clean, security was tight, and paranoid billionaires actually felt safe enough to come and indulge their vices.
The club's grand double doors were imposing. Everyone entering or leaving was dressed in bespoke suits or elegant gowns—making Su Mu, dressed in a baggy white hoodie and casual pants, stick out like a sore thumb.
As Su Mu strolled up the steps, the two burly, suit-clad bouncers guarding the entrance immediately stepped forward, blocking his path.
"Excuse me, sir," the first bouncer said, holding up a massive hand. "This is a highly exclusive private club. Entry requires an official invitation and formal attire."
Before Su Mu could respond, the bouncer leaned in close, dropping his professional facade.
"Beat it, yellow monkey," the bouncer sneered under his breath. "Get back to the slums. This place isn't for trash like you."
Su Mu paused. The Six Eyes perfectly captured the undisguised, racist contempt in the bouncer's eyes.
He couldn't help but find the situation profoundly amusing. His face was currently plastered across the front page of every major newspaper in the world. How had these two bouncers not recognized him? Did they genuinely think they could mock the White Demon?
Su Mu didn't bother to correct them. He simply offered a radiant, polite smile.
"If you wouldn't mind," Su Mu said smoothly, "please let Wilson Fisk know I'm here to see him."
The bouncer stared at him for a second before bursting into cruel laughter.
"Hahaha! Who the hell do you think you are?! Just because you bleached your hair white and put on a pair of round sunglasses, you actually think you're the White Demon?!"
The second bouncer cracked his knuckles, a sadistic grin on his face. "Looks like we need to teach this cosplayer a lesson. Let's wake him up."
Just then, a heavily perfumed woman draped in expensive jewelry walked up the steps, clinging tightly to the arm of an incredibly wealthy-looking, frail man who had to be at least seventy years old.
Hearing the commotion, the woman sneered at Su Mu.
"Oh, darling, look," she giggled, gesturing at Su Mu. "This little yellow monkey is actually trying to get into the club. Doesn't he know this place is only for important, powerful men like you? Hey, guards! Throw this trash into the street! He's ruining the aesthetic!"
The elderly man shot Su Mu a look of pure aristocratic disgust. He turned to the bouncers, his voice commanding. "Dispose of him immediately."
The two bouncers, who had just been acting tough, instantly bowed their heads like obedient dogs. "Right away, sir! We'll handle it!"
Watching the pathetic display, Su Mu chuckled softly. Through the absolute vision of the Six Eyes, he already had Kingpin perfectly locked onto. The mob boss had absolutely no avenue of escape. Therefore, Su Mu had plenty of time to play with these insects.
The two bouncers lunged forward, throwing heavy, synchronized punches straight at Su Mu's face.
Su Mu didn't even blink. He just stood there, watching the farcical scene unfold with a bemused smile.
Suddenly, a dead silence fell over the entrance.
The two heavy fists came to a dead, abrupt halt exactly ten centimeters away from the white-haired man's face. No matter how hard they pushed, they couldn't advance a single millimeter. It was as if they had struck an invisible, indestructible wall of diamond!
The blood instantly drained from the two bouncers' faces, turning them deathly pale.
The arrogant woman and the elderly aristocrat gasped, the horrifying realization crashing down on them.
He really IS the White Demon!
He isn't a cosplayer!
The woman let out a terrified shriek. Remembering the vile insults she had just hurled at a literal god of destruction, she abandoned the frail old man and sprinted desperately down the street.
The elderly man, left completely unsupported, collapsed to his knees. A warm, foul-smelling puddle began to spread across the concrete beneath him as his bladder gave out in sheer terror.
He looked up just in time to see the White Demon casually raise a hand toward the fleeing woman.
Su Mu gently curled his fingers.
The woman, who had already managed to run several dozen meters away, was instantly slammed face-first into the asphalt by an invisible, crushing gravitational force. Amidst the sickening, rapid-fire sound of bones shattering and her agonizing, ear-piercing screams, she was slowly, systematically crushed into a bloody paste!
Su Mu casually lowered his hand and turned back to the two paralyzed bouncers, offering that same amiable, brilliant smile.
"I'll repeat myself," Su Mu said softly. "I'm looking for Kingpin."
The two bouncers snapped out of their shock. They turned and sprinted desperately toward the heavy glass doors of the club lobby, screaming back over their shoulders.
"W-We'll go tell him right now! Please, just wait right here, sir!"
Just as they reached the door handles, fully believing they had miraculously escaped death, the chilling whisper of a demon echoed directly behind their ears.
"You know what? Never mind. I'll just show myself in."
A terrifying wave of absolute repulsion violently erupted from behind them.
The two bouncers were instantly launched forward with the velocity of artillery shells. They violently shattered the heavy glass doors, crashing deep into the luxurious lobby and obliterating several unlucky patrons in a sudden explosion of crimson mist. They were dead before they even hit the floor.
Su Mu stepped casually over the shattered glass and entered the lobby. But after a few steps, he suddenly paused, leaning his head back out the doorway to look down at the trembling old man kneeling in his own urine.
"Ah, my apologies," Su Mu smiled. "I almost forgot about you."
Before the old man could even register a fleeting sense of relief, a terrifying, localized gravitational torsion seized his body. With a wet, horrific crunch, he was violently twisted into a human pretzel. Blood erupted from his shattered frame, pooling rapidly across the pristine club entrance.
Having cleaned up the trash, Su Mu finally strolled into the expansive, heavily fortified lobby.
He looked at the dozens of elite syndicate enforcers who were now frantically aiming their assault rifles at him. Su Mu flashed a brilliant, blinding smile.
"Hello, gentlemen. I'm looking for Kingpin."
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