Chapter 121: I, Five-Five Open, Did Not Cheat!
The night wind was desolate, unable to scatter the sorrowful roar carried within it.
"No—!"
Until he was carried into the living room by The Warriors Three, Thor was still struggling and wailing.
That sound was truly heartbreaking to hear, enough to make any listener shed tears; it was nothing short of miserable and wretched.
His beloved hammer had been lifted by someone else again; for Thor, it was no different than another case of NTR, purely adding insult to injury.
Compared to the previous incident with Gulu, this time was even more tragic.
Before, he could at least comfort himself with the excuse that Gulu wasn't human.
This time, the person who lifted it was Steve; not only had he lost his hammer, but because of the wager, he had to obey Steve's every command.
It was equivalent to being cuckolded by a blond guy, and then having to listen to the blond guy's orders—it was a double blow, painful to the core.
Thinking of this, he wailed even louder, his mournful cries echoing through the sky; anyone who didn't know better would have thought someone was slaughtering a pig.
Compared to the miserable and desolate Thor inside the living room, Steve, who was outside, appeared exceptionally excited and curious.
"Why is this?"
He gently stroked the hammer, feeling a powerful force surging from within the hammer into his body, as if he himself had become compatible with some kind of power.
With just a thought, he could unleash incredible thunderous power.
Loya smiled, stood beside Steve, gazed at the night sky, and slowly began to speak: "This weapon is an artifact of Asgard, enchanted by the King of the Gods, Odin. Whoever lifts this hammer, provided they possess the corresponding qualifications, will wield the power of Thor."
He turned around and patted Steve on the shoulder, "And these qualifications are a noble and selfless character, firm courage, a willingness to sacrifice for others, inner humility, integrity, and so on."
"So," Loya looked directly into Steve's slightly bewildered eyes, "you don't need to be confused. You just need to do what you believe is right; that is enough. Why worry about anything else?"
In fact, when Loya had tried out the "Voice of All Things" ability, he had already sensed that something was wrong with Steve.
It just wasn't very clear, so later he used the "Minds Eye" ability to perceive emotions.
Combining the two abilities gave Loya something akin to the ability to read emotions.
He felt that Steve was very confused; perhaps he had seen something during the day that caused him to fall into self-doubt once again.
He didn't even look like the Captain America of the past.
Naturally, Loya couldn't let Steve continue like this; whether for the sake of his mission or out of friendship, he had to help Steve.
The disconnect between eras really couldn't be overcome overnight, especially with that kind of shock.
Cleverly using the hammer to accomplish this not only helped Steve in a less direct way but also allowed Thor's mission to begin.
Upon hearing this, Steve trembled, took a look at the Mjolnir in his hand, and then gazed deeply into Loya's eyes. The confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he became resolute once again.
"I understand! Thank you, Loya. Having a friend like you is a rare stroke of luck in my life."
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his whole being radiated a confident glow, as if he had found his true direction.
At the same time, an unexpected system prompt rang in Loya's ears.
[Steve's hidden mission "Lost" has been completed]
[Next mission pending trigger]
[Steve's favorability +5, current favorability: 91]
[Steve's favorability is 91; using Steve as an anchor, perform a special draw]
[Congratulations, you have obtained the ability: Five-Five Open]
[Five-Five Open: When fighting an enemy, no matter how powerful they are, you can fight them to a draw in an impossible way for five minutes (Cooldown: 12 hours, 30 minutes, 30 seconds; triggers automatically when facing a fatal opponent you cannot react to)]
[Evaluation: Everyone stand up! I, Five-Five Open, did not cheat!]
[Bond object unlocked: Steve Rogers]
[Bonds: Tactical Coordination, Super Stamina, Avengers(1/6)]
[Tactical Coordination: When fighting side-by-side with your teammates, you will enter a state of synchronized combat that is almost telepathic, significantly increasing combat synergy.]
[Super Stamina: Your stamina is greatly enhanced; when strength is equal, you can always wear the opponent down.]
[Avengers: This is a large-scale bond; collect the original Avengers members to activate this bond.]
A series of prompts rang out, leaving Loya's brain feeling somewhat dazed.
He hadn't expected to suddenly meet the favorability condition.
Life is truly full of surprises; unexpected joys always arrive so suddenly.
Loya secretly rejoiced; this was truly an unexpected delight. He had only wanted to help Steve initially and hadn't expected his favorability to increase by so much.
It seems these few words really gave him a lot of confidence and support.
It was a case of planting a willow unintentionally and having it grow into shade.
Plus, the rewards were quite good; he was worthy of being a protagonist and one of the big three of the Avengers.
The "Five-Five Open" ability was truly maxed out in terms of practicality.
Putting aside whether he could win or not, for Loya, these five minutes were a pure health-locking cheat.
There were too many powerful existences in the Universe; some could even destroy a Planet with a single thought, not even giving you time to react.
With this ability, at least he would have no problem running away when facing certain dangers. He could use "Five-Five Open" to save his life, and then use the "eye of aurora" to escape—it was perfect.
In this life, one's life is what matters most.
Cheating is good, cheating is wonderful.
As for the other bonds, they were also quite good.
"Tactical Coordination" allowed the squad's combat capability to undergo a qualitative change.
"Super Stamina" was even more useful; it was practical for both combat and... other things.
There was also the unlocked large bond of "Avengers," which was also very exciting.
This favorability is great; I must farm it.
"It's just..." Loya muttered to himself, "why does it feel more and more like a Galgame? The rewards for clearing characters are truly exceptionally rich."
Encouraged by Loya and having gained the recognition of Mjolnir to use the power of Thor,
Steve regained his confidence and immediately decided to take Thor out to experience life right now, to teach by example; anyway, there was still plenty of time.
Walking into the living room, under the comfort of The Warriors Three, Thor's emotions stabilized a bit, but he still buried his head and muttered softly: "Mjolnir, why? Why? Why did you abandon me? Why would you rather recognize a mortal and refuse to recognize me? Weren't we the best of friends?"
Seeing Thor in this state and remembering his previous arrogant demeanor, Steve couldn't help but feel incredibly happy.
He coughed twice and said seriously: "Thor, according to the wager from earlier, you lost, and now you must obey me completely."
Upon hearing this, Thor suddenly raised his head, looking unconvinced: "You mortal—"
But before he could finish speaking, he deflated, swallowing the words that had just reached his lips.
If a mortal could gain the recognition of Mjolnir but he couldn't, what was there to be proud of?
Thinking of this, Thor stood up, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Even without divine power, I will not lose the dignity of a god. I will follow the wager and obey you completely."
He was still somewhat unconvinced, stiffening his neck: "Then I shall see what you, a Midgardian, can teach me."
Loya walked over and patted Thor on the shoulder, reminding him: "When acting with Steve, remember to connect his actions with your father's words; perhaps that will help you find the answer faster."
Thor nodded. He was still somewhat unconvinced by Steve, but he was truly convinced by Loya; if Loya said so, there must be a reason for it.
Steve showed an approving look. At least in terms of keeping promises, Thor had no issues, but his constant talk of "mortals" was indeed quite uncomfortable.
He waved his hand: "Let's go, Thor, we still have plenty of time today."
After speaking, he turned and walked out the door. Thorfollowed him, looking displeased, his gaze fixed tightly on the Mjolnir in Steve's hand, so envious he wanted to cry.
"We're going too!" The Warriors Three and Sif shouted quickly; they were still very worried about Thor without his divine power.
If something happened to Thor even with them there, they wouldn't be able to explain it when they returned to Asgard.
Steve paused, looking at so many people, and hesitated for a moment; this wasn't a war, and bringing more people would only be more troublesome.
Seeing this, Loya smiled and waved his hand: "If they want to go, let them go. They are Asgardian warriors after all; they shouldn't cause any trouble."
"Alright then, let's go together." Steve nodded.
Loya thought for a moment and, just to be safe, reminded him: "By the way, Steve, if you encounter any trouble that's hard to solve, remember to call me. You just need to softly call my name three times."
Upon hearing this, Steve was slightly stunned, looking somewhat confused: "Just call your name? Do I not need a communicator?"
Loya shook his head meaningfully, twirled his finger by his ear, and a breeze swept through the room: "The wind will tell me your request."
The next day, near noon.
Buzz~
——
The moment the phone emitted its first vibration, Loya, who was in the covers, tapped his finger; the phone continued to vibrate, but no sound came from it.
He tiptoed out from under the covers, without waking up the rosy-cheeked and satisfied-looking Felicia and the Cat Goddess on either side.
He picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID; it was unsurprisingly Fury again.
Loya flashed to the first floor, and only then did he answer the phone, saying with a chuckle.
"Hello, Director, another mission?"
From the other end of the phone came Fury's voice, which was exhausted to the extreme: "There is indeed a mission, but before that, I want to ask about something else."
"Go ahead, Director, what is it?" Loya had already guessed what it was, but still pretended to be curious and asked.
Fury sighed: "Last night, the Military Base where Jensen was located was invaded. The entire Military Base was almost destroyed, with countless casualties, and Jensen was dead beyond dead, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground."
His tone was filled with disbelief, "Do you know? The one who invaded the Military Base was actually a werewolf over five meters tall! Conventional weapons were completely ineffective against it, and it also possessed all kinds of powerful abilities."
"Furthermore, according to the surveillance footage and the reports from the survivors at the time, Jensen had already left by helicopter."
"But in the end, he died in his room, dead without a whole corpse. During this process, neither the surveillance nor the survivors discovered how he entered the room or how he died."
"The entire process was full of weirdness. If it weren't for the surveillance and witnesses testifying, I would have really thought those people were talking nonsense!"
"So I want to ask, do you have any knowledge about werewolves?"
Fury rubbed his temples. His face was already dark, but one could even see faint dark circles under his eyes, which was enough to show his exhaustion.
Since the incident at the Military Base happened, he had been pressured by the U.S. Military and the government all night, and only now had time to make a call.
Following vampires, The Hand, dinosaurs, aliens, and other messy things, now there was a werewolf; it was truly becoming more and more outrageous.
All of this made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.
"About that," Loya smiled knowingly, "as far as I know, werewolves and vampires are inseparable, and the serum Jensen was researching is also related to vampires, so you understand, Director."
"Is what you said true?" Fury's tone rose a few notches upon hearing this.
"Of course it's true." Loya spouted nonsense casually, "I have a friend in the Church who has dealt with vampires and werewolves before; there must be a connection between them."
"So that's how it is." Fury suddenly realized.
If that was the case, then everything made sense.
It must be that there was some conflict of interest between the vampires and Jensen, which is why they sent a werewolf to kill Jensen.
As for why he died so weirdly, that must have been the vampires' doing; their abilities were inherently weird.
Thinking of this, Fury said in a deep voice: "It seems I must accelerate the plan against vampires; these parasites in the gutter are becoming more and more arrogant."
Loya smiled slightly, muttering to himself: "That's right, just think like that; everything was done by the vampires. This is the effect I wanted. If you want to deal with vampires, then just speed up the progress."
Fury continued: "Thank you for the information. Now there is a new mission for you."
"Do you still remember the dinosaur incident you investigated at the Oscorp last time?"
"Norman Osborn hoarded dinosaur blood and created a kind of powerful serum."
"According to the information we received, he and a biology Dr. named Connors both injected this serum and turned into powerful dinosaur monsters; it seems they also have some kind of plan."
"I need you to bring them both back."
[Fury has issued a mission to you]
[Attention! This is a special mission]
[Mission: Mutated Dinosaur Men]
[Objective: Capture Osborn and Connors, who have become mutated dinosaur men]
[Reward: EXP +3000, random item *1, special precious item *1]
Chapter 122: A Decision That Betrays Ancestors
S.H.I.E.L.D. branch.
Underground parking lot.
Loya sat in the driver's seat, humming a tune while his fingers casually flipped through his phone.
After accepting Fury's mission, he hadn't had a chance to look for Norman and Connors, who had turned into dinosaur-men, when Pierce's call followed immediately.
The reason was naturally simple; besides needing to get rid of Jensen, he also had to report to Pierce about the news regarding Jensen's faction of Hydra.
In fact, he could have completely lied and said there was nothing, since he had already received the mission rewards, but before Pierce was exposed, maintaining this line was also quite good.
This was a mission dispenser second only to Fury, and it often issued simple and brutal missions, which was very nice.
And those messages about Red Skull would likely be able to trigger another mission.
But for now, Loya couldn't go up to Pierce's office yet, because he was currently giving some work instructions to the bald Sitwell.
As for the content of the work, under Loya's "Voice of All Things" ability, he could hear it clearly.
Pierce: "Agent Sitwell, the serum left at Jensen's Military Base has been retrieved, right?"
Sitwell: "Officer, it has been retrieved. I guarantee they won't see any flaws."
Pierce: "Good, find an opportunity to send the serum out and hand it over to Baron Strucker, so he can research our own super soldiers."
Sitwell: "Mission guaranteed, Officer!"
Aside from this news, the rest was just some unnutritious brainwashing talk, really not interesting.
But it must be said, the "Voice of All Things" ability was truly too practical. Eavesdropping on them from several floors away, they didn't even notice, it could be called a perfect wiretap.
Not long after, Loya finally received a message from Pierce that he could go up to report.
He turned off the Voice of All Things, put away his phone unhurriedly, and then took out the "snake-beating stick" from the system space.
Since he had come to the Hydra nest, he had to take out the "snake-beating stick" to play around with.
He timed it perfectly and arrived at the elevator entrance.
Ding, as soon as the door opened, he saw Sitwell wearing glasses, looking refined.
But he never expected that the moment Sitwell saw Loya, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. His pupils shrank, and he retreated repeatedly until he hit the elevator wall and stopped.
He looked at Loya in terror, swallowed several times, and then stood straight against the wall, trembling: "Loya—Agent Loya, h-hello."
Loya narrowed his eyes, a bit confused. Was the effect of the "snake-beating stick" in his hand that outrageous? He hadn't even swung it, and just holding it was this scary?
He raised an eyebrow, slowly approached with a cold smile on his face, and his voice was low: "Agent Sitwell, why are you—so afraid of me? Could it be?"
His voice paused suddenly, then rose sharply: "You betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"No! I didn't!" Sitwell seemed to have received some huge shock; his legs went soft, and he collapsed directly to the ground, his face deathly pale.
In his eyes, the Loya in front of him wasn't a human, but a monster wearing human skin.
Sitwell had already learned from Pierce about everything Loya did at the Military Base. A werewolf, that was a legendary werewolf, a cruel and bloodthirsty werewolf.
A terrifying werewolf that ignored the well-equipped Military Base and killed almost everyone in the entire base.
And this werewolf, now turned into human form, was standing right in front of him, and he didn't know when it would go crazy and eat him.
That he didn't pee himself on the spot, he already felt his willpower was strong enough, it was practically a miracle.
Sitwell swallowed again, stuttering: "I was just—thinking about something, and suddenly saw you, I was startled."
"Oh~" Loya smiled, "You should have said so earlier. I thought you betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D.."
He reached out with the "snake-beating stick" in front of Sitwell, "Come, get up quickly."
"O-okay." Sitwell didn't even look and reflexively grabbed the stick in front of him.
However, the moment he grabbed the stick, his body stiffened suddenly, as if he had been petrified.
There was a boom in his brain, as if a bomb had exploded, leaving it blank. An unprecedented fear welled up from nowhere, his head tilted, and he simply fainted.
Loya: "—"
Was it really worth it? He fainted just from touching it?
He was a bit speechless. The effect of the "snake-beating stick" was a bit too outrageous; Sitwell just touched it once and was so intimidated that he fainted.
In the future, not only could it be used to check who was Hydra, but it could also exert miraculous effects when dealing with Hydra.
It seems that the strictest father of Hydra is coming.
Loya reached out and pushed Sitwell several times before he woke up from his faint.
When he saw Loya in front of him, Sitwell trembled all over, almost fainting again.
He was still terrified, wiped his face: "What just happened? Why did I faint?"
Loya curled his lips: "You lack exercise, it must be low blood sugar."
Sitwell was slightly stunned and didn't think too much, just wanting to escape from here as soon as possible and get far away from this monster.
He struggled to get up, but found his legs were completely soft and couldn't exert any strength at all.
So, right in front of Loya, he crawled on the ground, dragging his legs forward.
While crawling, he said: "Agent Loya, don't mind me, you go ahead and report for work. Everything is for the greater glory of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Loya curled the corners of his mouth, holding back his laughter. After waiting for Sitwell to crawl out, he pressed the button for the floor of Pierce's office.
Arriving outside Pierce's office, he left the "snake-beating stick" at the door and did not take it in.
The "snake-beating stick" had such a good effect, and Pierce was old. If he scared him into a medical emergency later, that wouldn't be good. His mission still depended on him.
Loya sat opposite Pierce and pushed the USB drive in his hand over: "Officer, this contains the recording of my interrogation of Jensen. The amount of information is a bit large, you need to be mentally prepared."
Pierce nodded. He didn't check the contents of the USB drive immediately, but asked: "That werewolf at the Military Base last night?"
To be honest, when he first learned that a werewolf had almost destroyed the entire Military Base and killed Jensen, he thought it was just an iron suit with a wolf appearance.
After all, Loya was very familiar with Stark, and making a suit with such a realistic appearance wasn't a difficult task. Using this method to disguise supernatural phenomena was not a bad idea.
But after seeing those surveillance videos and the survivors' testimonies, he realized he was terribly wrong.
Invisible force fields that could block bullets and shells, casually emitting flames, hurricanes, some kind of rays, and so on.
This wasn't something technology could do, but magic!
After the Asgard incident, Pierce knew that Loya could use magic.
He just didn't expect it to be so shocking. Just one person rendered an entire Military Base helpless, casually reaping lives.
This was too powerful, powerful enough to almost exceed cognition.
The only thing he was glad about was that Loya was not an enemy.
Not only was he not an enemy, but in a sense, he was very loyal and a very good helper. In the future, he would definitely become a pillar of Hydra.
Loya smiled and said the lines he had prepared: "That was just a transformation magic, nothing special. I followed your requirements strictly. How is it? The effect is good, right? A completely supernatural phenomenon, without any impurities."
Pierce was silent for a moment. How could the effect be just "good"?
It was perfect, couldn't be more perfect.
The Military and the government were not only pressuring S.H.I.E.L.D., but the internal situation was also in chaos, fearing where that werewolf would strike again.
In this chaotic situation, he was like a fish in water, able to carry out many actions and plans that were previously impossible.
Pierce nodded and praised happily: "Well done, I can't pick any faults. So, the reward for this mission will be three times the previous multiple!"
Yo!
Loya was happy: As expected of Pierce, he was really generous.
He remained calm on the surface: "Thank you, Officer, but I still want to remind you, you should look at the content of my interrogation, the amount of information is really large."
Hearing Loya's reminder again, Pierce couldn't help but be curious about what kind of information was interrogated that was worth repeating.
He skillfully inserted the USB drive into the computer and browsed the interrogation video.
This video was perfectly edited by Loya, and some scenes not suitable for Pierce to see were edited out.
Pierce watched very quickly. When he saw Jensen being scared to the point of wetting his pants, he was very disdainful.
As a dignified leader of Hydra, even if he was just a wild leader, being scared to the point of wetting his pants was really shameful, losing face for the entire Hydra.
Pierce scanned through the middle of the video quickly, his expression suddenly becoming solemn.
God of Hydra, in another faction, there was indeed such a saying.
But what Jensen said was definitely not the god of that faction, but another god, and this was very complicated.
He had never heard that Hydra had any other God of Hydra.
Soon, when he saw the final scene of the video, this trace of doubt completely dissipated, turning into extreme shock.
In the last part of the video, Jensen's corpse stood up automatically, appearing very eerie, but the most unbelievable thing was the final image.
On Jensen's neck grew a head he would never forget in his life.
"Red Skull!"
Pierce gasped.
It was actually Red Skull. Shouldn't he be dead? He didn't expect him to be alive, and even became the god of another faction.
How is this possible? How could he still be alive? And how did he survive?
After all that, the other party wasn't a wild Hydra faction, but a very pure Hydra.
It's just, why didn't Red Skull look for other factions? Instead, he supported a faction himself. Isn't this just thankless?
Unfortunately, these doubts had no answer with the end of the video.
Pierce looked at Loya, his eyes full of thirst for knowledge.
Loya understood and explained why Red Skull still existed, but naturally omitted the combat process and some of the information he asked.
"So that's how it is." Pierce suddenly realized.
In Loya's explanation, Red Skull could be called a god in a sense, but trapped in another space, unable to enter Earth's space. Even if his power wanted to intervene, it required various complex processes.
But regardless, Red Skull could affect reality, which was absolutely not allowed.
This guy had too big an impact on the existing Hydrasystem, it was simply destructive.
Almost instantly.
Pierce made a decision that betrayed his ancestors.
His plan was about to be completed. There was no need for Red Skull, a stray dog of the old era, to meddle in this era.
The philosophies between the two were too different; there was no possibility of coexistence. This era had no place for Red Skull.
The best result for Red Skull was to die forever, or never come back.
Pierce stood up abruptly, his tone passionate: "Loya, we must stop Red Skull. He is a disaster to this World. Now, I can only rely on you. For the peace of the World, eliminate Red Skull, or make him never come back."
[Pierce has issued a mission to you]
[Mission: I am the orthodox one!]
[Goal: Eliminate Red Skull or banish him forever]
[Reward: EXP + 5000, Random Ability * 1, Random Item * 1]
Loya was slightly surprised. He thought he was going to be asked to find those two deputy leaders.
After all, with the snake-beating stick, finding hidden Hydra members wasn't difficult.
Never expected that Pierce would directly want to kill Red Skull. As expected of the current leader of Hydra, he was full of courage, even betraying his masters and ancestors so quickly.
Then what else was there to say, let's go!
He really had a way to kill Red Skull.
Loya stood up abruptly, with the same passionate tone: "For world peace! Mission guaranteed!"
Pierce nodded with satisfaction: "Well done! Very spirited! This time the reward will be given at the maximum level!"
Not long after leaving the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, Loya had just gotten into the car and was planning to look for those two dinosaur-men, when his phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID was Tony.
He answered the phone with a smile: "Hello? Tony, do you need enchanting?"
Tony's voice on the other end of the phone was a bit urgent: "No, didn't you ask me to pay attention to that kid Peter before? He is already late, and I can't locate him. Something happened!"
"What!?"
Loya was shocked and teleported over immediately.
Chapter 123: Spider-Man's Inescapable Fate
Manhattan.
Oscorp Tower.
Ever since the underground laboratory explosion, Oscorp Tower had been leaning.
Few pedestrians passed by here, fearing that Oscorp Tower would suddenly collapse and send them to meet God.
Although Norman Osborn assured the media that Oscorp Tower was absolutely safe and would not cause any impact on the surroundings, and even produced various test reports, no one believed him.
It even affected the stock price.
As for later, when Norman Osborn announced to the media that Oscorp Tower would be demolished and rebuilt, no one knew what happened, but it was never officially implemented.
Employees of the Osborn Group simply moved to the surrounding area, continuing to work in a state of constant anxiety.
Even if they were scared, they had to do it.
The entire Oscorp Tower had become almost an empty building.
But today, below Oscorp Tower, a large crowd of people, dense like ants, had rarely gathered.
Almost everyone held up their phones, filming the sky above Oscorp Tower, their faces filled with excitement, and constant exclamations coming from their mouths.
"Wow! Is that a dinosaur? Look at those claws, look at those muscles, that's so cool!"
"Spider-Man, beat those two dinosaurs up, you're the best!"
"What are you all talking about? Am I the only one worried about whether that girl can survive? Also, are you all not afraid of death?"
"Fuck! This snapshot is perfect! Look at the lighting, look at the composition, it's amazing! It's definitely going to sell like crazy!"
"? These two monsters aren't wearing clothes, are they male or female? Why don't they have that thing?"
Following everyone's gaze, one could see two extremely ferocious and incredibly ugly monsters clinging to the outer wall of Oscorp Tower.
With a height of over three meters, skin that looked like it was poured from blood, and muscles bulging all over their bodies, they contained explosive power.
Their heads looked like lizards, and their overall appearance resembled a bipedal humanoid dinosaur.
Their claws were extremely sharp, easily piercing into the concrete and clinging firmly to the wall.
In the hand of one of the monsters, there was a pale human female, shivering in the strong wind.
The other monster was fighting with Spider-Man, who was wearing a red and blue uniform.
Spider-Man's movements were extremely agile, as if he could predict the future.
No matter how swift the attacks were, or how tricky the angles, he could always avoid them easily, leaving the monsters helpless.
Boom!
Just then, the dinosaur monster slammed a claw at Spider-Man, and a shrill whistle sounded in the air.
Spider-Man was exceptionally agile; one hand gripped the wall, his waist exerted force, and he performed a high-difficulty aerial crunch, easily dodging the strike.
Puff!
The sharp claws easily pierced the wall, gravel flew, and as the dinosaur monster applied force again, a large piece of concrete was cut open, tumbling down.
Below was a dense crowd of people; one could imagine that if hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Almost instantly, Spider-Man made a decision.
He raised his right hand, web fluid sprayed out, firmly sticking to the largest piece of concrete, while shouting downwards: "Get out of the way!"
As the words fell, the crowd became restless and scattered to the surroundings, but in the crowded situation, how could they be fast enough?
It was foreseeable that a tragedy of several people being hit would follow.
As the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, naturally, he could not let such a thing happen.
His muscles tensed, erupting with terrifying power, and he forcibly held onto the falling concrete block.
The crowd below saw this incredible scene and suddenly erupted in exclamations.
"Oh my God! Spider-Man! You're amazing! I love you, Spider-Man!"
Even more crazy fans screamed: "To be saved by Spider-Man in this situation, even if I died, it would be worth the price of admission!"
Listening to the cheers in his ears, Spider-Man felt no excitement, only deep helplessness and complaints.
These onlookers were like they had taken the wrong medicine; facing such terrifying monsters and such a dangerous situation, not only did they not run, but they were even watching from below.
What kind of brain circuit was this?
Bloodthirsty audience?
It seemed that the crowd's cheers stimulated the dinosaur monster; it let out a roar, and taking advantage of this gap, it waved its sharp claws and stabbed at Spider-Man again.
Seeing this, Spider-Man let go of the wall, his body plummeted, and he narrowly dodged the strike.
In the process of falling, he stuck the other end of the web to the wall to prevent the concrete from falling.
Immediately after, he shot another web, sticking to the monster's claw that was inserted into the wall.
Taking advantage of this gap, Spider-Man accelerated upwards, rushing towards the other dinosaur monster, trying to snatch back the girl in its hand.
However—
He overestimated the strength of his web and underestimated the power of the dinosaur monster.
The monster just used a little force, and the web was torn to pieces, then it clenched its fist and smashed it towards Spider-Man.
His Spider-Sense gave a blast, and he hurriedly leaned back, barely dodging the attack.
The fist smashed into the wall, another loud noise, countless gravel flew and fell, fortunately at this time, the crowd below had already dispersed.
He clung to the wall sideways, his eyes complex, and said panting: "Mr. Osborn, Dr. Connors, what has happened to you? You weren't like this before."
Peter, inside the spider suit, felt today was terrible.
Gwen's injured leg had finally improved, and she could walk, so she planned to return to Oscorp Tower to continue her previous experiments.
Out of longing and concern, Peter escorted her all the way to the temporary workspace of the Oscorp.
He was also preparing to go to Stark Industries to continue his internship.
Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.
However, shortly after he left, he heard the bad news: two terrible monsters had appeared at the temporary workspace where Gwen was.
Peter was anxious and tried his best to arrive, but in the end, he was a step too late.
The two monsters killed all the board members of the Oscorp and captured Gwen.
Combined with the dinosaurs discovered in the underground laboratory before, plus the abnormalities of Dr. Connors and Mr. Osborn, it was self-evident who these two monsters in front of him were.
After that, the two sides had been fighting.
No matter how hard he attacked or tried to persuade them, he could not take Gwen back from the two monsters.
Looking at the shivering Gwen, Peter's heart was about to break, and he could hardly breathe.
Hearing Peter's words, a gleam of light flashed in the blood-red pupils of the two dinosaur monsters. One of them, the dinosaur monster mutated from Dr. Connors, said: "Spider-Man, we know your true identity. We haven't made it public, just lured you here; our sincerity is already sufficient."
"But why do you refuse to hand over your father's research data? Is that research data more important than your favorite girl?"
Peter sighed helplessly upon hearing this: "I've said it many times already, there really is no data."
"My father disappeared without telling me anything. Why won't you believe it?"
"You're full of shit!"
The dinosaur monster mutated from Osborn suddenly roared, his left hand exerted force, and Gwen let out a muffled groan, her pale face suddenly flushed, her breathing rapid, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"No! Don't!" Peter's voice was choked with sobs, begging loudly. Gwen suffered because of him, which made him feel incomparably guilty and self-blaming, his heart twisting like a knife.
Osborn sneered, his eyes filled with extreme madness, his voice hoarse and ugly: "Your father was the leader of the initial experiment. I gave him everything he wanted, but he became a traitor, ran away with all the experimental results, and let the only hope be shattered again."
"And you!" He glared fiercely at Peter, "You are the embodiment of the experimental results, not only possessing a powerful physique but also not needing to become a terrible monster like me."
"Now you tell me you don't have what your father left behind? This is really a not-so-funny joke."
Osborn took a deep breath beside Gwen and let out a sigh: "Such an alluring scent."
Looking at Gwen's terrified eyes, he licked the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Perhaps you didn't expect that your boyfriend is that famous Spider-Man, right? It's just a pity, he doesn't seem to love you, preferring to protect those research materials rather than exchange you."
"No! I believe in him!" Gwen's lips trembled, making a weak but firm rebuttal.
Osborn's breathing stalled, but his expression became even more crazy, the blood light in his eyes intensified, and he grinned: "Hahahaha! It's—it's so touching!"
"Power, career, love, Spider-Man, you seem to have everything, and what about me? What about us!"
"I am terminally ill and was kicked out by the board of directors. Dr. Connors has a disability. Swept out, we can only experiment in the gutter."
"We finally made the serum to save ourselves, and now we have turned into monsters. All we want is to live well. Hahahaha! Why? Why is this?"
He laughed up at the sky, almost crazy: "You are being a hero, saving citizens in the neighborhood, and dating your favorite girl in your spare time."
"And we, can only survive in the shadows. Even breathing a breath of fresh air is a luxury. Our research could have benefited all mankind!"
"The root of all this is your father's betrayal, and the world's prejudice and discrimination!"
Speaking of this, Osborn and Connors looked at each other and roared almost simultaneously: "We will create a world without prejudice and pain. Everyone will be like us!"
After speaking, Osborn's tail curled up, wrapping Gwentightly, and together with Connors, rushed towards the top of Oscorp Tower.
Gwen screamed repeatedly.
Peter was suspicious and hurriedly chased after them.
Soon he arrived at the slightly tilted roof.
Peter stood on the edge of the roof, waving his hands and trying his best to persuade: "Mr. Osborn, please give Gwenback to me. She is innocent. I can exchange myself for her. I will also try my best to find my father's research data. You can do whatever you want to me."
"Hahahaha!" Osborn's laughter became more and more crazy, even with a hint of pathological pleasure.
"It's too late, little spider, everything is too late. I found that I had entered a misunderstanding. With such power, why let the world define us? Instead of us defining the world?"
"We are now the truly perfect life, not those weak humans. The weak adapt to the environment, and the strong change the environment."
He held Gwen in one hand and casually cut off a large piece of concrete wall with the other claw.
"Now, let's do an experiment. Don't they call Oscorp Towerthe Leaning Tower of Pisa? Then let's do a free-fall experiment to announce the arrival of a new era."
He bared his sharp teeth: "Do you think the stone will kill someone faster? Or will your little girlfriend kill someone faster?"
Before the words fell, Osborn abruptly let go, and the large concrete stone and Gwen fell downwards at the same time!
"No!"
While Peter shouted, his whole body erupted with full strength and rushed out, his figure like a flash of lightning.
However, a large and flexible tail seemed to have anticipated it, attacking from the side instantly, intercepting him.
Bang!
Peter's body hit the wall heavily, his chest feeling stuffy.
He didn't think much, his heart only had Gwen.
Peter instantly stretched out his hands, two webs shot out simultaneously, accurately sticking to the concrete and Gwen.
Both were dangling in the air.
Whether it was the onlookers or Gwen, he had to save them.
"Success!"
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of luck rising in his heart.
But he forgot one thing: besides Connors who was entangled with him, there was also an Osborn eyeing him covetously.
Osborn sneered, waving his sharp claws gently, instantly severing the two webs.
The terrified Gwen fell rapidly downwards again.
Peter's face changed greatly when he saw this, and he reached out to shoot the web again.
But this time, it was not that easy. Osborn attacked from the side, his tail tightly entangled Peter's arm.
Crack.
The web-shooter shattered.
"No! No!!!"
Peter widened his eyes, roaring in despair, trying desperately to break free from the shackles to save Gwen.
But even with his strength, he could not shake the two powerful monsters and was firmly pressed to the spot.
Tears instantly wet his eyes, and Peter could only watch Gwen falling rapidly. His extraordinary vision allowed him to clearly see every micro-expression on Gwen's face.
Despair.
Helplessness.
An unprecedented feeling of suffocation surged into his heart. Peter let out a low roar like a beast, using all his strength but unable to get any closer, only able to watch Gwen getting closer and closer to the ground.
Death seemed to be in the next second.
Osborn laughed crazily, mocking: "Peter, if your little girlfriend were like us, she wouldn't be killed by the fall. If the citizens on the ground were like us, they wouldn't be killed by the smash."
"So, do you understand? Making everyone in the world become like us is the truly meaningful thing, not being a so-called hero like you, ridiculous to the extreme."
Peter could no longer hear what Osborn was saying. His ears were buzzing, and he only had Gwen in his eyes. The senses he once prided himself on had become the greatest torture at this moment.
Everything seemed to be settled, and it seemed that no one could change it all.
Under the extreme stimulation, a mysterious power seemed to surge into Peter's body from an unknown place, and his senses seemed to break through a certain critical point.
In a trance, he seemed to perceive something. He suddenly felt that this scene was so familiar, and all this seemed bound to happen.
This—seemed—to be his destined fate.
The rampant laughing dinosaur man.
The heartbroken Peter.
The dying Gwen.
The citizens fleeing in all directions.
At the moment no one noticed, a breeze suddenly drifted by.
A sigh with a smile and some helplessness came from the wind.
"Peter, what did I say? Didn't I tell you, don't use webs to save people?"
Chapter 124: Reward: A Dinosaur Egg
That voice came so abruptly, yet it was so natural and fitting.
It was like the omnipresent wind, with no discernible source.
The sudden change made the pupils of Osborn and Connors constrict, and they instantly became alert.
Judging by the tone, the newcomer seemed very familiar with Peter, and was undoubtedly an enemy.
They scanned their surroundings, trying to find the owner of that voice, but found nothing, only the empty rooftop.
After hearing this incredibly familiar voice, a surge of hope welled up in Peter's heart, and he instinctively pleaded, "Brother Luo, please save Gwen! I will do anything you ask!"
Loya's teasing voice rang out again: "I've already saved her. You said the same thing when I helped you last time. Saying it again this time feels a bit insincere."
Before the words had even faded.
Under their incredulous gazes, Gwen and the massive piece of concrete, which were about to hit the ground, slowed and stopped as if defying the laws of physics.
Beneath them, there seemed to be an invisible force holding them steadily in place.
The concrete landed on the ground as gently as a feather, harming no one.
And under that invisible power, it was as if Gwen had sprouted invisible wings, quickly ascending toward the rooftop.
Before long, she hovered in front of them, her face still pale with lingering fear.
Beside her, a tall man had appeared out of nowhere—it was Loya.
"Brother Luo! Waaahhh~ Thank you."
Peter wailed, sobbing uncontrollably. In his moment of deepest despair, Brother Luo had stepped in to help him again.
This feeling of having found someone to rely on, the feeling of being protected, made him want to cry.
"Stop crying, you damn lucky bastard!"
Osborn cursed in frustration, his expression twisted.
Even at a time like this, someone had come to spoil his fun. It made him feel as if Peter were the protagonist, and he couldn't wait to take his place.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he lashed out with his tail, throwing Peter directly away.
The force was so great that Peter's body became almost a blur, slamming toward Loya with a gust of wind.
Loya didn't even raise an eyebrow. With a flick of his telekinesis, Peter's body spun around and landed smoothly to the side, looking as if Osborn had intentionally sent him over.
"What the hell?"
Osborn was stunned, staring at Loya in disbelief.
What just happened? His brain, eroded by the side effects of the serum, couldn't quite process it.
Seeing this, Connors moved closer to Osborn. Fighting against the crazy impulses brought on by the serum, he lowered his voice and said, "The opponent doesn't seem simple. We need to be careful."
The two huddled together cautiously, their blood-red pupils full of vigilance, though they couldn't help but swallow, a strong appetite surging in their hearts.
However, Loya didn't even glance at them, silently watching Peter instead, feeling a bit disappointed.
He had thought Peter had encountered an incident involving an animal totem, but it turned out to be these two mutated dinosaur-men, Osborn and Connors.
Still, that was fine; it saved him the trouble of hunting them down. He would just take care of them while he was at it.
After steadying himself, Peter immediately pulled the shaken Gwen into his arms, comforting her softly: "Don't be afraid, Gwen. I'm here. Are you okay?"
"I—cough, cough, cough—" Gwen tried to speak but began to cough violently. As she coughed, blood spilled uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.
Obviously, as an ordinary person, Gwen had been injured internally by that fierce squeeze from Osborn earlier, and her condition was not optimistic.
"I—cough—I'm so scared." Gwen held onto Peter, her voice trembling.
"No! Don't!" Peter roared in agony, filled with helplessness.
Why give him hope only to plunge him into despair again?
This scene reminded him of Uncle Ben, who had been shot and had leaned weakly in his arms in exactly the same way. The two images seemed to overlap.
In a daze, that feeling of being infused with some kind of power returned. A violent roar echoed in his mind, and countless images flashed by.
Uncle Ben being shot and the car accident, Aunt May suffering collateral damage, Gwen's father, Captain Stacy, being shot, and even all the injuries Gwen had suffered.
Peter suddenly realized something: all of this had one thing in common—he had become Spider-Man.
Once this thought took root, it grew wildly. He became increasingly convinced that the root of all this stemmed from his identity as Spider-Man, from that very moment he gained his powers.
Anger, confusion, resentment, pain...
Various emotions flooded his heart, ultimately turning into a desperate roar.
"Why! Why do this to me!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and an inexplicable madness spread through him. It seemed that in the next moment, he would completely lose his reason and turn into a monster.
Just then, Loya placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, and the power of Holy Light surged into his body.
"Calm down, Peter."
Under the influence of the Holy Light, Peter's emotions quickly stabilized.
He gasped heavily, his face filled with deep confusion. What just happened? He felt as if he hadn't been himself.
"Brother Luo, just now?"
Loya shook his head, not explaining, and chuckled: "What are you having a breakdown for? Did you forget I can heal?"
Having said that, he tapped Gwen on the shoulder. A flash of blue light passed, and Gwen's injuries instantly healed; even the blood vanished.
"Huh?" Gwen was instantly stunned, her large eyes filled with confusion.
She could feel her body full of vitality; even her leg, which hadn't fully healed, was fine now. She felt impossibly healthy.
Gwen looked at Loya, not knowing what to say. Her boyfriend being the famous Spider-Man was already absurd enough.
And what was happening now seemed even more absurd. In the blink of an eye, her injuries had healed—it was truly inconceivable.
She swallowed and, imitating Peter, cautiously thanked him: "Thank you—Brother Luo."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Brother Luo." Peter quickly chimed in, holding Gwen tightly in his arms, afraid of any further accidents.
The scene looked a little heartwarming for a moment.
Loya even had a maternal smile on his face.
"Screw your ancestors! A bunch of assholes, daring to ignore us!"
Just then, a roar interrupted the warm atmosphere between the two.
Osborn and Connors leaped up, their massive figures blocking the sun and casting huge shadows. Their claws glinted coldly in the sunlight, sending a chill down one's spine.
They were furious.
The two had been cautiously guarding against this newcomer.
But they hadn't expected to be guarding against thin air!
The other party hadn't cared about them at all, even having the leisure to chat there.
They had even put on a nauseating reunion scene. Both physically and mentally, they were extremely displeased.
Osborn and Connors had come to view themselves as pioneers of a new era; how could they stand this insult?
They immediately decided to kill all three people here, leaving none alive.
Especially the newcomer; they would eat him bite by bite and savor the taste.
Watching the two hulking figures charging toward him, Loya remained calm. Faced with such trash now, he couldn't muster any interest; it didn't even trigger an elite mission. They were just trash among trash.
However, it was a good opportunity to test out his previous item.
With a thought, a very simple long blade appeared in his hand. "Armament Haki" quickly covered it, shimmering in the sunlight.
[Slow-Fast Blade]
Seeing this, Osborn felt extreme disdain. Their claws could easily pierce steel; a plain black long blade was simply vulnerable, no different from a toy.
He put strength into his right arm and swung his sharp claws, intending to be the first to slice through this long blade and let the opponent know his power.
Loya swung the long blade unhurriedly, like an old man in the park practicing Tai Chi; the speed was so slow it was a joke.
Seeing this, Osborn was even more disdainful. Where did this clown come from? Did he know how to use a sword?
He roared: "Weak human, die!"
He seemed to have already smelled the sweet, fishy scent of spurting blood, felt the pleasure of chewing flesh in his mouth, and heard the trembling wails of that kid, Peter.
However—
Pfft!
Several sounds of flesh tearing rang out in succession.
Blood spilled like a waterfall, instantly splattering the ground, but the blood flying toward Loya was deflected by an invisible force.
Osborn's disdainful expression instantly froze, turning into extreme shock. An unprecedented, agonizing pain shot from his limbs, so intense it almost made him lose his mind.
"What?"
"When?"
"How is this possible?"
He looked around his body; his limbs were lying quietly on the ground. Without him even knowing when, their limbs had been cleanly severed.
The same was true for Connors beside him.
Osborn's heart was filled with an indescribable sense of absurdity, as well as the terror of not being able to understand something unknown.
Just because, in his vision, that black long blade was clearly still swinging, moving as slowly as a snail crawling, yet their limbs had already been severed. What the hell was going on?
Did this comply with physical phenomena?
Could someone please look into this?
But in Peter's eyes, it wasn't like that.
What he saw was Loya swinging the long blade at a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to observe, instantly severing the limbs of Osborn and the others. It was so fast it made him feel terrified, giving him goosebumps all over.
Peter quickly covered Gwen's eyes, his voice tight: "Don't look, it's too bloody."
Splat!
Osborn and Connors landed on the ground, screaming and writhing like maggots.
Blood instantly spread out, staining a large area of the ground red.
Not until this moment did they discover another unacceptable fact.
Their pride-and-joy regenerative ability had actually failed!
An inexplicable force enveloped the wounds; the tender bodies they had just begun to regrow were instantly burned away by that force, leaving them with nothing but endless, excruciating pain.
"What did you do? What is this power? How could you be so strong? This is impossible! This is impossible!"
Osborn stared fixedly at Loya, questions and roars constantly spilling from his mouth.
His whole being appeared completely chaotic.
He had just been dreaming of ruling the world, and now he had been knocked down by someone in a single strike. This huge gap was hard for him to accept; he was on the verge of a breakdown.
"This isn't rational! Physical phenomena don't work like this! You are a devil! You must be a devil!!!"
The sensory distortion brought by the "Slow-Fast Blade" was something the highly educated scientist Connorscouldn't understand or accept, and he could only shout wildly, almost going insane.
Loya couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these two lunatics eroded by the serum. Carrying one human-shaped stump in each hand, he said to Peter: "Wait for me here for a moment. I'm going to submit a mission and will be right back."
Having said that, his figure instantly disappeared, as silent and traceless as a passing breeze.
Leaving behind Peter and Gwen, both bewildered, looking at each other with open mouths, not knowing how to express their current feelings.
Gwen swallowed and asked in a low voice: "That—who is that Brother Luo? He's really amazing."
Peter shook his head, his eyes filled with admiration: "Perhaps, he is an Angel who came to save us."
On the other side, Loya's figure instantly appeared in Fury's office.
Fury was processing documents when he suddenly smelled a thick, nauseating scent of blood and instinctively looked up.
He saw Loya standing in front of him, silent and stealthy as ever, holding two blood-soaked, limb-less dinosaur monsters in his hands.
The visual impact was too strong. Fury's face turned pale with fright, and he slumped in his chair on the spot, nearly wetting himself.
He pointed a trembling finger at Loya, his voice shaking: "Loya—you—how did you get here? And what is that thing in your hands?"
Loya smiled slightly and said casually: "A simple teleportation magic. Don't be afraid, Director. What I have here is Osborn and Connors, just as you wanted."
He tossed the two still-roaring guys onto the floor like trash: "The mission is considered complete, right? Then I'm going to leave. I still have some things to do."
Fury nodded, looking bewildered. His one eye scanned the two dinosaur monsters on the floor, then glanced at Loya, who looked as relaxed as if he'd been out for a picnic.
For a moment, he felt a bit lightheaded and couldn't catch his breath.
This way of appearing was truly too frightening, leaving even a veteran agent like him unable to react.
He had to re-evaluate Loya's strength and various capabilities; he was becoming increasingly inscrutable.
However, from another perspective, this didn't seem like a bad thing. At the very least, the efficiency in completing missions was terrifyingly high.
Meanwhile, a system prompt rang in Loya's ears.
[Mission "Mutated Dinosaur-Men" completed]
[Reward: EXP +3000, Item "Dragon-Slaying Blade", Special Rare Item "Dinosaur Egg"]
[Dragon-Slaying Blade: A weapon forged from the blood of a certain dragon race and rare dragon-type metals, possessing a natural restraint and deterrent effect against dragon-type creatures.]
[Evaluation: If you're a brother, come and slash me!]
[Dinosaur Egg: Incubate at a specific high temperature for seven days to obtain a random dinosaur-type pet (absolutely loyal).]
Loya looked at the rewards, his eyes lighting up. There was actually a dinosaur egg! It seemed Gulu would have a companion in the future.
But for now, he'd go to Peter's side to make some arrangements.
Just now, when Peter was on the verge of turning dark, he had used "Voice of All Things" and heard some very strange sounds.
He'd make some preparations first, waiting for the rabbit to hit the tree stump.
Under Fury's shocked gaze, Loya instantly disappeared.
Chapter 125: Dark Spider-Man Alliance
After handling the affairs on the other side, Loya returned to the roof of Oscorp Tower in an instant.
At this moment, Peter and Gwen were crouching in front of that pool of blood, whispering to each other, wondering what they were discussing.
Loya listened closely and realized they were discussing whether to clean up the blood to prevent it from being used by someone with ill intent to create some strange serum that would harm innocent lives.
"I'll do it."
He stepped forward and snapped his fingers. A ball of Sun fire appeared out of thin air and landed gently on the blood, instantly burning it to ashes without leaving a trace, not even a scent.
It was better not to leave these things behind. America was never short of perverted scientists; who knew when they might use this bloodstain to cook up something strange.
"This—" Gwen looked at Loya conjuring fire out of thin air, her worldview shaken once again.
She suddenly realized that there seemed to be more to this World than just science; those supernatural phenomena broadcast on TV might not be fake after all.
Loya smiled slightly at her: "I'll send you back first. Peter and I have something to discuss."
After speaking, he held onto the shoulders of Gwen and Peter, and the three of them disappeared instantly.
After sending the curious Gwen home, Loya used the ability of the "eye of aurora" again to bring Peter back to his home.
As for the onlookers under Oscorp Tower, they were destined to miss out on this gossip.
The fanatic fans of Spider-Man would not see their idol today.
And the media reporters who rushed over, attempting to record everything, could only return empty-handed, not even catching a shadow.
Loya had never appeared before the public from beginning to end.
The concrete falling lightly, Gwen flying back up to the roof, and the two monsters disappearing—in the process of word-of-mouth, it might just become another urban legend.
In Peter's home.
Ben and Mei were not at home, so their sudden appearance did not attract any attention.
Peter seemed to know what Loya was going to ask. He walked to the sofa and sat down, sighed softly, his expression somewhat complicated: "Brother Luo, are you trying to ask why I suddenly changed into a different person earlier?"
Loya nodded and sat down opposite him: "Do you have any other feelings before that?"
Peter nodded, seemingly unwilling to recall that feeling: "When I watched Gwen fall, I seemed to feel a certain power being injected into my body.
This feeling was strange, as if another me in another Universe had experienced something similar to me, only they weren't as lucky as I was to receive your help.
The people they cared about didn't survive." Peter's voice lowered.
He paused and continued: "That power seemed to be reminding me that this is something I must experience, something I can never escape. This is Spider-Man's—fate."
Loya frowned. Hearing the word "fate" made him feel sick.
This word was truly full of malice here.
Although good people don't necessarily get rewarded, since there is such a thing as fate, at least let people live a normal life.
But look at Peter, doing good deeds every day, helping the weak.
As a result, not only did he fail to live a normal life, but basically everyone related to him didn't have a good life either.
Either the uncle dies, or the girlfriend dies, and occasionally the father-in-law has to die too.
Everything is because of that damn fate.
It's just pushing people to their deaths; isn't that just pure evil?
However, the fate of the Peter in this Universe was a bit strange.
If Loya hadn't misheard earlier, this wasn't the kind of fate he had previously thought, but an artificial arrangement filled with great malice.
He asked again: "Did you have any other feelings about what happened afterwards?"
Peter thought for a moment and said: "It was just a very certain thought that suddenly popped into my head, as if it had been forced upon me by someone else.
That my relatives and friends were harmed because I became Spider-Man and helped the weak and upheld justice.
If I just used my power to bully the weak and did whatever I wanted, then such things wouldn't happen again in the future, and I could even gain some kind of power. At that time, I almost did it."
He raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and pain, and murmured: "Brother Luo, is it really like this? Is it really because I became Spider-Man that Uncle Ben and Gwenand the others were harmed?"
Loya laughed, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
He patted Peter's shoulder gently and told a white lie: "What are you thinking? That's not the case at all. Never fall into self-doubt because of this.
In fact, this is someone wanting you to go astray and deliberately influencing you like this."
"Deliberately—influencing me? What do you mean?" Peter was stunned, not quite understanding.
What happened before was already beyond his cognition. That strange feeling made him very uncomfortable, just like prey caught in a spider web.
Loya didn't explain too much, but asked instead: "In short, someone has targeted you and wants you to join their team to burn, kill, and plunder. Would you like that?"
"No." Peter shook his head like a rattle, his tone firm.
He wanted to become a superhero like Loya; how could he possibly do evil things?
And now he had a good job, a good girlfriend, and a good Brother Luo; he was very satisfied.
He was practically a winner in life ahead of schedule. Why would a fool give up such a good life to do bad things?
"Then there's nothing to talk about." Loya smiled, "You just need to follow my arrangements. When the mastermind behind the scenes appears, we can catch them in one go."
Peter agreed without any hesitation. He trusted Loya's words absolutely, and he didn't understand what was going on anyway.
Anyway, just follow orders. When the mastermind is caught, he must throw a handful of dust into their eyes!
Subsequently, Loya arranged a series of tasks for Peter.
Actually, it was very simple.
That is, he would inform Tony to let Peter take a long vacation and live directly at Stark Tower for this period, eating and drinking as usual.
Should there be any slight movement, Tony's room full of battle armor was not for show; they could mince those bad guys behind the scenes in minutes.
Furthermore, there was Loya. Peter only needed to call out three times, and he would hear it and descend at any time.
Now, it just depended on whether the people behind would take the bait, and the hidden mission could progress.
After receiving confirmation from Peter, Loya was sure he hadn't misheard. He used the "eye of aurora" to instantly return to the Villa, woke up the sleeping Venom, and asked bluntly: "Ever heard of the Dark Spider-Man Alliance?"
When Peter was influenced and almost turned dark, what Loya heard through "Voice of All Things" was this name he had never heard before.
The information he heard wasn't much.
Only that a group of dark Spider-Men from an unknown number of Universes were using some means to influence Peter, attempting to make him turn dark and fall.
The reason was very simple. From their sporadic conversations, it could be understood that they were jealous that the current Peter was living too well.
Making him turn dark would not only satisfy their morbid desire for satisfaction, but also because Spider-Men who lived better would become more powerful after turning dark, helping them complete even greater plans.
They seemed to be able to simply manipulate Spider-Man's fate through some means. The successive injuries to Gwen and others were very likely because of this.
The goal was to make Peter's emotions even more broken, to facilitate his turning dark.
"How do you know this?" Hearing this, Venom, who still had some morning sickness, was shocked and instantly sobered up.
"Don't worry about that, just tell me what this alliance is about."
Loya pressed on. He knew that Venom, a guy who played with possession across the Universe, must know something.
"This." Venom looked profound, like a wise man, "This is a long story."
"Then make a long story short." Loya said impatiently.
Venom: "…"
You really don't take me seriously!
Considering Loya's majesty, it summarized it from the heart: "Simply put, a Spider-Man from a certain Universe was influenced by that Universe's Venom and completely turned dark. Afterwards, he gained partial authority over the Spider Totem and could exert influence on Spider-Men from other parallel Universes.
This was to induce them to fall and turn dark, to go from being superheroes to supervillains, and to join his camp—that is, the Dark Spider-Man Alliance you mentioned.
The goal is simple: to make all Spider-Men like them, with no relatives or friends, without any attachments, to jointly counter-attack the true source of Spider-Man's power, which is also the source of tragedy, the Spider Totem, and to completely master their own destiny."
"As for the ultimate goal." Venom shook his head, "I don't know either. In the vast memory, there is no answer. They seem to have other unknown goals."
Loya suddenly realized, and then felt a sense of speechlessness.
If it was just fighting to control their own destiny, he would give a thumbs up. Defying fate required courage.
But forcing other Spider-Men to join just for this, making them even more miserable than before, that was too much. Isn't that just pure perversion?
Can't stand others living better, right?
Could it be because their brains were messed up after turning dark?
Recalling Uncle Ben who was saved earlier, which gained favorability from the Spider Totem.
He had felt it was strange at the time, but now he had found the reason. Perhaps that time was the work of the Dark Spider-Man Alliance.
He had ruined their plan, which in another aspect helped the original Spider Totem, hence the favorability.
A thought suddenly popped into Loya's mind, and he looked at Venom suspiciously: "That Venom wouldn't be you, would it?"
"Bullshit!" Venom was furious, its whole body inflating, "I, Venom, have been upright and open my whole life! I would never do such a low-class thing! Breaking others' happiness to fulfill oneself—I wouldn't deign to do such a thing!"
"Oh~" Loya smiled. This sentence was true. "Then you're still a good Venom~"
"That's right."
Venom looked proud, head held high.
It suddenly remembered something and warned: "Since you asked me this question, then the Spider-Man of this Universe must have been targeted by those guys. They will probably find this place before long. You must be care—"
Before finishing, Venom stopped and didn't continue.
It realized that this warning was somewhat superfluous.
Not to mention that Loya was a complete schemer, just based on the strength of the Dark Spider-Man Alliance in its memory, if nothing unexpected happened, they would probably just be coming to this Universe to die.
This new superhero was really too overpowered.
Loya guessed Venom's thoughts and smiled slightly.
If it were just ordinary dark Spider-Men coming to this Universe, it would be easy to handle; just wait for them.
As long as they weren't those overpowered Spider-Men.
Like those four-hundred-something-year-old aunties with one-hit kill skills.
Thinking about it, such Spider-Men probably wouldn't be corrupted and turned dark, right?
After chatting with Venom for a while, he let it continue to execute the "send the kid to the west" plan.
Only then did Loya have time to check the favorability reward for Peter. Previously, his mind had been on eavesdropping on the vague conversations of the dark Spider-Men, and he hadn't noticed that the favorability had met the standard.
[Peter favorability +5, current favorability: 90]
[Peter favorability 90, perform a special draw with Peter as the anchor]
[Congratulations, you have obtained the ability: Affinity Aura]
[Affinity Aura: You become more approachable and are more likely to gain others' favor, help, and trust]
[Unlocked bond object: Peter Parker]
[Bond: Vibrant Life, Animal Friend]
[Vibrant Life: Vitality increased, becoming more tenacious and resilient, recovery increased]
[Animal Friend: Animal favorability increased, gain attribute bonuses when in the wild (higher attribute bonuses from gaining favorability with different animal totems)]
Affinity Aura?
Loya raised an eyebrow when he saw this reward.
Is this becoming a friendly neighbor?
And this Vibrant Life.
His health bar was already thick, and with this bond, it was practically sticking the health bar right into the opponent's face.
Before he even arrived, the health bar was already there!