"It's over."
Johnny breathed a sigh of relief. He thought for a moment, then released Hellfire to burn Green Goblin's corpse to ashes, preventing any organizations from taking it for research and creating chaotic things.
Andrew gently tapped his finger, and a drop of Evil God Power appeared out of thin air on his fingertip. It was Norman Osborn's Evil God Power, containing the authority of evil power.
"It's not an ordinary Evil God Power; it's a core divine blood containing authority. No wonder Green Goblin was so crazy."
Andrew narrowed his eyes slightly: "There might be more than one drop of core divine blood in New York. It should be the work of the Demon Lords. Perhaps I can play a long game, or even use their own plan against them."
"That should have been the fluctuation of Demon Lord Power just now. As expected of the Demon Lord's woman."
At the docks, Johnny turned to look at Gwen, who had landed, and smiled: "Well done."
"Thank you."
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected to truly succeed, which made her both relieved and worried.
Demon Lord Power is so powerful, can I really contend with it?
"Gwen, that girl, is quite clever. Should I create a Demon Lord character to play with her? Like a Demon Lord who tempts a saintess to fall."
Andrew stroked his chin, then shook his head. Forget it. Gwen is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. If he really created a Demon Lord to play with her, she would definitely turn hostile once she knew the truth.
Besides, what kind of nonsense is it to give himself a green hat?
Seeing Green Goblin subdued, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Human Torch, Dr. Reed, Electro, Niels, and Rhino successively returned to normal. They recalled what had happened earlier, their faces filled with lingering fear.
Niels and Electro exchanged glances, wanting to escape, but were captured by War Machine and Captain America working together. A long prison sentence awaited them.
"Green Goblin is finally dead."
The audience cheered. Speaking of which, he got off easy. That old guy deserved to be cut into a thousand pieces.
Tony landed beside Gwen and asked curiously: "Spider-Woman, why did Green Goblin suddenly become so incredibly tormented?"
"This is my ultimate move, I can't tell you."
Gwen replied awkwardly. Spider-Man looked on with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Gwen not only had various tools but also an ultimate move, while he had nothing. They were both Spider-Man, so why was the difference so great?
Seeing that Gwen didn't want to talk, Tony didn't press. He clapped his hands and said: "In any case, this matter is finally over. New York has escaped another disaster. Congratulations."
"New York has too many disasters. How long has it been since I woke up?"
Steve shook his head. He thought of something and asked Johnny: "Mr. New Ghost Rider, was everything you said earlier true?"
"I've already answered once. I don't want to answer again."
Johnny snorted, summoned his motorcycle, and coolly rode it across the river surface, leaving the abandoned dock.
"It seems it's true."
Everyone sighed in unison. The new Ghost Rider was clearly not as good as the old one, which meant that in the future, they would have no one to turn to and could only rely on themselves.
"Then we'll rely on ourselves. Protecting Earth is inherently the responsibility of us Earthlings."
Tony thought with firm eyes. He was a man with steel kidneys; he wouldn't be easily defeated.
"Everyone, although Green Goblin is dead, there are still many enhanced individuals committing crimes. After you deal with things over there, hurry back and deal with those enhanced individuals. The Peace Knights seem to be preparing to withdraw."
At this moment, Garrett's voice rang out. Everyone nodded, leaving the two Spider-Men to clean up the mess while the others returned to New York to deal with the remaining trouble.
Gwen dug Doctor Octopus's corpse out of the collapsed building. Her face was full of sorrow: "Doctor Octopus, I know that wasn't you. The real you was a very idealistic person."
Doctor Octopus's soul was deeply moved. His life hadn't been in vain; at least, someone understood him.
Doctor Octopus said: "It's over, Demon Lord. Take me to Hell."
"Go. You won't be disappointed with my Hell."
Andrew tapped his finger, sending Doctor Octopus's soul into Hell. Doctor Octopus secretly shook his head. How good could Hell be? It must be full of sin, cruelty, and bloodshed.
This disaster didn't completely subside until late at night. Most of the enhanced individuals and thugs were suppressed, with only a few escaping New York. The police and Agents swore they would arrest all those scoundrels and bring them to justice.
This time, the Death toll was higher than previous disasters, reaching several thousand, and economic and property losses were countless. The entire City of New York was plunged into sorrow and anger.
After dawn, the whole world would be shocked by New York's plight. City Hall, the police department, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the White House would all face overwhelming accusations, and the Osborn Group could pre-emptively announce its closure.
Putting that aside for now, Andrew was listening to Alice's report: "BOSS, this time we collected a total of 420,000 soul contracts. In addition, 1,220 contractors died and entered Rebirth Hell."
"420,000 soul contracts, one drop of Evil God Power, plus a high-tech talent in Doctor Octopus. Not bad."
Andrew nodded and asked: "Alice, what percentage of New York City's citizens' souls belong to me now?"
"28%."
Alice said: "In the past two years, due to successive disasters in New York, many people have chosen to leave New York, so the proportion is not very high."
Andrew asked: "Leaving New York? Has New York's total population decreased?"
Alice said: "No, New York is a metropolis and very attractive to young people. A large number of people enter New York every year."
"There's a reason why the number of foreigners is low. Have the Rebirth Group formulate an assistance plan to help newcomers establish themselves in New York."
Andrew said: "The Rebirth Group has made so much money; it should give back to society. Also, take full control of the Osborn Group and prevent the government and S.H.I.E.L.D. from taking technological achievements from the Osborn Group. Those are all mine."
Alice said: "Yes, BOSS."
…
Rebirth Hell Immigration Office.
Doctor Octopus and over a thousand new souls looked in surprise at the high-tech hall, their expressions very puzzled. Is this really Hell? Could they have been abducted by Aliens?
"Hello, this is Rebirth Hell. You signed a contract with Rebirth Hell during your lifetime, and after Death, your souls enter Rebirth Hell."
The holographic projection of the mechanical Secretary Alice appeared. She said: "I am Alice, the Super Housekeeper of Rebirth Hell. I will introduce you to the situation in Rebirth Hell and help you complete your identity registration."
"Hell still needs identity registration?"
Everyone was a bit confused. Doctor Octopus looked at Alice and asked: "Is this really Hell? Why is the technology more advanced than Earth? To be honest, this is completely different from the Hell I imagined."
"Exactly, completely different."
Everyone nodded. Alice smiled: "Our Rebirth Hell is different from those dirty and chaotic ordinary Hells. We are a high-tech Hell based on machinery."
As she spoke, Alice controlled the holographic projection to descend, and a high-tech City appeared before everyone's eyes—hovering cars flew in the sky, many robots walked on the sidewalks, and the outside of buildings was covered with holographic advertisements.
The hovering cars were researched by Howard, but they could only operate in the new City, and some technical issues had yet to be resolved.
"This is the first City in Rebirth Hell, and also the main City of Rebirth Hell, named City of Machinery."
Alice said: "Next, I will assign you mechanical bodies. You will live in Hell as robots."
"As robots?"
Everyone was stunned. What was this, 'Rebirth Hell: I Am a Robot'?
Doctor Octopus asked: "Why not demons?"
"Because our Demon Lord doesn't like demons. Demons are chaotic creatures. Our Demon Lord likes order."
Alice said: "Initially, everyone's mechanical bodies are the same. If you want to replace them with better bodies, you need to earn credit points to buy parts. There are many jobs waiting for you in the City."
An office worker asked discontentedly: "Do we still have to work in Hell?"
"There's a problem with what you said. This is Hell, not Heaven. Heaven doesn't need work. Hell probably requires 007, working non-stop every day. If you don't work, or if you don't do well, demons will whip you."
A woman said. Another man nodded: "That's right, that's how it is. When you're too tired to work, demons will open their mouths and eat you, not even spitting out the bones."
Everyone listened with fear. Alice was a bit speechless. She said: "I told you, our Hell has no demons. After you enter the City, you will be assigned houses. In addition, charging is free throughout the City."
Alice continued: "In other words, if you don't want to work, you don't have to, but if you want a better life, you need to strive and create with your own hands.
Rebirth Hell is indeed not Heaven, but it will be fairer than the human world."
"Assigned houses, free charging? So, food and lodging are all free?"
Everyone was very surprised. If this were Heaven, such conditions would be nothing, but this was Hell, the legendary Hell that eats people without spitting out bones.
"Can I change to a mechanical dog body?"
A woman raised her hand and asked. Facing everyone's surprised gazes, she held her head high and said: "I prefer being a dog to being a human. Dogs are the cutest creatures in the world."
"Don't just say mechanical dogs. Even cars, airplanes, mechanical insects, mechanical butterflies, mechanical dung beetles, mechanical cockroaches—as long as you have enough credit points, you can exchange for them."
Alice said. Everyone was initially tempted, then secretly rolled their eyes. The first part was good, but what were those last two things? Would anyone really exchange for such mechanical bodies?
Alice continued: "Credit points are the currency of the City of Machinery. A special reminder: they can be exchanged for real-world currency."
"What? Can be exchanged for real-world currency?"
Everyone was stunned. One person asked: "Wait, what do we need real-world currency for? We're already dead."
Alice said: "But your relatives aren't dead. We can give them the money."
Everyone's eyes lit up. Earning money in Hell for living relatives to spend, this was possible.
One person sighed: "I didn't expect to still be able to earn money for my family after Death."
Another person complained: "You should say, you still have to earn money for your family after Death."
A man chuckled: "Mom and Dad, this is the money I earned in Hell. Spend it wisely."
"Besides credit points, the City of Machinery also has a higher-level currency called contribution."
Alice continued: "If you have enough contribution, the Demon Lord can help you send dreams to your family, or even help you meet your family in person."
Doctor Octopus added: "You can also leave descendants in reality, or even reincarnate as your own descendants."
"Give birth to yourself?"
Everyone looked at Doctor Octopus in astonishment. Isn't that idea a bit too bizarre?
Alice said: "It is possible, but it requires a lot of contribution. All right, you can start choosing your bodies now. Doctor Octopus, come this way. You harmed many people, so the Demon Lord has specially approved a large number of credit points for you."
Everyone looked at Doctor Octopus in unison. At this moment, someone finally recognized Doctor Octopus and shouted: "You're Doctor Octopus! We were all killed by you!"
"What, he's Doctor Octopus?"
In an instant, public sentiment surged. Everyone was very dissatisfied. Why did villains receive better treatment than good people?
Doctor Octopus was both embarrassed and ashamed, repeatedly apologizing to everyone.
"Welcome to Rebirth Hell."
Alice smiled slightly and disappeared with Doctor Octopus. In fact, the reason she appeared in person was precisely because of Doctor Octopus.
Then, service personnel came in and guided the souls to choose their new bodies.
In Ethan's laboratory, Ethan smiled at Doctor Octopus, who had changed into a new body: "Welcome to my project. I've seen your mechanical tentacles. With your help, I'll soon be able to completely finish the mechanical prosthetics."
Doctor Octopus was a bit puzzled: "Why does the Demon Lord want to create mechanical prosthetics? Robots don't need them, do they?"
"To exchange for souls."
Ethan explained Andrew's plan, and Doctor Octopus was a bit speechless: "Mechanical prosthetics for souls? Which genius came up with this? Why does it feel so strange?"
"Of course, it's our Demon Lord. Actually, the mechanical prosthetics plan isn't too exaggerated. The hair growth plan next door is what's truly absurd."
Ethan complained: "Treating baldness in exchange for soul contracts—no matter how you hear it, it just feels wrong."
"Treating baldness in exchange for soul contracts?"
Doctor Octopus was dumbfounded. This wasn't just wrong; the entire style was completely off, wasn't it? Are you sure this is Hell?
Ethan smiled: "Rebirth Hell is full of surprises. I'm very happy to have joined this Hell."
Doctor Octopus thought for a moment and smiled: "This Hell is indeed beyond my imagination. It seems that entering Rebirth Hell is not a bad thing."
…
Foot Clan's secret base outside New York City, Shredder, the leader of the Foot Clan, breathed a sigh of relief as the Superheroes quelled the Green Goblin disaster. Most of his operations were in New York, and if New York were destroyed, he would have to return to Island Nation in shame.
The Foot Clan originated in Island Nation, and Shredder was also from Island Nation. However, he was very strong and tall, completely inconsistent with his age.
"If I'm not mistaken, Norman Osborn possesses Evil God Power like me. However, he's a fool whose reason was blinded by power. I am not."
Shredder sneered. At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed in excitedly, shouting: "Sacks, they're not dead!"
Shredder asked: "Sacks, who isn't dead?"