The delightful weekend had arrived. Silas didn't see Peter first thing in the morning and learned from Aunt May that Peter had gone out very early.
Peter claimed he was going out with friends, but Silas knew without a doubt that the guy was off being a superhero again.
"Silas, it's rare for you to wake up this early. Always remember to finish your breakfast, especially the milk. It will help you grow taller."
Aunt May affectionately placed a cup of warmed milk next to Silas.
Because Peter and Silas were both only about 178 cm tall, they looked slightly skinny. Aunt May blamed Silas's lack of height on not eating breakfast regularly, and Peter's on not exercising.
However, Aunt May had recently noticed that both Silas and Peter seemed to be getting much stronger, and their height seemed to be increasing. So, Aunt May was determined to boost Silas's nutrition right now.
"Okay, Aunt May." Silas naturally listened to Aunt May. Although she often nagged, she always did so out of care for them.
"Now Peter is finally going out and exercising. You need to eat a good breakfast, too," Aunt May sat next to Silas and urged him.
Seeing that Aunt May was about to launch into another lecture, Silas quickly changed the subject. "Where is Uncle Ben? I haven't seen him this morning."
"He went out to buy some things. I was going to go with him, but I didn't want you to wake up without warm milk, so I stayed," Aunt May replied.
"Thank you, Aunt May," Silas said gratefully.
Aunt May shook her head, giving him a gentle, loving look. "Don't mention it. Your healthy growth is more important than anything."
"By the way, Aunt May, I'm also going out today," Silas said, taking a sip of milk.
Aunt May was delighted to hear this and nodded profusely. It was good that he was going out, meaning he had friends to spend time with and wouldn't be lonely.
"Do you need any pocket money?" Aunt May asked, unsure if Silas had any cash.
"No, I still have some of my previous allowance left. It's plenty." Silas finished the last of his milk.
"Then I'm off, Aunt May. Don't worry about lunch or dinner for me; I'll eat out," Silas said, putting on his shoes. "Goodbye, Aunt May."
"Goodbye, Silas! Have a fun weekend!" Aunt May watched Silas leave, then began clearing the table.
The Park
Silas headed to their usual meeting spot, a park bench, but found that Misty was already waiting for him.
"Hey~ Good morning, Misty. You're early today?" Silas greeted her as he walked up.
Misty turned happily at the familiar voice. Seeing it was Silas, she smiled. "Good morning, Silas. I just didn't want a certain someone to wait too long again."
"No, no, no~ Waiting is a lady's privilege." Silas looked her up and down.
Misty's outfit was simple today: a white shirt on top and light blue jeans on the bottom. But paired with her attractive figure, the look was dangerously stunning, like an alluring demon.
"You look beautiful today," Silas complimented her.
Misty couldn't help but smile at Silas's praise. "Thank you for the compliment. But it's getting late now, let's hurry up and go have fun."
"Oh, right!" Silas only just noticed the time.
Misty then led Silas to her car. "Let's go."
Rumble~ The car started.
Perhaps because they were in the car with two suited bodyguards in the front, Silas felt unsure what to talk about.
"Have you been keeping up with the news lately?" Misty started the conversation.
Silas thought for a moment. "Are you talking about Tony Stark and Iron Man?"
"No!" Misty reached behind her seat and pulled out a newspaper. "New York has been quite interesting recently."
Misty handed the newspaper to Silas. Silas took it and spread it out.
The main article was about the Osborn Group, claiming they were on the verge of inventing a medicine that could cure any disease.
"Osborn?!" Silas felt a jolt of alarm.
Anyone familiar with Marvel would be familiar with this corporation.
"To be honest, I really don't approve of these gene-related experiments," Misty said. Her own family was quite wealthy. She could roughly guess that the Osborn Group's methods definitely involved human experimentation.
"And look at this one." Misty flipped the page.
Silas saw a report—it was about him!
A bar was suspected of being the site of a criminal feud. The bar was actually a black market. Over a dozen people had died inside. Apart from the black market boss, whose head Silas had blown off, everyone else was listed by name.
But Silas knew there was no way the owner's body couldn't be identified just because his head was gone. It meant the people in power were covering it up.
What surprised Silas even more was that there were several hidden surveillance cameras inside the black market. This was something Silas had never expected—why would they install cameras to preserve evidence of illegal activity?
Now, videos of him "robbing" the black market were circulating online, apparently deliberately uploaded by someone.
Consequently, the police had also issued an arrest warrant for Silas, although the warrant was useless, only describing his approximate height and his all-black clothing.
"I didn't expect to appear in the public eye so soon," Silas thought.
He had been mentally prepared for exposure, but not this quickly. Just then, in the bottom right corner, Silas noticed a familiar person.
Peter Parker!
It was a news report about Peter's rescue, but it was only three short lines of text.
A person in red saved an elderly person who was nearly hit by a car, but it caused the truck to crash into a restaurant. Fortunately, the driver only sustained minor injuries and was knocked unconscious.
Meanwhile
Peter was sitting on a water tower, excitedly shouting, "Yes! I'm in the newspaper! Hey! Look, everyone! Spider-Man!"
"I need to be more careful when saving people next time, though," Peter said, dangling his legs.
"What do you think, Silas?" Misty asked.
"What can I do but sit and watch? We're just ordinary people. Let's not think about this stuff; those decisions are made by people in high places," Silas shrugged helplessly.
"Haha~ You're right. We don't even have the right to voice our opinions," Misty agreed with Silas. While her family was wealthy, they couldn't compare to the Osborn Group or Stark Industries.
"So let's not worry too much. Where are we going today?" Silas asked.
Having seen the report about himself, Silas was already planning to change his disguise. If Uncle Ben ever found out what he had done, Uncle Ben would surely grab him by the collar and personally take him to the police station—though he wasn't entirely sure about that.
But it's probably best not to do that again. It would be awkward for the family, who are all so righteous, to have someone like me.
Even if he couldn't be a saint-like superhero, he should at least avoid being a serial killer. Since killing one person only gave him one Evil Point, killing a plot-relevant character would be much more worthwhile than killing so many ordinary people.
Soon, with Misty leading the conversation, the car stopped. They had reached their destination.
"A golf course?" Silas had never played golf. As for why:
He was poor in his past life, and he was poor in this life, though he had recently earned a good amount of cash.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," Misty smiled.
She knew Silas had never played golf. The reason she brought him here wasn't to mock his poverty.
It was because her annoying father had told her:
"I know you like that boy. I won't stop you two, but to become my daughter's boyfriend, he must beat me at golf!"
Misty was confident in her father's skill. She was sure that after teaching Silas for a while, he could easily surpass him.
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