Chapter 114: Evil Eye Alliance! Return To Dc! [7k]
Golden light tore through the gloomy sky like divine punishment.
Under the gaze of countless people.
Ian’s eyes burst forth with sun-like dazzling brilliance, completely engulfing the ferocious spider monster. At that moment, the entire block seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.
On the street.
Countless upturned faces were coated in gold.
Every person’s eyes reflected an unbelievable scene—perhaps even after many years, those present would still not forget what happened today.
The youth descended from the sky.
Not angry, nor ferocious.
With a posture like a god or demon descending to the world, he effortlessly crushed the evil existence that everyone thought invincible.
At this moment, everyone seemed to understand a reason: perhaps the city could have avoided burning, but their own cowardice became the best accelerant. Those burning skyscrapers, those streets littered with corpses, those torn-apart families—they all once had a chance to avoid total destruction.
“We just needed a little more… courage.”
Someone murmured softly.
“Rumble~”
In the deafening explosion.
The spider monster’s body shattered into pieces, turning into countless burning fragments falling from the sky. Many charred little spiders rained down from the spider monster’s shattered body onto the street.
They hit the ground, making creepy “crackling” sounds. Most thumb-sized spiders had already followed their unknown father or mother in a flash of light.
However.
Under Ian’s deliberate control, a small portion of spiders still thought themselves survivors, frantically fleeing on the main street, about to attack the pedestrians and police.
But.
This time.
The sun had perhaps already dispelled the gloom.
Everyone no longer fled selfishly or hid, no longer hoping to be the lucky survivor. They began to unite against the little spiders’ attacks.
Someone picked up a fire extinguisher.
Someone picked up the old lady nearby.
Perhaps a bit flustered.
But the police also began fulfilling their duties.
Like something.
Beginning to awaken.
It was not just courage.
“This crown prince can’t beat the octopus, but can’t I beat you little things?” Thor raised his hammer and smashed the ground fiercely, a wave of electric arcs instantly surging and shattering swathes of little spiders.
This was the heroic figure from his dreams conquering the Nine Realms.
Of course.
Reality still needed to be balanced.
“Everyone, see? I’m not just a cook, I’m also an expert at pest control. Son of Odin Western Restaurant, come check it out— in my restaurant, you definitely won’t find even a single cockroach!” Thor’s booming voice echoed on the street as he shook his golden long hair, saving pedestrians while not forgetting his Western restaurant.
On the other side, Captain America Steve Rogers wielded his shield, which had not seen real combat for a long time and had almost become a decoration, smashing the ground fiercely. The shield collided with the ground, making a huge noise and kicking up waves of dust. Though years had left their mark on him, his combat prowess remained undiminished.
“Damn! Why are they crawling into my shorts! These are the lace shorts sponsored by the brand!” He was still evenly matched, trading blows with the little spiders.
The scene was extremely tense.
“You did that on purpose? You could clearly eliminate all the spiders inside that monster.” Gwen lay slantwise on the ground, the boy who was looking up at the sky standing in front of her.
“This is a test.”
Ian wasn’t looking up at the sky to show off; he was counting how many pieces the spider-monster had exploded into while waiting for feedback from his system.
“Testing if humanity deserves a superhero like you?” Gwen had a knack for overthinking, though not to the extent of Doctor Strange.
As for Ian’s strength.
Gwen, who had personally fought the spider-monster, knew it best.
An existence that instantly killed her.
Directly instantly killed by the boy in front of her.
Gwen could feel how powerful the strength bursting from his eyes was.
“No, I’m just testing if deep in the souls showing their flaws, they still have humanity’s finest virtues.” Ian still hadn’t gotten feedback from the system.
He figured the system was just pretending to be aloof with him.
New profession?
Or give something else?
“If people fail the test, what will you do?” Gwen had to care about this; after all, she knew full well how powerful he was.
Moreover.
His brain was a bit off.
Nothing was more dangerous than this.
“If they fail the test, I’ll go wild—Master Ian guarantees that from tomorrow, the cowards of this world can all eat bread worth five hundred thousand US dollars each.”
“No one will resist me, and I’ll definitely make a fortune.” Ian knew inflation would devalue currency, but no one said money earned in this world couldn’t be used in the DC universe.
Economics mind.
Should be used in such places.
“…”
Gwen was speechless upon hearing this.
Just as said earlier.
She truly couldn’t fathom this boy’s bizarre thought logic.
“Damn system, I saw you absorb something, but after you ate your fill, you won’t share? Not even sparing me an external soul bone?”
Ian questioned the system, which still didn’t respond, so he persuaded himself to accept it—this must be because the wild spider-monster was too young.
Couldn’t produce a soul bone.
“Stare!”
Probably because Ian gave the system a way out.
The system graciously obliged.
【Exotic data analysis complete. New universal data added for you—Mimic Armor.】 Perhaps the system understood social graces, or maybe it was really analyzing data.
In any case.
Finally.
Ian did get the reward he had been longing for.
【Mimic Armor: Currently one mimicry data recorded. Host can use their own magic power at any time to construct exotic physiological features on their body surface or internally.】
“I knew I could steadily grow stronger in the new world.” Ian tested the ability right away; eight somewhat illusory spider legs immediately appeared on his back. Though it was just simulated armor clinging to his body surface, Ian could feel their arm-like flexibility.
“That said, though the spider-monster is young, it ate growth-hormone beef and vegetables from a young age, matured early—providing an external soul bone is perfectly normal.”
This time.
It was Ian’s turn to find an excuse for himself. The eight spider legs on his back successfully gripped eight pens under his control; at this moment, he knew he had truly gained a divine skill.
Ian experimented gleefully.
Nearby people playing dead couldn’t help but crawl away.
“Damn! Are you infected?”
Seeing this, Gwen was scared and about to leap back.
But.
She wasn’t as fast as Ian.
“I’ve recently become obsessed with being an evil god; having a few spider legs on my back is normal.” Ian forcibly supported Gwen, taking the chance to touch the blood on her body.
However.
Still no prompt for unlocking a new profession, not even a silent profession discovered prompt. Of course, this was already within Ian’s expectations.
He still remembered the information in Teacher Tony’s message.
To acquire professions in the new world.
He’d probably have to rely on these superheroes returning to normal. Realizing this, Ian had rushed over to play the enlightener.
“An evil god wouldn’t save me; you definitely didn’t take enough meds.” Seeing Ian not attack, Gwen relaxed but couldn’t help blurting it out.
Memory fragments seemed to surface in her mind.
She felt like she often advised him to take his medicine.
This damn sense of familiarity.
“My meds are never enough—in fact, that’s how you become an evil god. Ensure this world has superheroes; otherwise, without people daring to point at my nose and call me one, the world won’t know I’m an evil god.” Ian tested the spider legs’ attack power on nearby mud.
These legs grew in the right place on his back.
Super effective.
Sharper and more piercing than the spider-monster’s.
“What do you say? Not going to praise me?” Ian didn’t retract his skill; he even used the phantom-like spider legs to support Gwen.
“Why did you lift me upside down? Because you’re an evil god and can’t tell my hands from my feet?” Gwen was lifted up, her face full of confusion.
She was now in a handstand position with hands supporting the ground.
Her eyes could only see Ian’s knees.
“Nonsense, I just saw your legs were broken, so you couldn’t stand on them—I let you make do with your hands.” Ian felt his good intentions were mistaken for malice.
His explanation left Gwen silent for a moment.
“You could not lift me, just let me lie on the ground… the ambulance should be coming soon.” Gwen looked into the distance; the little spiders had been completely eliminated by everyone’s united efforts.
Her father, Police Chief George, was helping the wounded while looking toward her.
“Not supporting a teammate after a big battle, showing the bond between teammates—that lacks a sense of ritual. By the way, want to consider believing in the Great God Ian?”
“Your injuries can be healed in minutes.” Ian used flawless logic to shut Gwen up while extending an enthusiastic invitation.
“No thanks.”
The girl’s expression changed for a moment.
“It’s getting dark; why haven’t you disappeared yet?” She had clearly summed up some patterns about Ian’s appearances and disappearances from past encounters.
“Soon, one more minute and I’ll return to my lair, full of lots of evil stuff—come see sometime.” Ian retracted his 【Mimic Armor】, pulled out half a mobile phone to check the time. This Marvel trip had been bountiful, except for lacking a new profession unlock.
Slightly regrettable.
“Thank you for saving me, saving everyone.” Seeing Ian about to leave, Gwen sincerely thanked him, her tone carrying some frustration.
“I thought I could handle that monster.”
Gwen’s voice was full of annoyance.
“Newbies are all like that; don’t be down. Surely you’ve grasped that with great power comes great responsibility.” Ian still wanted to harvest a new profession from Gwen.
He probed while pouring chicken soup.
Hearing this.
Gwen blinked, her golden eyelashes trembling under the bloodstains.
“With great power comes great responsibility—didn’t expect you to say something so reasonable.” She was clearly touched, as if understanding why Ian acted.
This boy might not think normally, but he obviously had a very just heart.
“I’m a writer after all.”
Ian responded.
Secretly extending his hand.
“Why are you touching me?”
Gwen, who had been moved.
Suddenly noticed Ian rubbing her face hard with his hand.
“That’s not important.”
Ian hadn’t expected that even quoting a famous line as a plagiarist wouldn’t unlock a new profession; still unwilling, he continued.
“Listen, Gwen, one failure doesn’t mean always failing. The important thing is you have a superhero heart—it’s the true seed in this new world.”
These words weren’t entirely chicken soup but from Ian’s deduction; he rubbed Gwen’s bloodstain again, still not getting what he wanted.
“I still don’t get what you’re saying, but I think I can figure it out myself… see you tomorrow?” Gwen saw Ian’s body starting to fade.
Like a TV screen losing signal.
“Say goodbye, or I’ll feel like you treat me like an oyster mushroom.” Ian left only this last sentence; in his ears, the bell sound of return had already rung.
Seeing the boy vanish into thin air.
In the distance.
The watching crowd couldn’t help exclaiming.
“Where did that boy go?”
“He disappeared! Just vanished like that! As if he never appeared… my god, could he be God, who came to save us and then quietly left?”
“God is a boy?”
“No! He didn’t just save us; he gave us hope and rebirth. I think he’s a hero! More heroic than ordinary heroes… a superhero!”
“Isn’t that still God?”
…
Unbelievable.
Emotions of disbelief spread through the crowd.
Countless people gaped, witnessing the boy descend from the sky and vanish like a gust of wind; some even dropped their cigarettes, showing the huge impact on their hearts.
As they whispered.
The sunset plated the burned streets in gold.
Gunpowder smoke unfurled into veils in the evening breeze.
The city after the great battle still reeked of gunpowder and scorched earth, countless little spider corpses scattered on the ground, ambulance and police car sounds ringing successively.
“Are you okay?”
Police Chief George finally ran to his daughter.
“I’m fine, Father.”
Gwen responded to Police Chief George.
“But your state… you’re really not infected by any virus?” Police Officer George spoke in a strange tone, facing two legs pointing straight up.
“Ah?!”
Gwen only then realized she was still in a handstand.
She quickly flipped over and sat back on the ground.
“If I say… I met an evil god and was influenced by him, would you believe me, Father?” Gwen’s pretty face flushed red; in embarrassment, she shifted blame.
“What do you think?”
George supported his daughter and carried her on his back.
“Sorry, Father, for worrying you.”
Gwen lowered her head somewhat ashamed.
“No need to apologize. In fact, you did great; I’m proud of you… of course, as a father, I don’t want my daughter to become some hero.”
George took Gwen onto the ambulance, his tone unusually gentle. Perhaps others praised the problem-solver, but he knew who was the first to step forward.
Dozens of ambulances were rescuing people at once.
Gwen naturally got priority escort traded with favors by Police Chief George.
She received effective treatment.
Avoiding the tragedy of broken legs waiting months for surgery.
When Gwen was wheeled out of the operating room, night had fallen; the city hadn’t recovered from the spider-monster attack chaos, streets still echoing with sirens and crowd discussions.
Inside the hospital.
Corridor lights cold and white.
After treatment, Gwen was sent to a ward. George had to handle today’s events, Mother was on the way, so upon waking, she watched television alone.
Almost every TV station was reporting the event. Gwen saw herself on TV, but no clear camera captured her appearance.
Most stations focused on Ian descending from the sky, golden light tearing the sky; the hosts’ commentary was full of praise.
“This is a real hero.”
Gwen sighed.
Mood somewhat low and melancholic.
Outside.
Suddenly hurried footsteps.
The ward door was pushed open.
“A nurse?”
Gwen turned her head and saw two oddly dressed men: a tall, thin man in a red cape leading, with a strange metal ornament at his neckline.
The other was a two-meter-tall blond strong man, silver gleaming chest armor under a red cape, actually holding—meat skewers?
Gwen smelled gourmet food.
“Who are you looking for?”
She swallowed, tone confused.
“We’re here for you.” The caped man stepped forward, pupils gleaming under the light. “I’m Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange; this is Thor.”
Doctor Strange introduced himself.
“No, I wasn’t sent to a mental hospital either.” Gwen’s gaze slowly shifted to the nameplate at the bed’s foot—New York Central Hospital 【General Surgery · 7th Floor · B12】.
“Relax, child.”
Thor boldly bit into a piece of roasted meat.
Replenishing nutrition after the great battle.
“Miss Gwen Stacy, no need to pretend. We’ve seen through your secret—you’re old acquaintances with that evil god; you’re probably a resurfacing evil god too?”
Doctor Strange still loved deducing.
Gwen’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
“Ian? That boy?”
She somewhat understood why they sought her.
“Exactly! That evil god who forced us to believe in him!” Doctor Strange slapped his thigh, tone carrying some heartache for magic power.
Gwen tilted her head.
“I don’t think he’s an evil god.”
She pointed at the TV news.
The camera swept over spontaneously mourning crowds on the street, freezing on a blurry golden figure photo; everyone sang praises for the boy who saved the city from disaster.
“Actually, I don’t think he’s an evil god either.” Thor chimed in at this point. “Evil gods wouldn’t dare fool me; after all, my father is the great Odin!”
He still loved bragging about his dad.
“…”
Gwen started believing these two were Ian’s friends.
“Oh? You don’t believe? Thor, when I found you, you didn’t say that—you said you believed me.” Doctor Strange seemed a bit triggered.
“This is the magic he taught me—isn’t that evil enough?” Saying this, Doctor Strange pulled out his appendix. It made Gwen nauseous; Thor pondered cooking methods.
Seeing the thunder god’s gaze, Doctor Strange immediately grew alert and stowed his prized appendix.
And at this moment.
“I remember now—you’re that sloppy fortune teller who only tips five bucks; that boy, Ian, once kidnapped me from your place.”
Gwen suddenly realized.
Leaving the excited Doctor Strange somewhat awkward.
“First, I tip little because I’m broke myself. Second, I’m not friends with evil god Ian; he captured me as his first follower.”
Doctor Strange teared up mentioning this.
“You’re already his follower, yet every sentence you don’t praise your god but curse him?” Gwen looked suspicious; she found these two really strange.
“He just likes others calling him evil god.”
Doctor Strange sighed.
“…”
Gwen suddenly had nothing to retort.
She recalled Ian boasting about his evil god lair to her.
“So, why are you here? I’m not his follower or some new evil god; don’t try to trick me into joining some evil god church.”
Gwen sighed.
Tone very vigilant.
“Tony sent us to find you, hoping you’ll join our little group—the Evil Eye Alliance.” Doctor Strange finally stated his purpose.
He was acting on orders too.
“Shouldn’t it be called the Northern God Alliance?”
Thor’s eyes widened.
This thunder god seemed very dissatisfied with Doctor Strange’s naming.
“We’ll discuss that later.” Doctor Strange didn’t want to argue more; after all, he was just a minor third-in-command, while Thor was clearly second-in-command.
“Can I ask what your alliance does?” Seeing the two men about to argue, Gwen couldn’t help raising her bandage-wrapped hand.
“To resist evil god invasions?”
She used her imagination.
However.
Doctor Strange directly shook his head.
“No, we can’t resist that evil god at all. Our alliance is mainly to cope with the world’s great changes. You’ve noticed our world is getting more dangerous, right?”
Doctor Strange’s words made Gwen thoughtful.
“Mm.”
She nodded.
“A world-saving organization? You want to be superheroes too?”
Gwen mentioned this emerging term, feeling an inexplicable familiarity; she knew it was those damn memory fragments in her brain acting up.
“Superhero, I like that word.”
Thor nodded frantically.
“Something like that.”
Doctor Strange was more reserved.
“Sorry, not interested.”
Gwen’s response clearly surprised Doctor Strange.
“That shouldn’t be—you were the first hero to rush in and save people.”
Doctor Strange was puzzled.
“I just suddenly realized I’m not hero material.” Gwen lay on her side on the bed, feeling her reconnected broken legs, will somewhat waning.
“Because of the injury?”
Doctor Strange said, pulling out a book.
“Don’t worry—believe in the God of Myriad Laws Ian; his power can heal you instantly, just consuming a bit of fat. For a girl, that’s practically a reward.”
He opened the 【dungeon】 magic book in his hand.
Just about to teach Gwen the oath.
The next moment.
“Damn! He invented new magic again!”
Doctor Strange turned pale with shock.
“Brain Sharing Technique! Damn, what kind of ghost magic is this—sharing brain computing power mutually? My god! He wants us to think for him!”
“Look at this!”
Doctor Strange held the book before Gwen and Thor.
The atmosphere grew quiet.
“Alright, I admit he’s an evil god.”
Thor felt his brain trembling.
An illusion.
But possibly intuition.
“This… this isn’t just evil god, it’s downright weird, right?”
Gwen swallowed.
She was shocked to her soul again.
“Clang~”
Doctor Strange and Thor still circled that absurd “evil god handbook.”
Expressions shocked.
And at this moment, suddenly, the door was pushed open; all three turned their gazes.
A nurse pushed a hospital bed in.
Behind her followed the attending doctor.
Together they pushed the bed into the room, revealing a youth lying on it, pale-faced, eyes tightly closed, with a ferocious bite mark on his arm.
Like a mark left by some monster.
“Poor child.” The doctor said softly, tone regretful. “In that afternoon incident, he was attacked by the spider-monster—good thing no life danger.”
“Thanks to that miraculous son of the sun; he didn’t just save these innocent masses, perhaps saved us all.” Saying this, the doctor hung a nameplate on the bed head.
Motion practiced.
【Peter Parker】
The name looked very ordinary.
But.
Like the spider-monster’s name, a boy with similar appearance but a few years younger perhaps wasn’t so ordinary.
…
DC universe.
Night curtain low, torrential rain pouring.
Gales carrying rainwater battered the window, as if the whole world was submerged in endless darkness and water. Ian sat at his desk, having just completed creating a new magic.
He needed analytical ability like Teacher Tony’s to find ways to acquire new professions in the new world, so he created the 【Brain Sharing Technique】.
Admittedly.
Super Brain was impressive.
But still couldn’t beat using others’ brains to think together.
“Didn’t expect I’d be a talent on the magic path too… omnipotent, nothing more.” Ian stood, preparing to step out for a piss and return to magic experiments.
Suddenly.
His peripheral vision caught a black shadow flashing outside the window.
A huge “bat” hung upside down on the outer window ledge, black cape flapping in the wind, rainwater sliding down its helmet edge to the ground.
Like silver tear streaks.
“Batman at home again!”
Ian rushed to the insecticide by his bedhead. Whether joking or not, upon seeing this, Batman judged as he hurriedly climbed through the open window.
“What are you planning?”
Batman’s voice was as low as ever.
“Help you exterminate bugs?”
Ian chickened out.
He wasn’t seeing Batman for the first time after all.
No more first-sight kill chance.
“Your father said you stripped Savitar’s corpse naked?” Batman’s helmet clearly had high tech; his gaze went straight under Ian’s bed.
There.
Not just high tech.
Also a girl.
