Chapter 149: Aberration Master! Veteran Never Dies!
In an unmanned alley.
The night in New York was deep.
The air was filled with the mixed scent of motor oil and sesame oil.
“She’s about to die.”
Hearing Spider-Man Peter Parker’s slightly worried statement, Ian’s expression obviously paused for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a strange tone.
“What’s going on? Gwen is about to die again?” Ian frowned, feeling incredibly incredulous. It seemed like every time he encountered Gwen, she was in a precarious situation.
Very shocked.
But not particularly shocked.
“Again?”
Peter blinked in confusion.
“Why do you say ‘again’?”
His focus was obviously sharp. As an ordinary New York citizen unaware of Ian and Gwen’s bond, it was normal for Peter Parker not to know about Gwen’s “fragile” attribute.
“Uh…”
Ian reclaimed his patent on blinking, blinked twice, “Never mind the details. Tell me, what happened to Gwen? The last time I saw her, she was hanging herself over Times Square with her webs.”
He felt that Gwen, as a “remnant of the old era” like himself, even if she encountered danger, should not die; she would at least show some resilient “veteran” traits.
“Three days ago, we were stopping a bank robbery. Those bastards weren’t very skilled, and they were panicking while driving away, almost hitting a child by the roadside.”
“Teacher Gwen was teaching me Spider-Man techniques. Seeing a child about to be hit by an out-of-control car, she immediately put herself in front of the child to protect them.”
“She’s a true hero, she saved the child who was almost hit, but in doing so, she suffered multiple fractures all over her body and still hasn’t been brought out of the ICU.”
Peter took a deep breath, his tone full of respect for Gwen.
“Wait, Gwen’s physical quality is strong enough to stop a subway car with her bare hands. How could she be seriously injured and near death from a car?” Ian’s brows furrowed like an eighteen-year-old boy.
He felt this was neither logical nor scientific.
“That’s what I find most incomprehensible. Doctor Strange said her powers are fading, which is why she wanted to train me to take over as the new Spider-Man.”
Spider-Man’s demeanor changed from his usual flippant self to a serious tone.
“Powers fading?” Ian looked up at the unmanned drone appearing above the alley in surprise. He knew that drones appearing in such a place at this time most likely came from Stark Industries.
After all, any normal drone enthusiast knows that if a drone flies out of sight, it will be taken by others as ownerless and returned; even in the new era, urban areas can take down new era birds.
“Hey! New Teacher Tony! Can someone explain the situation to me?” Ian’s guess was correct. A gold and red drone silently descended from above the alley.
It projected a holographic image onto the ground.
It was New Teacher Tony.
He was wearing his signature suit for running for president, and the model looked like a skin that could sell for at least 2999. Every part of the color scheme had a strong campaign implication.
“You’ve arrived a little late today.” New Teacher Tony first stated what he observed, then continued to answer Ian’s confused questions.
“Gwen’s extraordinary DNA is degenerating, or to be more precise, the extraordinary substances in Gwen’s body are transferring into the body of the second-generation Spider-Man, Peter Parker, out of thin air.” “Of course, Gwen’s life will definitely be saved. She has now been transferred by me to the underground of the Sanctum Sanctorum and is being treated by Dr. Helen Zhao’s Life Cradle device.”
New Teacher Tony was as reliable as ever.
His words were full of information.
It made Ian’s Super Brain move slightly.
However, the person with the greatest Super Intelligence present hadn’t spoken yet. Peter Parker, who thought his identity had just been revealed, was the first to pull off his mask with a helpless expression.
“Wait, I still wanted to leave some suspense about my identity! It’s amazing that a high school student can be a superhero!” Behind the Spider-Man mask was a youthful face.
A face model destined by fate to be the husband of a black woman and the son of Iron Man. Of course, the only consolation was that his black woman was a beautiful black woman.
“I’m still in middle school, and I became an Evil God at fifteen by East Asian reckoning. I haven’t bragged about anything, and you want to brag?” Ian disdained Spider-Man’s vanity.
“…”
Spider-Man opened his mouth and found himself speechless. If the information from the other superheroes was correct, the little boy in front of him seemed to be a kind of evil god that only appeared in movies.
Seeing Spider-Man’s silence, Ian looked at his face again. “Oh, right, by the way, don’t you know Superman has X-ray vision?”
“Superman can see what you look like under your mask at any time.” Ian switched his identity information so smoothly that not a single trace of incongruity could be seen.
Hearing this.
Spider-Man’s expression instantly became uncertain and surprised.
“It can be like this?”
He instinctively tried to cover his sensitive parts, his expression full of shock.
“That’s just how Superman is. Don’t cover up. You don’t have twelve hands like I do.” Ian answered calmly. He didn’t actually have X-ray vision.
But his original words were that Superman did.
This definitely counted as his one truthful statement for today.
“Where do you have twelve hands?” Spider-Man circled around, looking at Ian’s back and buttocks, as if wondering if Ian had hidden the other ten hands inside his clothes and pants.
Just then.
Spider-Man suddenly heard a creepy bone-grinding sound. Eight dark red, metallic-sheened spider legs suddenly burst out of Ian’s back.
The end of each spider leg twisted and deformed strangely.
In the air, they formed realistic palms with five fully formed fingers—this was thanks to the Myriad Manifestations, which could even allow Ian to mimic his own feet into hands.
It was just a shame the alley floor was dirty.
Ian didn’t want to take off his shoes to show Spider-Man his foot-hands. With his manipulation, one of the large hands suddenly turned towards Spider-Man, its fingertips gently pinching Spider-Man’s face.
The movement was as gentle as stroking a cat.
However.
Spider-Man, triggered by this, felt a chill run down his spine, feeling as though his head could be crushed at any moment.
“My goodness!” Peter Parker was startled by Ian’s ruthless yet quiet actions and took a few steps back instinctively, bumping into a dirty trash can behind him.
Even a Jerry was scared and quickly burrowed into the sewer.
“You-you were bitten by a Spider-Monster too?! And it must have bitten you very hard!” Spider-Man couldn’t help but touch his own back, feeling very fortunate that he didn’t have such a mutation.
“Nonsense!”
Ian was indignant.
The spider hands on his back simultaneously gave the middle finger.
“Only I bite Spider-Monsters, Spider-Monsters can’t bite me at all! Do you know what an Evil God is? You definitely didn’t watch the live stream that day.”
To prove his words were true, one of the palms on his back suddenly transformed into a ferocious mouthpart and bit a fire hydrant by the roadside into pieces with a crunch.
The commotion was terrifying.
However, no water sprayed from the fire hydrant, showing that Commissioner Smith and his colleagues in the new Marvel had also awakened quickly. Ian then used his real hands to reshape the fire hydrant back to its original form.
It might have been a little crooked, but it was definitely still usable.
“See! Spider-Monsters are like roadside weeds in front of me!”
Ian’s indignant speech made Spider-Man swallow. The young Spider-Man looked at Ian as he gradually retracted his back, and realized that Doctor Strange and the others might have been telling the truth.
This little boy was truly a great Evil God. Peter suddenly realized that he had perhaps been only 0.01 millimeters away from death—those hands could have crushed his skull more easily than crushing an egg.
“So, can you play four game consoles at the same time with these hands?” He stammered, changing the subject, which made Ian, who was about to mimic his ferocious Evil God “face,” freeze on the spot.
“It can be like this? I can play 5v5 against myself? I won’t be angered by bad teammates and War God opponents anymore?” Ian clearly felt enlightened.
He felt that Peter Parker, the Spider-Man, must have at least a Harvard-caliber mind, and that the only reason he hadn’t thought of this was that he was a little boy who had been delayed by various great causes.
A Harvard-caliber mind is just so-so.
Ian knew well that he had the means to acquire Harvard.
“Uh, it seems you can indeed play four game consoles at once…” Spider-Man said with some envy, suspecting Ian’s Super Brain, so Ian ignored him.
“It’s time to care about Gwen, but you’re only thinking about playing games. What a pathetic Spider-Man.” Ian looked at New Teacher Tony and expressed that he was still the top supporter in terms of caring for Gwen—he was the only reliable friend who had successfully caught Gwen when she was falling from a height and prevented her from breaking her spine.
Even though Gwen eventually fell and turned into a pulp, Ian had at least proven how reliable he was.
“New Teacher Tony, can Gwen get out of bed and let me brag a little before going back to bed?” Ian had developed the habit of telling Gwen how much more awesome he had become.
Not being able to see Gwen on this trip to Marvel, the nostalgic Ian was truly unaccustomed to it.
“I’m afraid not.”
New Teacher Tony shook his head regretfully.
“Gwen is still in a coma. Since the Life Cradle is only a semi-finished project, her injuries have only been controlled, and it will take some time before she can wake up.”
“In fact, Dr. Helen Zhao believes that the fading of extraordinary DNA is a more serious problem for Gwen.” New Teacher Tony looked at Ian.
“You should already know why her extraordinary DNA is disappearing, right?” New Tony’s smile faded, and his expression seemed very certain.
He was perhaps becoming more anthropomorphic.
“New Teacher Tony is still as good at reading expressions as ever.” Ian nodded and did not deny it. He had indeed roughly realized the reason for Gwen’s problem.
“Human facial expressions and pupil reactions are easy to interpret, especially for someone like you who never hides anything. For an AI like me, it’s even simpler.”
New Teacher Tony answered the question while boasting about himself.
Ian felt he was complimenting his sincerity.
“Uh, I also want to know the reason.”
Spider-Man interrupted at this moment, “Can someone explain it to me? I need to ease my guilt, because it looks like I’m stealing Teacher Gwen’s powers!”
His concerns were not unfounded.
However.
The truth was, of course, not like that.
“Relax, little Peter, no, big Peter, you’re several years older than me, so you can’t take the opportunity to call me Uncle and take advantage of me…”
Ian patted the other’s shoulder. He was exercising the caution of a rich person, having read a few books on how to be rich, even though the authors of those books weren’t rich.
“It has nothing to do with you. It’s more like some cosmic law is at work, possibly related to some ancient entities awakening, so there’s only one Spider-Man slot per universe.”
Ian’s guess was not groundless. He knew that Spider-Man’s power didn’t actually come from a gene mutation; the gene mutation was merely a way to connect to a mysterious entity.
That mysterious entity was the Spider-Totem.
It was a mystical and ancient supernatural concept in the Marvel Universe, not merely a religious belief or cultural symbol, but a trans-dimensional, trans-species spiritual power.
“What do you mean by one Spider-Man? Can’t it be one, or one person?” Spider-Man was a bit bothered by the quantifier Ian used and couldn’t help but correct him.
“It’s all the same. We’re talking about the Spider-Totem, you and I.”
Ian performed an inversion, then explained the general situation to Spider-Man and New Teacher Tony. The Spider-Totem was a multidimensional cosmic consciousness network that identified and activated individuals with “spider genes,” linking them to the entire “Spider-Family” spiritual network.
In certain circumstances.
The Spider-Totem could even allow Spider-Men from different universes to share abilities or consciousness. It was the bond between Spider-Men and the most resilient, most indomitable spiritual force in the multiverse.
Because of this.
In most cases, only one Spider-Man chosen by the Spider-Totem would exist in a universe. It was easy to understand, much like when Ian and Jordan play games on the same home network, one person would always hog the broadband speed from the other, so the best scenario would be to lock Jordan’s computer and only let Ian play.
The situation with the Spider-Totem was probably the same principle.
“Because of ancient entities?” New Teacher Tony was digesting Ian’s information and calculating more based on it, while Spider-Man was somewhat confused and dazed.
He perhaps didn’t have that much of a Harvard caliber.
“Yes, for the specifics, I think I need to go see Gwen first.” Ian put his hands in the pockets of his red and black hooded sweatshirt and tilted his head towards the drone projection floating in the air.
“She’s below the Sanctum Sanctorum.”
New Tony’s virtual image nodded.
“I want to go see my Teacher Gwen too.” Spider-Man Peter Parker immediately leaned in, his expression concerned, without any malicious intent.
However.
Ian still sized him up and then pointed disdainfully at the stains on the back of his battle suit—sticky webs, dust, and a few suspicious scorch marks.
“Then you need to take a shower first.”
Saying this.
Ian also pinched his nose.
“Uh, it does seem a bit dirty.”
Peter looked down at himself, then at Ian’s spotless uniform, and couldn’t help but ask, “Why is your battle suit still so clean after a fight?”
He suspected Ian had added cutting-edge technology to his battle suit.
“That’s called a bio-electric field. You can’t learn it, so don’t be envious.” Bio-armor and bio-electric field were only one word apart, and Ian was equally confident whether he was lying or telling the truth. He didn’t explain the Mimic Armor and flew straight towards the Sanctum Sanctorum, the location of the new Justice League.
“I’m an auxiliary staff member, I don’t know where the base is, and even Doctor Strange hasn’t bought me medical insurance yet!” Spider-Man shouted loudly at the sky.
By the time he finished speaking, Ian had already arrived at his destination.
After all, New York wasn’t that big.
Sanctum Sanctorum.
New Justice League Headquarters.
Ian pushed the door open and looked around, finding the hall empty except for a few floating magic lamps emitting a soft glow. He put his hands on his hips and loudly called out for Doctor Strange.
“Where is the third boss of my church? Come out quickly to welcome your Lord Evil God.” Ian deliberately modulated his voice, which definitely echoed in every corner of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
However.
There was no response.
Ian dragged the unconscious Lizard Man, Curt Connors, by the leg through the layers of corridors in the Sanctum Sanctorum and casually threw the Lizard Man into the Sanctum Sanctorum’s prison.
Which was the place that had appeared in the normal timeline of the Marvel Universe to imprison villains. Ian moved unobstructed all the way, as if he were at home in this place.
“Not a single person came to welcome me. I, an Evil God, have no status.”
Just as Ian was about to smash some inexpensive items to express his Evil God’s anger, New Tony’s projection reappeared in the hall.
“Stephen Strange is not here. He went beyond the planet to help Thor find his missing Father.” It seemed like the new Marvel also had its own “Where’s My Dad?” show.
“What happened to Odin? Why is he imitating me, going wherever he wants?” Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise, astonished by what had happened in his absence.
“Who knows?” New Tony, the candidate for president of the new Marvel universe, Senator New Tony, shrugged. “I don’t have any information gathering means on outer planets.”
“It’s said that Odin and the Frost Giant King have gone missing together.” New Teacher Tony had no curiosity about such matters; his initial purpose was only to save the past.
“Okay, then Odin might have eloped with the Frost Giant King.” Hearing this, Ian understood and made a judgment that seemed to belong to speculative history. Since Odin had not triggered the “Second-Hand Traitor Sixth Amendment Clause,” Ian judged that Odin was definitely not dead. He was now more concerned about the DNA fracture situation with Gwen.
“New Teacher Tony, what did you mean just now when you said the disappearance of extraordinary DNA was a more serious situation for Gwen?” Ian’s gaze fixed on the hidden passage that Nick Fury had previously entered and exited.
As expected.
“Regarding this, let Dr. Helen Zhao explain it to you.” New Teacher Tony remotely controlled something and opened the floor of the hidden passage.
Lo and behold, a staircase extending downwards was revealed beneath the floor. Ian believed that New Teacher Tony was not Batman and would not have filled the tunnel with something like Kryptonite, the “Yi Stone.”
He confidently jumped down. At the end of the stairs was a metal door. As Ian approached, it slowly opened, revealing a highly technological laboratory.
“It’s still the familiar old taste.” Ian walked in with some surprise, and the first thing he saw was the “stingy woman” who wouldn’t even let him eat snacks in the old days.
Dr. Helen Zhao.
Ian will remember this until the end of the universe.
“Patter patter patter~”
Dr. Helen Zhao stood before a complex instrument, intently observing the data stream on the holographic projection. Hearing footsteps, she looked up at Ian, frowning slightly.
However, she did not recognize this boy with the strange eyes.
“Yo, Doctor, long time no see.”
Ian grinned and waved, deliberately creating a mysterious confusion for Helen Zhao. Helen Zhao scrutinized him for a moment, tried to recall, and finally gave up.
“Are you the founder of the alliance who came to see Gwen Stacy?” Helen Zhao of course knew who she was serving; she was a scientist hired by New Teacher Tony.
The salary was probably dozens of times that of Nick Fury.
“Yes, I’m here to save my little friend.” Ian looked at the instrument in the center, where a familiar figure lay quietly—it was Gwen Stacy.
Her face was pale, her breathing steady but weak, as if she were in a long dream. Gwen lay there quietly, connected to various tubes and sensors.
However, her clothes were not removed.
“New Teacher Tony said that Gwen’s extraordinary DNA is disappearing?” Ian leaned closer to observe, his brow furrowed. All these things here were too high-tech and truly touched upon his limitations.
Hearing this.
Dr. Helen Zhao nodded.
“Her extraordinary DNA is degenerating, but the problem is that the disappearing part hasn’t been replaced by normal DNA; it’s simply a gap, which has caused her gene chain to be in a state of fracture.”
She brought up a set of holographic data. Ian could only see the simulated fracture image, and as for the professional terms above, he only recognized their constituent letters.
No choice.
It’s because Ian’s self-study had not yet reached this level.
“I’m a mysterious middle school student who plays with fel energy, magic, and is a superhero. It’s normal to have some shortcomings in science. Doctor, just tell me what the consequences will be.”
Ian stroked his chin, shamelessly ignorant.
Dr. Helen Zhao was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to describe himself that way, but she continued her explanation: “Simply put, Gwen Stacy can’t die right now.”
“But she might never wake up. Unless… my life cradle device has a major breakthrough.” Helen Zhao’s tone was somewhat pessimistic, and she reached out to touch the masterpiece of her life.
The instrument where Gwen was now placed looked very familiar to Ian.
“For example, being able to 3D print a body with a complete gene chain and then transplant the soul into it?” Ian realized something and reached out to pat the machine.
A flicker of surprise crossed Dr. Helen Zhao’s eyes. She didn’t know that Ian was so familiar with the life cradle because he had once seen the doomsday version of the life cradle she had created.
That machine that printed human bodies like dumplings.
“A good idea, theoretically feasible, but the current technology is not yet capable of doing such things.” Dr. Helen Zhao thought this was a research direction Ian had come up with himself.
She felt that Ian’s earlier statement about not understanding the details might have been modesty.
“Is the technical difficulty very high?”
Ian regretted not asking the real Tony for scientific blueprints earlier.
“We haven’t even verified if souls truly exist.” As a scientist, Helen Zhao valued evidence above all else, even after witnessing many supernatural phenomena recently.
Ian nodded at this, grinned, and said with a hint of eagerness, “When I learn soul projection, I’ll show you what a vengeful spirit looks like.”
“????”
Dr. Helen Zhao was speechless for a moment. It was the first time she had heard someone call themselves a “vengeful spirit.” The female doctor rubbed her temples and then looked back at the girl in the life cradle.
“Can you help her? With mystical means?” Dr. Helen Zhao was not entirely clear about Ian’s identity. New Teacher Tony had only told her that Ian was the world’s first superhero.
The main reason was that they were afraid of scaring away these excellent talents by using the Evil God’s signboard.
“No, no, no, I rely on ‘begging for food’ methods.” Ian wiggled his fingers, his tone still unapologetic, but rather filled with righteous pride.
“What?” Dr. Helen Zhao was full of question marks.
Ian didn’t explain much. Instead, he took out his “lollipop” from his pocket—that white feather, emitting a faint holy glow.
“What is this?”
Dr. Helen Zhao’s frown deepened.
“It’s the food I got yesterday,” Ian replied casually, walking to the life support pod and opening the hatch without hesitation.
“Wait! You can’t—” Before Dr. Helen Zhao could stop him, Ian had already gently brushed Gwen’s pale cheek with his wings. In an instant, the light on the wings suddenly brightened, and a soft halo enveloped Gwen’s entire body. Her complexion turned rosy at a visible rate, and her breathing became steady.
It seems Lucifer’s power is quite effective.
Even after leaving the original universe.
His power could still be exerted.
“This works!? How can this work?”
Dr. Helen Zhao looked at the monitoring screen in shock, only to find that the previously fractured gene chain had been filled with unknown genes, and the empty parts had been temporarily repaired by some mysterious substance!
Yes.
Temporary repair.
The moment Ian was about to retract his wings.
The newly filled gene sequences suddenly began to disintegrate, disappearing without a trace as if erased by an eraser. Gwen’s complexion turned pale again, and her breathing weakened.
“What’s going on?!” Dr. Helen Zhao looked up sharply, her eyes full of disbelief. As Ian put the feather back, she quickly operated the console.
She was trying to analyze the genes that had suddenly appeared. However, these genes did not belong to any known biological structure, nor did they conform to the DNA coding logic of Earth’s organisms.
“Strange… logically, Lucifer’s power should have been able to directly reshape her genes. Could it be the universe’s self-purification? Rejection of foreign objects?”
Ian also couldn’t quite understand the situation at this moment.
“What did you just say, ‘Xifa’?????” Dr. Helen Zhao was focused on analyzing, not deaf. She turned to Ian, who was staring at the feather in thought, with a look of great alarm.
“That’s not important.”
Ian turned to look at New Teacher Tony.
“I have another method, which might require you to find ten mutants for me.” As someone with a super brain and the only heir not designated by Batman, he naturally had more than one strategy in mind. In Ian’s opinion, if Lucifer’s feather didn’t work, he could try his new profession.
【 Aberration Master: All who possess mutations are subjects; all who possess potential are blessed. In a rhapsody of evolution, you will become the infinite king transcending multiple realities.
You are the emperor of genes, the end of life’s evolution! 】
“I need a campaign to sweep away evil.” If the system wasn’t boasting too much about this new profession, Ian felt he might be able to solve Gwen’s gene deficiency problem.
Regarding this.
New Teacher Tony did not ask for specific reasons.
“No problem.”
He directly agreed to Ian’s request.
As an extremely efficient artificial intelligence, New Teacher Tony’s virtual projection displayed a holographic map in the air, with ten red dots flashing, distributed throughout New York.
“The laboratories in New York have been frantically researching bio-enhancement technology lately. Spider-Man’s success has made them envious,” he explained briefly the reason for the appearance of these mutants.
Most of them were homeless people, or those who had “run away,” or bankrupt individuals who participated in drug trials by bio-corporations due to financial difficulties, and then became monsters who were neither weak nor strong.
Ian leaned closer to the screen, looking at the marked targets—some looked like half-man, half-scorpion, some had bat wings, and one guy was covered in fish scales, looking like a deep-sea fish come to life.
“New York citizens are updating versions so quickly, it’s worthy of a city with a crime rate higher than that little place called Gotham back home,” Ian complained as he walked towards the door.
New York underground drainage system.
In a dark and damp tunnel.
A hunched figure crawled rapidly, its six segmented legs tapping on the ground, its scorpion tail raised high behind it, the stinger dripping with viscous fluid.
“Hey, scorpion-man!” Ian’s voice came from the darkness.
The mutant turned abruptly, its crimson compound eyes locking onto the source of the sound, but it only saw a lollipop glowing faintly in the darkness, with someone fiddling with it.
“I heard you’ve been poisoning the drinking water lately? Although New York’s tap water is undrinkable anyway, this is too wicked of you,” Ian stepped out of the shadows and admonished.
The scorpion-tailed madman roared and pounced! Ian dodged to the side, his scorpion tail grazing his cheek and splattering venom on the wall, instantly corroding a large hole.
“Wow, if I had gotten any of that, wouldn’t my handsome face be ruined by scars?” Ian patted his mask with lingering fear, then kicked the opponent in the abdomen.
As the opponent bent over in pain, Marvel Superman grabbed the scorpion tail and forcefully snapped it—crack! The scorpion tail broke, and the mutant let out a piercing scream.
Ian casually took out a roll of tape from his pocket and quickly wrapped him up like a mummy.
“One down.”
The youth clapped his hands.
Dragging the motionless scorpion-tailed madman.
Humming, he walked towards the exit. Among Manhattan’s skyscrapers, a black shadow flitted across the night sky, its wide bat wings flapping, emitting a chilling howl.
Suddenly.
He heard the sound of someone taking a picture.
“You keep flying, don’t mind me. I just want to prove to a bat-imposter that there are actually bat-men,” Ian flew alongside the bat-monster.
The bat-monster hissed sideways, its claws aiming straight for Ian’s throat!
“Too slow.”
Ian leaned back, supported himself in the air with one hand, and kicked the opponent in the jaw. The bat-monster was sent flying backward, smashing through a glass curtain wall and falling into a company conference room. As Ian jumped in, he found the opponent struggling to get up, while the employees in the conference room had already cowered in a corner in terror.
“Don’t be afraid, everyone, I’m Superman, upgrading and fighting monsters.” Ian grinned, took out a sack, and used tape to bind the bat-monster all over before putting it into the sack.
Marvel Superman has arrived.
Marvel Superman has left again.
Waving his sleeves.
Leaving money for the compensation of the glass.
“Alright, next.”
At a Brooklyn dock, a strong man covered in grayish-blue scales was tossing shipping containers around like toys, making gurgling sounds.
“Brother, were you raised in nuclear wastewater?”
Ian squatted on a shipping container, resting his chin as he observed him. The fish-scaled thug roared and rushed forward, punching the shipping container where Ian was!
Boom!
The shipping container was dented by the punch, but Ian had already jumped behind him, grabbed a steel pipe, and hit him hard on the back of the head.
“Dong!”
The fish-scaled thug swayed but didn’t fall, becoming even angrier.
“Tsk, so thick-skinned,” Ian curled his lips and suddenly had an idea, taking out a bag of salt from his pocket.
“I heard fish are afraid of this?” He bared the evil god’s big mouth on his mask and sprinkled the salt.
The fish-scaled thug screamed instantly, white smoke rising from his skin, and he scratched himself frantically. Ian seized the opportunity to sweep his leg and knock him down, then wrapped him up like a zongzi with a fishing net.
“Third one, done!”
To these monsters, Ian was an invincible and powerful being; they were indeed too weak and had many flaws. In the end, all ten mutants were locked up in the Sanctum Sanctorum.
“What exactly are you trying to do?!” The eerie blue energy barrier of the dungeon reflected the reptilian face of Lizard Man Curt Connors. His golden vertical pupils constricted as he stared at Ian roughly shoving the last mutant, a “porcupine man” covered in bone spurs, into the cell next to his.
“Being powerful to your extent, there’s no need to study our blood,” he growled, his claws digging into the transparent barrier, making a harsh scraping sound.
“I’m just thinking, I shouldn’t have killed Spider-Monster back then, otherwise I would have completed the American Twelve Zodiacs.” Ian was currently drawing a Peppa Pig on the porcupine man’s cell with a marker.
He sighed with regret.
“??????” The Lizard Man’s pupils trembled violently. Even his proud scientific mind could not decipher the logical chain behind this statement.
“I know what he’s going to do, I know, I’m very smart.” On the other side of the cell, the rat-man with sharp incisors suddenly lunged at the barrier, his sharp claws tapping on the transparent wall: “You’re building a private prison here and swearing your extraordinary political power? Like those ridiculous supervillains?”
He was questioning Ian.
“Firstly, you are the criminals, and you should be grateful that I don’t like to kill. I have a no-kill principle. Secondly, I am not a villain, I am just a superhero who wants to save people.”
“At least today.”
Ian, holding twelve bottles of blood, turned and left the dungeon of the Sanctum Sanctorum. As the blood was analyzed and disappeared, he heard the system’s prompt indicating the awakening of a new profession in his ear.
As expected.
The system never disappointed Ian.
……
Bright sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the room, with fine spots of light dancing on the floor. Gwen Stacy slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually focusing from blurriness.
She lay on a soft large bed, the bedding emitting a faint lavender scent.
“Where am I…?”
Gwen instinctively tried to push herself up but found her movements unusually light, with no sign of weakness from a long period of bed rest. Her gaze swept towards the window—a red and black figure was facing away from her, engrossed in carving something, wood shavings falling with a rustling sound, shimmering with golden light in the sun.
“Awake?” The person spoke without looking up, their carving knife steady and precise, “Congratulations, you are now a qualified boy.”
This one sentence shattered the warm atmosphere.
“What?!” Gwen abruptly threw off the covers, checked herself, and then let out a long sigh, glaring angrily at the window, “Ian Kent!”
She saw the boy finally turn his head, but he only glanced at her before resuming his carving of a plaque. The vigorous strokes of several large characters were faintly visible.
【 Imam Mental Illness Hero Rescue Center 】
“…”
Gwen rubbed her temples, trying to piece together fragments of memory, “I remember… I was hit by a car, suffered multiple fractures all over, and then… a voice in a dream told me I could rest well.”
“Uh-huh.” Ian nodded, continuing to carve, “Perhaps the universe itself wanted you to retire after a successful career and pass on your popularity and power to the next generation.”
This statement was delivered with certainty.
“But I feel… in good condition now, even better than before.” Gwen was silent for a moment, looking down at her hands, then suddenly clenched her fists and released them.
Ian finally put down his carving knife.
“You have to thank this Evil God Master for that.”
He turned around and said softly.
“The universe discards its tools when they are no longer useful, wanting you to bow out… but I won’t allow it.” In the boy’s eyes, there was a sense of inevitability, the original sin that Lucifer had once said he saw in Ian.
