I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 574 Deadly Massacre
After receiving intelligence from Spider-Woman, Eugene Thompson, a new S.H.I.E.L.D. employee with a symbiote, skipped his football training for the next few days and began a meticulous tracking and investigation.

"If this guy named... Cletus was deliberately kept in the dark about his survival, and thus survived to become the host of the new symbiote, then why is that?"

I don't know either, but it's very likely that there were more than just the five of us symbiotes that came to Earth initially.

The symbiotic dragon Grendel arrived on Earth during the Norse era, more than a thousand years ago, almost two thousand years ago. Now that I think about it, it's not impossible that other symbiotic beings who worshipped Nal also attempted to reach Earth along the way, so these five might not actually be all the symbiotic beings on Earth.

However, this would leave the potential number of symbiotes on Earth unknown. While Krinta has consistently strived to erase Nar's existence from history and actively exile those who subtly subconsciously worship him, the symbiotes' unique hive-like consciousness ecosystem might fool outsiders, but deceiving Krinta's own symbiotes is unnecessary.

Since Nar was sealed away, every new symbiote has known of Nar's existence. This means that in every generation of symbiotes, there will be individuals corrupted by Nar, and they may all come to Earth.

It was only during the Riots that Grendel's seal was broken. Then, Grendel and Nar's consciousness were consumed by Peter and Venom. Now, half of Nar's consciousness is in Venom's body, and half is in Peter's body.

probably.

[There's a smell of blood again.]

"Alright, let's see what happened."

A viscous black liquid "seeped" out from the wall and then jumped down under the overpass. This was an alley in Harlem District, which was then covered by the overpass and became a very obvious dead end that was difficult for people to observe.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, Lightning and his team didn't find the symbiote that was out hunting. Instead, they discovered other criminal activity: a person lying on the ground, barely alive, seemingly attacked.

Lightning immediately rushed over to check the situation, but Venom quickly reported some... very bad news.

This man is a drug dealer; he clearly smells of addictive drugs on him, suggesting a conflict likely occurred during a transaction.

After calmly analyzing the situation, Venom added, "I'm not sure if he can be saved, but even if he is, he probably won't be any less aggressive."

"Then what should we do? Oh right, send it to Mr. Film or Spider-Man. They should be able to cure drug addiction now."

What I mean is, he's a drug dealer, not just a drug user... He'd be shot hundreds of times over if he were taken to the other side of the ocean.

"Then we should amend the law and execute him."

As he spoke, Flash picked the guy up. He wasn't sure where Spider-Man was, but he knew exactly where Mr. Negative's charity party was, so he quickly chased after him.
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(Warning: Physical discomfort may occur in the second half)
As for the massacre, or rather Cletus and the massacre, they are eating right now.

Cletus, dressed in a suit, stood in the dining room of an apartment. He lit a pair of candles and placed them on the table, then turned off the light and walked to his seat.

Before him lay a delicious meal: perfectly grilled steaks and heart and liver. He poured himself and Shaku a glass of red wine in a stemmed glass, then drizzled lemon juice over the steaks, garnished them with fennel leaves, placed the napkins and cutlery on the table, gestured to his partner to go first, and then pulled out the table and sat down.

"Did you know that in the East, especially in Southeast Asia, raw monkey brains are considered a delicacy? They enjoy monkey brains just like you are doing now."

Cletus smiled and held the steak in place with his fork before slowly and methodically beginning to cut it.

"They would attach the monkey to a trolley-like tableware container, push it in front of the diners, and then have the chef cut open the monkey's skull..." Unfortunately, the entire room's walls were covered in eerie black and crimson symbiotes, preventing any screams from escaping.

"I...I don't understand, but it feels comfortable."

Cletus listened to the shrill, piercing sound of slaughter. It had just learned to speak and wasn't even very fluent yet, but Cletus just smiled and patiently listened to it finish speaking. Then, after thinking for a moment, it smiled, put a piece of cut meat into its mouth, chewed it thoroughly, and swallowed it.

He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and then replied with a smile.

"Why do living things eat? The essence of this question is survival. All life needs to survive; they need energy, so they fight and eat each other. But humans have evolved on this basis. People are always discussing what makes humans different from animals. Some say it's brain size, some say it's tools, and some say it's language."

"But if you ask me—it's about enjoyment."

"Enjoyment is the most crucial thing that distinguishes humans from animals! Animals eat to survive, but humans can create all sorts of 'obstacles' to survival. We pursue stronger taste stimulation, we pursue better flavors and seasonings, and we explore the differences between rare, medium-rare, medium-well, and slightly charred. And this is just about eating."

"We lost our body hair because we discovered that wearing animal skins could better protect us, but we began to pursue the splendor of clothing. We used language to communicate better, but we enjoy beautiful music. We created writing to record things, but we use poetry to indulge ourselves."

Cletus said he had forgotten to eat. He smiled apologetically, then put down his knife and fork and looked sincerely at the symbiote in front of him.

"That's why I hope you can enjoy your food as gracefully as I do."

"Go, go prove that we are superior."

Cletus grinned happily.

"Yes."

"But while humanity has improved everything for the sake of enjoyment, it has improved almost nothing—killing. Killing is for the struggle for resources, killing is for self-preservation, killing is for proving authority—this has remained almost unchanged for thousands or tens of thousands of years!"

Cletus's tone became gentle and mournful.

"If we cannot enjoy killing, how can we completely rid ourselves of our animalistic nature?"

"So, my love, let's enjoy the killing together."

At this point, Cletus picked up his knife and fork again.

"But first, let us enjoy the food provided by the inferiors."

　Massacre is the work of madmen, so naturally, they need to be portrayed as madmen.
　　He doesn't have a mental illness; he's perfectly normal, just antisocial.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)