Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 115 The Truth About Osborn's Genetic Disease (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

If the Osborne family's hereditary disease is not an illness but a demonic curse, then all of this makes sense.

Harry cured his illness using spider serum.

The demon who had been secretly cursing Harry couldn't stand it anymore. That very night, he cursed Harry again, leaving no room for doubt, and took him away in one fell swoop.

The more Gwen thought about it, the more likely it was to be a demon. Her eyes lit up as she looked at Hawke.

"What should we do next?"

"Next..."

Hawke smiled slightly at Gwen, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, paused, and then, under Gwen's expectant gaze, said, "I'll take you home, and then I'll go home too, and we'll sleep together."

Gwen's pretty face fell.

"Hawk."

"That's a demon! I haven't even found the entrance to hell yet. Do you think I can find this demon who might already be back in hell?"

Hawke shook his head helplessly.

Right after the funeral, he even activated all five senses, trying to figure out if he could find the demon hiding in the shadows.

If we're lucky, we might even learn from this demon about the entrance to the Hell dimension on Earth.

When the time comes, once we get the Reality Stone, we won't linger; we'll head straight to Hell.

then……

I'll try to bring my sister Anya back to Earth for Christmas.

But the power is abundant, while reality is harsh.

He didn't see the demon at the funeral. If the Osborn family's curse was indeed the work of a demon, with Harry's death, the Osborn family line has essentially ended. If nothing unexpected happens, the demon has already gone back to hell.

I just don't know what Osborne did to attract the devil's curse.

Hawke thought to himself.

After dropping Gwen off at home, he returned to Palm Street. After taking a shower, he didn't go to bed but went to his study. He turned on the computer the previous owner had given him and left behind, and thinking about Osborn's curse, he started searching for information online.

Osborne's rise to power is well-documented.

Norman Osborn sold his family's herring canning line and replaced it with an arms production line, then quickly amassed his fortune through the profits of the war.

At that time, Norman Osborn already had a family history of hereditary diseases.

and so……

It must have happened even earlier.

However, online, there is almost no information, if not very little, about the Osborne family before Norman Osborne.

After searching unsuccessfully, Hawke stroked his chin, thought for a moment, took out his phone, and directly found the third number in his contacts, which was Peter's number, and dialed it.

The call was answered quickly.

Hello?

"The Osborne family aren't native New Yorkers, are they?"

"Yeah... Tsk, don't move!"

"..."

Hawke listened to the sounds on the other end of the phone and subconsciously glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen: "It's eleven o'clock, and you're still out?"

Peter said on the other end of the phone, "I went back, but I felt a little strange, so I decided to go out and exercise."

Hawke responded casually and then steered the conversation back on track.

"Where did the Osborne family move from?"

"London."

Peter launched his spider silk again, sealing one of the night robbers in front of him against the wall, while listening to Hawke on the phone: "Osborne's hometown is in London, otherwise, why would Harry have gone to study in London?"

London?

It's not Texas, the place with the most demons.

Hawke thought to himself.

"Do you know exactly when the Osborne family's hereditary disease started?"

"Genetics...why are you asking about that?"

"Can't sleep."

"Ok."

Peter listened to Hawke's reason, which was irrefutable. After saying a word, he frowned and said, "Harry didn't seem to say exactly when it started, but I heard Harry say that when his family moved from Massachusetts to New York City, family members began to show symptoms one after another."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

"Wait a minute, Massachusetts, didn't you say they moved from London?"

"Osborne was among the first passengers on the Mayflower, and their destination was Massachusetts."

Peter explained for a moment, then thought for a moment: "I remember Harry saying that they settled somewhere back then, right, Salem, yes, I remember that, because I specifically looked it up when I went back that time. Osborn moved to New York City after the Salem massacre."

Salem tragedy?
The Salem Witch Trials!
Hawke raised an eyebrow, suddenly having a feeling that he had probably found the reason why Osborn was cursed by the devil.

but……

He needs to verify this.

Hawke put down the phone and began searching online for information related to the Salem witch trials.

The Mayflower landed in Massachusetts in 1620.

The Salem massacre occurred in 1692.

These horrific incidents shocked the entire Federation. At the time, there were records of nineteen witches being killed, and countless others were not recorded.

The Salem Massacre, the first witch trial in the Commonwealth, has garnered far more attention online than the Osborne family case.

Almost every year, netizens curious about this matter continue to provide the latest clues and information for the Salem witch trials.

and so……

Hawke didn't have to do much; through an online forum dedicated to the Salem witch trials, he quickly found a familiar surname in a yellowed scanned document.

On April 22, 1692, Hathorn and Osborne interrogated the twelve witches in person. In the end, Osborne dropped the charges against only one witch and burned the rest at the stake.

speak English……

They tied the eleven witches to a pile of wood, set it on fire, and burned them alive.

hiss!
Hawke felt he had found evidence. Just then…

"Thank you..."

"What the hell!"

"Hawk, come quick, under the Manhattan Bridge..."

"Dudu!"

Hawke snapped out of his reverie, looked at the phone call that had suddenly started with Peter's voice and then stopped, raised an eyebrow, and the moment he stood up, he instantly walked out of the study.

Under the Manhattan Bridge.

Wearing a red and blue spider suit, Peter was suspended in mid-air with his limbs spread out to the sides as far as possible, like a character bound in mid-air.

His phone lay lying to the side.

Bound in mid-air, Peter strained with his arms, his muscles tense, trying to break free from his restraints.

but……

Useless.

Peter's uniform arms were torn, yet he was still firmly bound in mid-air.

His eyes widened as he stared at the unscientific scene before him.

A witch from hell, seemingly surrounded by blue flames, opened her right hand towards Peter and slowly rotated.

Peter, who was suspended in mid-air, also spun around along with the rotating palm.

The Hellswitch's voice was eerie.

"Anyone who helps Osborn must die."

"is it?"

Hawke's voice followed closely behind.

The Hellscream's eyes, glowing with blue flames, suddenly narrowed, and her right hand swung towards the direction from which the sound came.

boom!
The blue flames exploded within Hawke's clenched fist.

Hawke then emerged from the exploding blue flames.

Peter landed on the ground with a thud, shot out a spider web without hesitation, and then landed steadily next to Hawke with a whoosh.

"Hawk, what the hell is this?"

"The Salem Witches".

Hawke said, his gaze fixed on the Hellswitch in front of him, who was covered in blue flames, "We didn't know that Osborne was cursed by you, which is why he has a family disease. There's no need for you to attack us."

Peter, standing to the side, was somewhat bewildered.

Hawke then went on to say, briefly, that Osborne's genetic disease was most likely the result of the Salem witch's curse after they burned her at the stake.

Peter was even more confused now.

"The Salem Witch... wasn't it a fake?"

"There's a high probability that she's been wronged, but this one in front of me is definitely a real witch."

Moreover, she was a powerful witch.

after all……

A witch who can escape from hell to seek revenge must be incredibly powerful.

Peter listened to Hawke's explanation, opened his mouth, but still didn't quite understand.

"Then why did he contact me?"

"Your blood healed Harry, so the witch is taking her anger out on you."

"hiss!"

Peter gasped, then looked at the Hellswitch standing in front of him, motionless, her blue flames flickering as she silently watched them, recalling the scene where he had been powerless to resist.

"How do you kill this thing?"

"Can't be killed."

"what?"

"You can use magic attacks?"

"will not."

"That's it."

With all five senses activated, Hawke could easily see that the Hell Witch in front of him was in a formless state. To be precise, the Hell Witch in front of him felt to Hawke like a pieced-together soul, naturally immune to physical attacks.

Well known.

The Phoenix Illusion Fist is not a magical attack, but a mental attack.

The most important thing.

Wearing the Phoenix Cloth was solely to deal with the Hell Witch before him, who was only seeking revenge for him.
Hawke can't do it.

Peter couldn't help but take another deep breath.

"What should I do?"

"Let's see if we can make peace. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. I remember Harry still has a few uncles, right?"

"Didn't you see it at the funeral? He even made a big fuss about the will being fake, and then Felicia kicked him out."

If Harry didn't leave a will, his uncles would theoretically also have inheritance rights.

But Harry left a will, while his uncles left nothing.

Capitalist societies do not have the concept of humanitarianism or humanitarian compensation.

"Anyone with the surname Osborne will do."

Hawke said something, then turned to the Hell Witch emitting blue light in front of him and said, "We didn't know beforehand, but now that we do, we promise we won't bother with those remaining Osborns. You can continue your revenge; we know nothing about it."

The blue light shimmered eerily around the Hellswitch.

after awhile.

Whoosh!
Beneath the Manhattan Bridge, the blue flames vanished, and the Hellscream disappeared as well.

……

(End of this chapter)