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Chapter 118 Spider-Man and the Little Devil

After returning to the main server, Du Mu's days became busy again.

Every day, he would teleport to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters on time, accept daily missions from Hill, grind through the missions, and then return to Kamar-Taj to improve his magical knowledge, and take a stroll to see if Mordo had an exclamation mark above his head.

Unfortunately, cases like the one involving the woman in the black robe are not common.

Most of the time, the mages of Kamar-Taj can easily handle sporadic dimensional intrusions or magical anomalies. Even the archmages Mordo and Kaecilius don't need to take action themselves, so naturally, it's not Du Mu's turn to step in.

However, Du Mu and Mo Du gradually became acquainted, and Du Mu learned a lot about Kamar-Taj from Mo Du.

For example, Kamar-Taj has three Sanctuaries. In addition to the New York Sanctuary he visited before, the other two are located in London and Hong Kong. All three sanctuaries are situated on a giant magical node, resonating with each other's energy and jointly constructing a magical array to resist the invasion of the real dimension by dimensional demons.

Simply put, it's like having three defensive towers. If the first, second, and high ground towers are all destroyed, the Dimensional Demon will have no obstacles and can come and steal our base at any time.

Therefore, each Supreme Sanctuary must have at least one Archmage personally overseeing and protecting its respective defensive towers.

The New York Sanctuary was originally the safest of them all, because it was guarded by the fully-leveled and fully equipped Ancient One, and anyone who dared to come would be wiped out like a minion.

Du Mu couldn't help but ask, "Since the Ancient One is not here, who is in charge of the New York Sanctum now?"

Mordo smiled confidently: "Casillas, with his abilities, the safety of the New York Sanctum is not a problem."

Du Mu: "."

No, he is the biggest security problem!

During these days, Du Mu's magical knowledge also steadily improved.

Since his mental attributes were enhanced, his reading speed when flipping through books has increased significantly, and after putting on that magic mask, this efficiency has reached an astonishing level.

He has now basically met the learning requirements for some low-level magic or magic with characteristics that are highly compatible with him, and he only needs to consult the books to enter the casting state.

However, the casting time for different spells varies greatly.

Simple spells, like the erasure spell Mordo cast that day, can be mastered in less than half a day, while some complex spells or those involving deep energy operations may require a week or even longer of study.

If other mages knew about this learning speed, they would definitely be extremely envious.

It should be understood that ordinary mages need a long period of study and practice to achieve any new spell. For Du Mu to be able to quickly master it simply by flipping through the books is practically blatant cheating.

However, Du Mu saw it as a different matter.

Making him spend a week or even longer continuously flipping through a book is worse than killing him!

He tried to learn a few relatively simple spells, and after watching Emma's CG animations hundreds of times, he finally turned them into his own skills.

Even so, Du Mu was starting to feel the strain, and even Emma's CG animation couldn't save him.

He made up his mind that unless he continued to improve his mental attributes and drastically reduced his study time to within a day, he would never easily touch magic that required a long period of learning; it was simply mental torture!
Therefore, mindset determines everything.

When learning is turned into a game, most people enjoy it. But when a game is turned into learning, it becomes pure torture.

However, compared to the slow progress of magic, Du Mu learned the basic skills of using cold weapons very easily. He could learn several basic cold weapon skills in half a day. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a master of cold weapons now.

Du Mu arrived at the training grounds in Kamar-Taj and began to test out his newly learned magic, the protective spell!

This is a very practical defensive spell. Its effect is to create a close-fitting magical energy shield on the caster's body to resist external attacks.

In fact, Kamar-Taj also has a high-level protective spell called the Protection Charm.

It is said that it can even withstand soul attacks and can be cast on others, but that is an extremely profound magic. As a novice mage, Du Mu is far from meeting the requirements to learn it, so he can only settle for learning the lower-level magic of protection.

Without needing incantations or hand seals, Du Mu activated his protective spell the instant he had a thought!
The next moment, a thin energy shield appeared on his body, enveloping every part of his body smoothly and naturally, without affecting his movements in the slightest.

However, as mentioned before, the magic used by Du Mu all has the attribute of light, and the protective spell is no exception.

Generally speaking, the energy layer of a protective charm is transparent and invisible.

However, the protective technique that Du Mu used made his whole body radiate a dazzling pure white light, making him look like a walking little light person. Even his facial features became blurred, and only a human-shaped outline could be vaguely seen.

The mages training nearby were almost blinded.

Where did that sun come from?!

Even Mordo, who was supervising the training, couldn't escape it and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Du Mu, stop right now! This isn't the place to cast illumination magic!"

Du Mu retorted, "This isn't illumination magic, it's a protective spell!"

He was also speechless.

Forget about the magic sword, even the protective spells are just a bunch of light pollution.

Du Mu dispelled his protective spell, and the light emanating from his body immediately vanished, allowing the many mages to open their eyes.

But before their vision could fully recover, they saw an even more dazzling light erupt from Du Mu's hand.

"Ah! My eyes!"

The monks covered their eyes and let out screams of agony.

Mo Du, equally blinded by the stab, exclaimed in surprise, "Du Mu, you've used a protective spell again!?"

"Oh no, this is a new light magic I learned. I just wanted to see how this magic differed from my light spell."

Mordo: "."

Damn it!
After learning a few spells, Du Mu did not stay in Kamar-Taj to further his magical knowledge, but returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

He walked straight to the director's office, and as always, he didn't knock but pushed the door open and entered.

Hill and Coulson, who were talking indoors, turned to look at each other at the same time.

"You've arrived, Agent Du Mu."

Hill's tone was calm and even, as he was already used to such intrusions.

In the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., only this guy dared to barge into the director's office without warning, completely disregarding whether a confidential meeting was taking place inside.

At first, Hill felt that Du Mu's behavior was somewhat disrespectful to him.

But she later learned that when Nick Fury was the director, Du Mu would always kick the door open and enter, and the repair costs for the director's office door alone totaled seven figures.

In comparison, she felt that Du Mu pushing the door open by hand was already a great show of respect for her.

Of course, the exorbitant repair costs were voluntarily declared by Nick Fury, and there was a slight overstatement involved, but this was a mess left by the previous director, and Hill made no comment on it.

Seeing Coulson there, Du Mu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is there some kind of mission here?"

Hill and Coulson were speechless.

As a secret agent, one should not rashly inquire about the missions of other agents, but Du Mu clearly had no such concerns.

Hill pondered for a moment before speaking, "Given the recent spate of supernatural and superpowered events around the world, I plan to form a rapid response team specifically to handle these kinds of special incidents. This team will be directly led by Agent Coulson, who will personally recruit team members."

Although they have allies like the Avengers, apart from agents Barton and Romanoff, most of the other members remain independent and rarely follow orders from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Unless it's a global crisis like the Battle of New York, or Nick Fury turns evil again, they tend to act independently and not interfere with each other.

Du Mu immediately became interested upon hearing this. Supernatural and superpower events are usually side quests, and their rewards are much richer than those daily quests that only offer a minimum reward.

"Interesting, how about I join?" Du Mu offered.

Coulson said helplessly, "Du Mu, you're not a good fit for my team."

He needed to assemble a squad that would obey his commands, but Du Mu was clearly not one to follow orders.

He could imagine that once he received the mission, before the briefing was even finished, this guy would probably have already rushed to the target location and started his rampage.

In fact, like Natasha Clint, Du Mu is better suited to completing tasks alone; having more people around actually hinders their performance.

"Agent Coulson is right."

Hill readily agreed, then changed the subject: "Agent Du Mu, there's a matter that needs your attention right now."

"What incident?" Du Mu asked.

Hill explained, "It's about a new hero who's been active in New York recently. I need you to investigate his true identity and intentions. This kind of investigation should be handled by a specialized investigation department, but this new hero seems to have some connection with you, so I've decided to leave it to you."

Upon hearing this, Du Mu asked in confusion, "A new hero? What does that have to do with me?"

Hill did not answer, and turned the tablet toward Dumu.

The screen was playing a street surveillance video. Several masked robbers armed with guns had just finished a robbery and were preparing to escape when a figure suddenly swooped down from the sky.

The man, dressed in a black and green battle suit, wearing goggles, and standing steadily in mid-air on a glider with a very familiar design, issued a warning to the thugs below.

After warnings went unheeded, he used his glider to unleash a barrage of fire on the thugs, using both bombs and miniature missiles. He eventually persuaded them to lay down their weapons, remove their masks, and crouch down with their hands over their heads.

The thugs looked like they were about to cry; their pants were soaked.

Damn it, we were just robbing a convenience store, we're not terrorists, why did they have to use missiles to bomb it?
The cost of these missiles is more than the money they stole!
Du Mu recognized it as the Green Goblin outfit and asked in surprise, "Could it be that the Green Goblin has reformed?"

Hill shook his head, his expression complicated, and said, "No, according to the information we have so far, this new hero claims to be Little Devil."

Du Mu: "???"

Manhattan, New York.

A Peterbilt truck, like a runaway steel behemoth, rampaged through the bustling streets, running over any vehicles it encountered without ever taking a detour.

In less than half a minute, the warrant had already soared to a two-star wanted level, and several police cars with sirens blaring were chasing and intercepting him.

But the Peterbilt truck is, after all, the prototype of Optimus Prime, and it is even more powerful than the 100-ton King. Even without transforming, it is not something that a mere police car can stop.

At that very moment, a red and blue figure swung on a swing between the skyscrapers and quickly jumped onto the truck.

"It's Spider-Man!"

"It's him, it's him, our hero Spider-Man!"

Hey! Spider-Man, look this way!

The passersby immediately recognized the person's identity and raised their hands in a cheer.

Passers-by:\o/\o/\o/\o/
Peter caused quite a stir during the Battle of New York.

They are always being chased by a large wave of Chitauri soldiers, or even Leviathan behemoths the size of whales, making it hard for them to go unnoticed.

Therefore, Peter also gained a lot of exposure from this incident and became a superhero in the public eye.

And his little black eye, JJJ, the owner of the Daily Bugle, didn't miss out on this wave of traffic, directly posting a photo of Peter holding Mary Jane being chased by the Chitauri on the newspaper cover.

They also said that Spider-Man deliberately used the innocent old lady's loud voice to attract the attention of the alien army, and that Spider-Man was really wicked!

Peter didn't care at all, but Mary Jane was so angry that she almost went to the Daily Bugle to yell at people.

Who the hell are you calling an old lady?!
Of course, Peter's fame is still not as great as that of the Avengers.

After all, Peter was just an individual trainee, while the Avengers were an idol group.

The captain is Captain America, a national idol who has captivated countless young men and women. Not to mention, the team also includes Tony Stark, a figure who naturally attracts attention and becomes a focal point of public opinion. It's only natural that they can't compare.

Peter flipped over and jumped to the truck's cab door, knocked on the window, and said to the man inside, "Hello, Mr. Criminal, I'm your friendly neighbor Spider-Man. Please pull over. You've already violated several traffic rules. Oh, and I noticed you don't seem to be wearing a seatbelt. Now you have one more."

"Shut up!"

Peter's mouth was really annoying, and the truck driver was completely enraged, pulling out a pistol and firing several shots at Peter.

However, Peter's reflexes far exceeded those of ordinary people. With his head nimbly swaying left and right, he dodged all the bullets. The agility of his mind was such that even a cheerful young man would have to ask him for his quickness.

"Taking your hands off the steering wheel while driving is not a good habit!"

Peter snatched the man's gun and threw it out the window. At the same time, he pressed the man's hand firmly onto the steering wheel, then sprayed spider webs to fix the other hand to the steering wheel as well. He even helped the man fasten his seatbelt.

"This looks much safer."

Ignoring the driver's angry roars, Peter leaped and tumbled onto the back of the truck.

Just as he was about to open the carriage door, his spider-sense suddenly issued a frantic warning!
Peter quickly shrank back, and almost at the same moment, a hail of bullets pierced through the metal of the carriage, whistling past the spot where his head had just been!

Wow! It seems the people inside aren't very welcoming to visitors!

Peter was surprised to find accomplices hiding in the carriage, and the situation suddenly became complicated.

He had previously intercepted internal police communications indicating that someone had stolen a truck belonging to Osborn, which was loaded with a large quantity of plutonium-238.

This nuclear material is not only highly radioactive, but also extremely unstable and prone to violent explosions. If it were to collide or explode in a busy city street, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as Peter was feeling a headache coming on, he suddenly heard a voice coming from above.

"Spider-Man, leave this to me!"

Peter looked up and was almost startled.

"Green Goblin!?"

Although the outfits were different, he could still recognize that they were Green Goblin's equipment.

The Green Goblin is definitely one of Peter Parker's shadows.

The tram problem at the time almost drove him to despair, and he still remembers it vividly, so seeing this design immediately triggered his reaction.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Peter's exclamation, the visitor's voice suddenly turned cold, revealing obvious displeasure through his mask.

"Don't lump me in with those kinds of scumbags!"

Upon hearing this disgusted response, Peter paused for a moment, then immediately realized that the other person was not the Green Goblin, but might even be the Green Goblin's enemy.

"Are you a demon?" Peter asked tentatively.

The visitor seemed somewhat satisfied, a smile playing on his lips behind his goggles, his tone even carrying a hint of proud declaration.

"No, I am his son, the new generation of superhero, Little Devil!"

(End of this chapter)